Amber was a nurse in a small office in a conservative southern city. Although she had been married for more than five years, she was not happy in her marriage. Her two young children kept her busy when she was not working, and she rarely was alone with her husband.
Amber was about 5'6" and weighed about 120 pounds. She has green eyes and a blinding smile, her long light blonde hair hung well past her shoulders. Many people thought she looked a little like Kirsten Dunst, although she was much prettier...and much sexier.
Amber herself was satisfied with her looks, although she wished her breasts -- 34C, were bigger. Amber thought her most attractive assets were her cute bottom and her long, sexy legs. She always dressed to show off those assets, especially when she went to the beach or laid out by the pool. She had an amazingly large collection of bikinis, almost all string bikinis, and usually bought them a little too small. As a result, they clung to her bottom and the ties showed her legs and sexy hips. The tops showed her cleavage to its best advantage.
Amber had thought about becoming a model when she was in high school, and had even made a little money modeling. The greatest benefit of this experience was working with make-up artists who showed her how to enhance her good looks. Amber learned how to apply make-up in such a way that her eyes seemed to glow and gave her a magnetic look. Also, she realized that her full lips were very sexy when they were enhanced by deep red lipstick. More than once she was embarrassed hearing photographers tell her that men would have such fantasies when they saw her pictures. Although she exuded an all-American girl charm, her piercing eyes and full red lips would make men dream of her lips wrapped around them.
Amber had always found her sex appeal to be helpful. As a new driver, she had escaped a few speeding tickets by smiling at the police officer and letting her skirt ride up a little so he could see her thighs. She realized how much men enjoyed looking at her, and she was happy to let them look.
Sometimes it seemed the only man who wasn't interested in looking at her was her own husband. He had been very attentive when they first met and when they were dating. He was the first man she'd ever slept with -- although it hadn't been sleeping, or even in bed. She had lost her virginity to him in the front seat of his Mustang! When they first were married, the sex was wonderful, but it soon lost its charm.
After many years, she began to realize it had begun to go wrong when he was going to college after they were married. She had a good job and was able to support them both. He began to resent that, it seemed. His hurtful comments became more common. Even when they made love, he became hurtful -- he was very rough, often leaving her in tears and unsatisfied.
Still, she put up with it. She began to believe his hurtful comments. She thought she was fat, ugly, stupid, and unattractive.
Traci disagreed. Traci was a friend she had made after meeting her at a work-related conference. They hit it off right away, and kept in touch. Later, they began to find conferences they could both go to and they'd meet up. They had a lot of fun together.
Actually, they were opposites in many ways. Traci was a nice-looking woman who was very outgoing and seemed to have no trouble getting men. Although Amber was much more attractive, she had not been so lucky. She'd had a few affairs with men she'd worked with and had let a few men pick her up when she was out of town on business, but nothing very meaningful.
Traci seemed to have designs on Amber herself. She often made comments about Ambers looks and about her body. They'd gone on a few trips together, and Traci always suggested they share a room to save money. It seemed that Traci enjoyed watching Amber.
Traci made other suggestions. She enjoyed helping Amber dress and managed to caress Amber breasts when she did it. Since Amber didn't object, Traci went farther. the closest they came to having sex was when they hugged, kissed a little, and rubbed their bare breasts against each other.
Traci did convince Amber to pose in some of her lingerie and let Traci take pictures. Although Amber was more than just a little embarrassed. The pictures were very good though -- Amber looked very sexy in her matching bra, panties, and garter belt with stockings.
It was Traci who fixed Amber up with Steve, the guy in Miami. They were both there for another conference. It seemed that Traci knew guys everywhere.
Amber decided she would have fun on her blind date. She dressed for fun. She wore all black, from her tiny black thong, to a matching low cut black demi bra, black garter belt and black stockings. She topped it off with her little black dress -- not too short, she thought, sleeveless, and low cut enough to show off her breasts. She realized she would have to be a little careful so her stocking tops would not be on display while she sat, but then realized that here cleavage might be enough distraction. She smiled at the thought.
She was a study in contrasts. Her long pale blonde hair hung part way down her back and looked even lighter against the black dress. Her pale skin also looked lighter against the dress. This in turn made her deep red lipstick look even bolder. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled.
Amber knew she looked incredible. This knowledge, as well as the feeling of her dress sliding against her bare bottom, made her feel excited and exciting.
Amber found Steve to be very attractive. He was about six feet tall, and appeared to be in good shape. He was a few years older than Amber. She thought he was Spanish, with his dark good looks, but he was Canadian. Then, she thought her first impression was correct since, after he took her to a Cuban restaurant, he spoke fluent Spanish.
They sat at an outside table, lit by a single candle. It was quite romantic.
Steve ordered for her -- something that made her a little nervous, since she was not familiar with Cuban food. He ordered in Spanish and would not let her look at the menu, which made her even more nervous.
Steve ordered a bottle of wine and Amber had a glass very quickly to ease her nervousness. Although she usually did not drink much, she did not object when Steve refilled her glass. In fact, she immediately began to sip from it.
They sat close together at the small table, with their knees often touching. As they talked while waiting for dinner, Steve reached down and rested his hand on Ambers knee. When she sat, her skirt had ridden up a bit, so the hem of her skirt was almost to mid-thigh. Steve took advantage of this, and began sliding his hand along her nylon covered leg from her knee to the hem of her dress.
Amber had always enjoyed the feel of a man's appreciative hand caressing her hose covered legs. Almost unconsciously, she opened her legs a little to allow better access. After doing so, she looked up and noticed that a man at a nearby table was intently watching Steve's hand. With a mischievous smile, Amber opened her legs thinking to herself that the other man might enjoy seeing her stocking tops -- black against her tanned legs. Even in the dim conditions, she though he might be able to see the contrast.
As Amber watched him, she could see his eyes widen, even in the low light. She made eye contact with him, and he seemed to blush and turned away. She smiled at having caught him, and thought "Gotcha" to herself.
While this was happening, Steve felt her legs open and took it as an invitation to continue caressing her legs. He became more adventurous, and found his fingertips at her stocking tops. The discovery that she was wearing stockings excited him. Amber was watching and loved the expression of surprise on his face. His surprise turned to enjoyment as he let his fingers roam along her stocking top -- sliding them into her stockings and along the garter strap. As his fingertips touched her bare inner thighs, she felt herself beginning to get wet.
As Steve explored her thighs, her skirt slid up to the point where her stocking tops were clearly in view. When the waiter brought dinner, she tried to pull her skirt down, but Steve's strong had stopped her: "Let him see how beautiful you are," Steve said. At that, Steve slid her dress up higher so the garter strap was visible. The waiter certainly noticed this happening. For the rest of the evening, the waiter was very attentive.
When dinner was over, Steve asked the waiter for a dessert suggestion. The waiter smiled and said he knew just the thing. In a few minutes, he returned with a dish that was to die for. It was a frozen coconut ice cream with a rich brownie-like cake on the side. All covered by a drizzle of what appeared to be dark chocolate. The waiter said the sauce was 125-year-old balsamic vinegar, or something like that. Amber was hesitant to try it, but as Steve fed her, she loved it.
The perfect ending to the meal was dark, strong Cuban coffee and 150-proof Gran Marnier. By the time she was done, Amber was feeling as relaxed as she had in a long time, but also very excited.
Steve walked Amber back to her hotel. She was surprised to learn he had a room in the same hotel, which he proved to her by showing her his key. He asked her to come to his room for a nightcap, and was disappointed when she declined. She then smiled and told him she thought her room was better. It was, Amber had charmed the desk clerk for an upgrade and was booked in a top-floor two-room suite with two large windows on the bedroom and sliders in the sitting room that opened to a small terrace overlooking Ocean Drive and Collins Avenue, with a view of the water. Amber had enjoyed sitting on the terrace, sipping coffee and watching the cruise ships leave at night and the cargo ships arrive in the morning.