I was at dinner with a co-worker. I didn't know her very well, as she was from a branch of the company located in another town. We had both been brought to headquarters to work on a special project with a group who worked there. Each day they all went home after work, and, after several days of taking work back to our respective hotel rooms, Sarah suggested that we take a night off and have a good dinner. We asked our local co-workers for suggestions and picked one of their recommendations.
Sarah was in her late thirties, very attractive, but seemingly very conservative and quiet. She had dark red hair that she wore twisted up in a bun. Her clothes were always very neat and conservative. This evening she was wearing a dark wool suit with a knee length skirt and a white blouse under the jacket that went with it. She never wore nylons but had on dark blue slingback heels that made her legs, what I had seen of them, look great. I noticed that the heels were an inch or two higher than those she normally wore to work. Her legs could be very distracting in a dull meeting (or even an interesting meeting).
We had to wait awhile for a table, so we wound up having two drinks each at the bar. I was drinking Scotch, and she was drinking gin and tonic. We chatted about work, but towards the end of the first drink I noticed she was really maintaining eye contact with me for much longer than she had ever done before. When the waiter brought the second round of drinks, the topic of the conversation drifted a bit into gossip about co-workers. Who seemed to be paying excessive attention to whom, and who seemed to be really put off by whom—that sort of thing.
The maitre d' led us to our table, and the waiter asked if we wanted another drink. Before I could respond, Sarah asked him to bring her favorite red wine.
"You don't mind do you, Mike?" she asked.
"Oh, no," I said, "That sounds great. Where did you learn so much about wine?"
"While I was in college, I worked in a private club with a lot of members who could afford good wine. Frequently, they wouldn't finish a bottle, so the staff would finish it after closing."
"Hmmsounds like fun. I'll bet that turned into a party some nights."
"Oh, yeah," she responded, with what I could only describe as a lascivious smile. "Sometimes getting up for an early class the next morning could be a real challenge. Especially if I couldn't figure out what I had done with my bra the night before," she said with a laugh and a shake of her head.
Wow! There was obviously more to this woman than I had thought.
"That doesn't seem like your style," I said, not hiding my surprise.
"Well, that was long ago and far away. We all have to grow up and make a living at some point, and this giant company you and I work for seems to be about the closest thing to a Puritan society that I can imagine."
"That's true," I responded, "but just like the original Puritan societies, there is lots of activity that people keep hidden."
"Oh, I know that," she said. "It is not like I haven't had lots of opportunities to mess around, but it just didn't seem like a good idea if I wanted to get ahead. Sleeping your way to the top doesn't strike me as a good idea in this outfit."
She was quiet for a moment while she absentmindedly pulled at a loose strand of hair.
"Excuse me for a moment while I go to the lady's room," she said, abruptly changing the subject.
"Okay," I said, "as long as you promise to tell me more about your college job when you come back."
She just smiled and got up from the table. As she walked away, I couldn't help noticing what a nice round ass she had. It seemed like it was swaying more than usual.
When she returned the difference was stunning. She had let down her beautiful red hair, and she looked like a whole different person. I also noticed that she had unbuttoned her white blouse so that I could see flesh all the way down to where her conservative suit buttoned. She flashed a radiant smile and said, "Oh good. The wine is here."
She took a long sip of the wine and then picked up her menu. I was stunned by her beauty. Sarah was radiating sex. I hadn't had any sex for longer than I cared to admit, and I could feel my cock stirring.
"So what should we have?"
"A good long fuck?" No, I didn't really say that, but I wanted to, and the way she was looking at me, I kind of thought she knew that was what I wanted to say. I mumbled something in response, and she returned to her study of the menu, while I continued to stare at her and speculate about what kind of luscious body was hiding beneath that conservative suit.
When the waiter came, he asked for her order first, which gave me time to quickly figure out what was on the menu while she asked the waiter questions. Actually she was flirting with him, which was a real change in personality for her. He kind of stammered in response to one of her questions, which was amusing. By the time she was done, I was able to quickly order something and let our somewhat flummoxed waiter go.
When I looked up at her, I realized why the waiter had stammered. At some point in the conversation she had unbuttoned her suit jacket, showing the waiter that her blouse was unbuttoned to a level that exposed much of her tasty-looking tits.
I stared at her tits for a moment. "Well, I can see why the waiter lost his cool," I said.
She smiled. "That was fun. I can't do that at work."
"Then I promise not to talk about work the rest of the evening, because watching you vamp the waiter is much more fun than talking about work."
"That was what I decided when I went to the washroom. So I let my hair down."
"It looks like you did more than just let your hair down."
"Well, okay, I also got rid of some undergarments. They fit well in this big purse I'm carrying."
"So you aren't wearing a bra?" I asked, trying my best not to sound shocked.
"Nope. No panties either," she responded. She slid her index finger into her mouth and sucked on it as she slowly withdrew it. "And it felt so sexy to walk across the room with the cool air against my pussy."
I knew right then and there that I was going to get laid, and that this was going to be dinner-as-foreplay.
I looked in her eyes and said, "I think you should spread your legs apart and pull your dress up to your waist." After I said that I wondered if she was going to slap me and storm out, but my insecurity was misplaced.
"Actually, I did just that when I sat down."
"So you are naked from the waist down?"
"Yes." Her eyes were sparkling with lust.
"I bet you wish you had a vibrator."
"Oh, but I do," she said.
"You have a vibrator in your pussy right now?" I was really struggling to keep up with this woman.
"Yes, and it has an electronic controller, which I am going to give to you," she said as she pushed the small controller box concealed in her hand across the table. She palmed it into my hand and then caressed my hand as she drew hers away. I looked at the controller as I put it in my lap. It had two buttons.
"The right one increases the intensity, and the left one decreases it." She said with a smile.
"Is it running?"
"At a very low speed."
"Amazing, and yet you can still carry on a conversation?"
She giggled, "Yes, as long as you don't ask me the technical details of how our software is written. There isn't much concentration left for anything other than the delicious sensation in my pussy."
I punched the right-hand button a couple of times. She flinched and let out a mild gasp. I smiled and used the left-hand button to crank it back down to the original setting.
She looked at me and said, "Don't do that and expect me to carry on a conversation."
"So you would rather talk than have a climax?"
"There is no rush to climax," she responded softly. "What I really want to do is to sit here through dinner with the vibrator on low while we talk about sex. It is so nasty to carry on like this in public. I love it." She had a really naughty smile.
"Okay." Since I had my hands in my lap with the controller, I gave my rock hard dick a rub.
"Actually, I love to talk about sex with a woman before we fuck," I said.
"Do you like porn?" she asked.
Before I could respond the waiter arrived with the salads. As Sarah looked up at him, she discretely pulled her jacket open a bit more. I was sure that he could see all of her tits now. As she looked up at him, I punched up the speed on her vibrator by a couple of notches. She avoided the gasp, but it kind of stifled her attempt at a flirty smile.
Somehow or other the waiter got the salads on the table and backed away without tripping over the table behind us. The poor guy was having a tough time.
"Absolutely," I said as I cranked the vibrator's speed back down.
"Oh shit. Don't do that when the waiter is here. I can't concentrate. It's all I can do not to moan." She had made no effort to re-close her jacket, so I was getting a great view of the inside half of her tits. Fuck, it was making my dick hard.
"Absolutely what?" she asked trying to pick up the lost thread of the conversation.
"Absolutely, I like porn."
"Oh, yes, I asked you if you like porn."
"And I said I like it. How about you?"
"Okay, I think I have the thread back."
"Almost, but you have to answer my question about whether you like porn."
"Umm. Yes." She said, sucking on her finger again. Now she was back in control, but it was clear that anything too complicated was going to be beyond her capacity during this dinner.
