"I wasn't expecting as much attention as I got. For real. It was just a couple of normal pictures with an honest question. I wasn't even showing any skin, at least not much. Of course, some things I can't hide. You know?" Nicole gestured to her chest, as if it wasn't obvious.
"Honey, you posted a picture on the internet. What did you think was going to happen? Everyone was just going to be nice?" After looking her friend up and down, Stacy looked away and focused on something inside the restaurant. Nicole couldn't help but notice that Stacy seemed a little off tonight and more than once had checked out her body, only to turn away when she was caught.
"People were nice! They were mean too. They were kind of everything. I got so many messages I couldn't have responded even if I wanted to. I just never had so much attention. It was weird. Sort of uncomfortable..." Nicole trailed off as her thoughts returned to the flood of messages and comments. It was true, she wasn't used to having so many eyes on her. Good, bad, all of it. Two days ago Nicole posted in an online forum to solicit some advice on how she could look better. A normal question that any young woman would want an answer to. She had asked her girlfriends the same but the answers seemed without meaning. They had all said that she looked great and that she should just keep on being her, no need to change a thing.
But even more than feeling uncomfortable, the attention was exciting. She hadn't admitted that to her friends. This was actually the first time that she really admitted it to herself, even though the feeling had been there since the first wave of messages and comments came in. All talking about her, her body. She had sat there for hours and read through every word, amazed at what people were saying. More than anything that these people, internet strangers, had spent their time looking at her.
Nicole had to admit that the attention was flattering. And more than a little bit of a turn on. The slight tingle between her legs said the same.
Jackie smirked and put her hand on her friend's shoulder. "I think it's kind of hot. Right? Lots of creeps I'm sure, but..."
The hostess, a young blond girl, interrupted. "Ladies, you can come with me. I've got a table ready for you." She grabbed menus and led the three women through the restaurant to a table near the back. It was early on a Friday night but the place was already full. One of these trendy fusion restaurants that served small plates, craft cocktails, and had a shelf life of about eighteen months before everyone moved on to something else.
The hostess ushered the women through the room and Nicole could feel the eyes looking her over, which wasn't a new thing. Good looking girls drew attention and these three were no exception. But something felt different to Nicole tonight and it wasn't just the new dress. The feeling was in how her body felt in the dress, how she shook her wide hips and how her large breasts swayed with each slightly unnecessary shake of her shoulders to move past a table. There was excitement when she stopped for a moment to let a busboy pass and stuck her chest out, dangerously close to brushing against the young man. His eyes were wide, taking advantage of the split second opportunity to stare at what was briefly offered.
Nicole wondered what they were all thinking. Was she just passing eye candy or would some of them remember the curvy brunette for a bit longer?
Behind the bar was a large mirror that made the room seem bigger than it was, but Nicole only had eyes for herself. Her shoulder length brown hair was done with little flip up at the edges, sort of a retro look that made her seem fun, maybe even a bit flirty. Her big, expressive brown eyes and friendly smile competed for attention on her pretty face.
The long red dress hugged her body enough to show off her curves without being obscene. The plunging neckline showed more cleavage than Nicole was used to, but certainly a lot less than many of the women in the restaurant. Though a quick look around confirmed that none of them filled out a dress the way that she did. Nicole needed a new bra to go with the new dress so that the undergarment wasn't visible, she wound up with something that gave a lot less support than she was used to, but was worth it for a night out.
One guy in particular followed her out of the corner of his eyes, trying to make it seem like he was looking past her or at something else. But she had developed a sense over the years for this sort of thing. Nicole knew she was a type; big tits, big ass, a classic hourglass silhouette. Maybe it had gone out of fashion over the years but experience had taught her that she still had her admirers. And she was a paragon of the model, so much so that some people couldn't take their eyes off of her. This guy was one of them.
And her admirer was good looking. He had short brown hair and a tan button up with rolled up sleeves, but it was his eyes that she was most interested in. They were locked onto her body like a tractor beam, she could feel the desire in them. Nicole stopped for a second and patted herself down, as if she was looking for something lost. Then she spun her body back towards the door, offering a full view of her body. Not just her tits, but also the plump ass that strained at the back of her dress and wanted attention too.
Then she smiled and said to her friend, "I've got it. Thought I lost my phone."
Nicole sat first and grabbed the seat that left her the most exposed to the room, her chest facing the majority of the restaurant, the long slit up the side of her dress on full display to anyone that wanted to look.
The hostess dropped off the menus and let them know a server would be by soon.
Nicole looked across the table at her two friends. Stacy was a wispy bottle blond that never had a problem attracting men. She was tall and thin, two classic beauty markers that seemed to be enough for most guys. Clothes fit her like a model, which was the upside of a body that was straight up and down, barely a curve to be found. Stacy didn't usually wear a bra and this evening was no exception. Tonight she had on a skin tight black dress that came to her mid thigh and heels that made her even taller.
Of the three women, Jackie was the only one that had a long term boyfriend and had settled into a bit of a contented ennui. She had on blue jeans and a light sweater, a laid back vibe that paired well with her girl next door look. Most people remembered Jackie for the long black hair that went halfway down her back and her laugh, loud and encouraging. Her once a month night out with the girls was a chance to live vicariously through her friends and she wanted all the details.
"So, Nic, what did people say to you? Actually, catch me up on the entire thing," Jackie suggested. Stacy was already looking at the menu but Nicole thought she saw her eyes darting over to her cleavage. It honestly wasn't that much, but more than she typically showed.
Nicole paused, not wanting to seem too eager to recall the comments that she had received.
"Well, I posted in one of these forums where people ask for advice on how to look better. I think I sort of need a little bit of a new look, the things that worked when we were younger aren't really cutting it anymore. I asked people what I could do to improve," she explained.
"And you posted pictures? I could never," Jackie shook her head, squirming at the idea.
Nicole nodded. "That part was a little weird, truthfully. But I wanted honest answers," she said. She also wanted people to see her, she could finally admit that to herself. Just the thought got her excited and she wiggled in her seat a tiny bit, just enough to feel her own body move. It felt beyond good. "And I certainly got them."
