Jewell had had a long first week of work. Her new job was much more intense than the old, and in the first week, she had managed to log 70 hours. By the time Friday rolled around, she was ready for a drink, so she gave Brian a call.
Clad in a gray pantsuit that her ex-boyfriend had bought her, she met up with Brian in the dark confines of the Red Bench Bar. Brian showed up in a well-tailored suit, unusual for his line of massage work.
“Well, well, well Brian. What occasion warranted the suit?” Jewell inquired.
“I thought I’d dress up for you for a change. Got tired of the t-shirt and cargo pants, and I thought I’d try to make a good impression.” He answered, “and you look pretty fucking hot in that suit.”
“Meow,” she cooed.
They stepped up to the bar, and Jewell ordered some wine while Brian grabbed a beer. Jewell spent the first two glasses of wine debriefing Brian on her hellacious first week, and describing all the new people that she ran into at work. As expected, a cadre of men had tried in vain to hit on Jewell, but she made it clear that she wasn’t available.
“There was this one cute guy, though…I was tempted,” she recalled.
“You’re a naughty girl, Jewell. I thought your swinging days were over,” he teased.
“Right…I seem to recall some pretty swinging times with you recently,” she said with an edge. “Plus whatever. I’m 23. I’m gonna have some fun. I’m not going to do anything stupid, I just like to flirt a little. What’s wrong with that?”
“Nothing.”
“Exactly,” she said as she gave Brian a little peck on the cheek.
“I bet they like you in that suit, huh?”
“Oh yeah. Especially with this tight top I have under the suit jacket. I caught a lot of guys trying to get a peak. I wore a thin bra today too, so my nipples were hard the whole time, but the jacket covered it up,” she replied.
“And now?”
“And now what?” Jewell answered innocently.
“Are your nipples hard?” asked Brian.
“I dunno…” she teased.
“It’s after 5pm Jewell. I think you should relax and take the jacket off,” Brian said as he reached forward to unbutton her jacket.
Jewell watched as his nimble fingers undid the button of her coat. She thought of Brian’s fingers pinching her nipples and the thought got her wet. As Brian helped Jewell out of her suit jacket, she realized how stiff her nipples were. The low candlelight in the bar accentuated the shadows cast by her nipples.
The bartender glanced over and couldn’t avoid looking at her perfect tits.
“Looks like you have a fan,” Brian joked.
Jewell liked the attention. She also liked that Brian was perverted enough to encourage her to a point. She felt comfortable with Brian. She felt sexy around Brian.
As Jewell set down her 3rd glass of wine on the bar, Brian moved closer and put his arm around her waist.
“What kind of panties are you wearing?” he whispered into her ear?
“A black thong,” she answered.
“Show it to me,” he directed.