Writers Note: Read Julie Shows Off Pt 1&2 for the beginning of Julie's story...
*Buzzzz* my intercom to my apartment went off.
I looked at the clock and it was 6:45. Fuck, Brian was early. I rushed to try to finish my makeup as the buzzer went off again. I looked over myself one last time in the mirror, my deep blue shirt was one of my favorites. In the right lighting, you could see right through it. My thoughts began to wander about how I can use it to my advantage when my buzzer rang for a third time.
I glanced out the door and could see it was Brian, and I buzzed him in. I left the door cracked open and went back to finishing getting ready. Within a few seconds there was a couple taps on the door and Brian walked in.
"Hey!" I said as he walked in and closed the door.
"Hey yourself," Brian replied, "You know, when I saw the door cracked open, I half expected to walk in on you naked."
"Hmm... I didn't even think of that, I'm slacking." I laughed.
We walked in silence from my apartment to his car. Brian opened the door for me to get in. He then bent over, and buckled my seat belt for me, pausing his face in front of mine and said "Safety first" in a deep, low voice, my insides felt on fire with excitement.
I wanted to pull Brian into a kiss with him being so close, but before I could get my body to move, he was already closing my door and walking around the car to get in himself. The pull I had towards Brian wasn't like anything I had felt with previous guys I had been with. I wanted more than anything for him to take me then and there in the parking lot, not caring who saw. As he got into the car, and buckled his own seat belt, he had a smile on his face that mirrored my own. My insides still felt on fire, and all my mind could focus on was having him inside of me.
"So.... what are the plans for the evening?" I asked, breaking the silence and trying to get my mind on things other than Brian's mouth and cock.
"I have reservations at a restaurant, and then who knows..." Brian trailed off, "I had thought something silly and fun like mini golf or bowling, but maybe a walk somewhere is a better idea. We will see how dinner goes."
"Hmm, yes, we will see." I stated with a giggle, "What restaurant are we going to?"
"It's a very... selective restaurant I guess you could say." Brian said while we continued to drive through the city, "You have to be a member to even get a reservation."
"Oh... well what is it called?" I replied while placing my hand on his leg, "Maybe I've heard of it. Is it the new place on 10th? I've heard that's hard to get into."
We pulled into a parking garage, and Brian took his parking ticket, and continued to drive.
"No, not on 10th." Brian stated as he parked. "We're here."
I recognized the building. It was full of offices. My car insurance carrier was actually in this building. I was suddenly more aware of how I was dressed. It made me look like I should be standing on a corner and not entering a professional office building.
"Brian..." I trailed off as I got out of the car.
"Yes?" Brian asked.
"Umm, this is an office building." I shivered as the cool fall breeze reminded me of my scant clothing. "I come here for insurance, there's no restaurant in there."
"I told you it was selective." Brian stated with a grin. He grabbed my hand and led me into the building. As we began walking through the lobby, I could feel everyone's eyes on me, my heart felt as if there was a hummingbird on caffeine in my chest, trying to get out.
As we stood in front of the elevator waiting for the doors to open, a small crowd began to gather next to us. Three younger men in suits were to my right, and kept elbowing each other and nodding in my direction.
Brian placed his hand on the small of my back before leaning over and whispering, "I do believe you have a fan club."
I glanced over at them and smiled. As I did the doors to the elevator opened and a whoosh of warm air hit me. My skin instantly prickled with goosebumps, and I felt my nipples harden against the thin bra I was wearing.
Brian walked me to the back of the elevator, and the others around us quietly filed in and we all turned to face the doors. Brian moved me so that I was standing directly in front of him, and put his hand on my stomach, pulling me so that my back was flat against his chest. My ass could feel his semi hard cock through the sheer fabric between us. I was regretting my choice in underwear, as I could already feel how wet they were
Brian kissed my neck and whispered, "How about we give them another show? Don't be loud though, you don't want to be kicked out." I was regretting my choice in underwear, as I could already feel how wet my thong was.
His one hand stayed put on my stomach. I was sure he could feel my insides clench as his other hand slid up my legs, raising my skirt slightly and cupping my ass. I moved myself into him, wanting his hands on my clit, which was already swollen and aching for him to touch it.
As if he could tell what I was doing, Brian moved my thong to the side and pushed two fingers inside of me. I gasped at the fullness and how easy they slid in. One of the business men from earlier turned to look at me, causing me to blush and bite my lip.
I began to feel an odd pulsing I'd never felt before as Brian's fingers slowly slid in and out. I could feel his cock growing against my ass, and I bit my lip harder and attempted to concentrate on breathing to stifle the moan growing deep within me.
Brian withdrew his fingers, and slowly worked them up to my clit, pausing with a finger on either side of it. As soon as his fingers reached it, I realized the pulsing was my clit, as I felt it throb in between his fingers in sync with my heartbeat. I inhaled deeply, sure that I was going to cum fast.
I could feel Brian's body stiffen as half of the elevator turned around to look at me, right when the doors opened.
"They sure do have the heat cranked up in here don't they, good thing you guys are getting off!" Brian stated to the other elevator riders. A few chuckled and nodded in agreement as they walked off the elevator.
"But you aren't getting off yet," Brian whispered in my ear, "but your heart is racing. Too bad our floor is next, I would take you right here in this elevator."
I shuddered as Brian's hand left my clit. He pulled his hand from my skirt and stuck his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.
"Maybe we should skip to dessert." He stated as the elevator dinged and doors opened.
We walked into a lobby that looked like any other office. The room was plain. There was a receptionist desk, a half dozen or so chairs, and a coat check closet. My nipples tugged at my bra even more, and sent a shiver up my spine as the cold air enveloped my body. This floor was chillier than the elevator was.
The lady behind the desk was rather plain looking. Her unkempt hair, and wrinkled clothing made her look like she was constantly running late. She continued to type on her keyboard, barely looking up as we approached the desk.
"Hello," Brian said, but she still didn't look up, "We have a 7:30 appointment."
"Appointment?" I whispered, "I thought you said we were going to dinner, where are we?"
My heart rate continued to increase, and it was so loud in my ears that I was sure the sound was bouncing off the plain walls. I began rubbing my hands together, pretending they were just cold, when really they were tingling from my nerves.
"Ah yes, I have you booked in the main room," The receptionist stated, handing Brian a key card, "You are at table eight. You are reserved for up to three hours. You also have full access to the rooms should you want to utilize them, let your server know, however rooms 1 and 3 are reserved for the night. I believe you know the way? Or do you need the assistant to show you?"
"No thank you, I know where I am going, thanks." Brian replied and took my hand into his.
We walked through the door to the right of the lobby. I don't know what I expected, but it definitely wasn't a full blown restaurant in the middle of an office building. There were a little over a dozen booth's lining the walls. The sides of the booths were only about shoulder level, and you could easily see over them.
We walked over and sat at the booth with a gold 8 engraved on the edge. Brian led me into the booth, and I could hear the chatter of others in the room talking, but couldn't quite make out their conversation. Along the far wall there was an entire row of glass that appeared tinted, with doors, almost like the offices on my insurance companies floor. A couple from the booth next to us got up and walked into one. From the brief glimpse through the door I could see the night city skyline before the door closed behind them.
"I didn't say earlier, but that is a great choice in clothing for the night." Brian stated, interrupting my thoughts, "you look amazing."
"Thank you," I replied, "I wanted to give you a show on our first evening out."
"I noticed, that top is pretty much see through." Brian said.
"I know," I giggled, "That's the point."
"Oh really?" Brian said in an inquisitive tone, "Let's see how much you want to show off tonight. Go to the bathroom, take off your bra, and come back to the table."
I sat and thought for several minutes. I might as well walk out naked at that point if I took the bra off. My inner exhibitionist sat and pouted, urging me to do it. My heart began to race again at the thought of walking past all the tables, their eyes on me.
"If you don't want to, you don't have to... but what you do may give me an idea of how the rest of the evening should go." Brian said while browsing the menu.
I got up from the table and headed towards the restroom. As I reached it, another couple came out of the rooms across from the tables, they looked disheveled as if they just rolled out of bed. I walked into the bathroom and just stood in front of the mirror for a few seconds. Would I really take off my bra and be basically topless in front of everyone? I thought to myself.
Fuck it. I unclasped my bra and pulled it out of the sleeve of my top. Shit, I didn't think about how I would bring it back to the table. I folded it as small as it could go and held it to my side.
I walked out of the bathroom, and the lights along the tables were noticeably brighter. My nipples responded to the rub of the fabric against them, and were standing at attention. There was no doubt you could see them poked through my blouse.
