Returning to the room after the Sephora make-over, Christine took a seat in one of the luxurious side chairs and thought about her day. She had been thoroughly pampered, given a new pair of high heels and had a debauched afternoon. Her body felt a combination of electric excitement and total ease. It was a feeling of complete sexual saturation and the main part of the reason for staying over had not even begun.
She relaxed for 15 minutes or so listening to CNN, before deciding to look at what the pay stations, that she knew all the business men looked at, had to offer. Scanning through the various movies reinforced what she always knew...men followed their cocks. Scrolling through the myriad of titles, she stopped at "My New Trans Daughter...A Mother's Point of View."
"$7.99. MMM, seems fair. Maybe I can learn something." she thought to herself as she pushed 'accept the room charge' on the remote.
While the credits were rolling, she checked her phone and found that Christophe had sent the photos. She could not unzip them on her phone but she forwarded them to her husband with the text...
"So glad you agreed that I could stay. The hotel bought me a new pair of shoes. Hope you like them. I will model them for you when I get home. Love Christine xxoo"
As she watched the movie, she thought of how similar her situation was to that of the actor (with the girlish slim body but a nice cock) and the actress (with a mature mother's figure). The story line was the boy coming out as a girl to his mother and the mother feigning shock until she was consoled. The scene was set in a restaurant and soon, the two in a private banquette, began to explore what it means to be a woman.
"Oh my gosh, look at the time. I need to get dressed and get down stairs!" Christine said out loud. "I guess the movie will have to wait 'til later. Maybe Brianna and I can watch it together later tonight.
She texted Brianna. "I have a great movie to watch when you come over tonight."
Waiting at the entry to the bar was the older and pudgier of the two owners. Christine recognized him from the morning brief introductions.
"Mrs. Smith. So glad you accepted our invitation. In case you forgot, I'm Ross. We have your favorite drink set up at your favorite place at the bar." Ross, with a smile to the bartender, shook her hand and, motioned with his arm to the empty bar stool.
She sat at the bar stool and sipped her ice cold Cosmo.
"Why this seat?"
"Well, firstly it is easily seen when you enter, everybody goes by it on the way to the washrooms and it is also easy to be seen by those people already seated."
"You like being seen?"
"Yes, I adore it."
"I can see why...I must say you look amazing. You look marvelous. That short dress with the side slit shows off your beautiful legs and those shoes. Are they Louboutin's?"
"Thank you, and yes they are. I chose this seat because when I hold my drink in my right hand, men have to look past my breasts. Then, when I put my left foot down on the floor, the split in my skirt opens to my hip and they can see the full extent of my legs and if I am wearing thigh highs they can see the lace at the top with the naked thigh above it. Then, if the bar is crowded and they walk by, sometimes they drag their fingers across my naked thighs. When someone chats me up and, if I feel like it, I swing my left leg around, facing the room and open my legs so the room can see up my skirt."
"You flash them your pussy?
"Not sure it's a real flash, if you let their eyes linger."
"Why don't you demonstrate?"
"Like this." she said as she took her left high-heeled foot of the bar stool rungs and placed it on the floor. Although she had very long legs, she had to let herself slide forward to do so, and in doing it her hem rode up higher, the dress split opened and the inside of her left thigh was exposed to the entry door. Looking down you could almost see her crotch and the excitement of doing so was palpable. She might have a thong on. She might not have had a thong on. The voyeurs were sure to be intrigued.
"Then, if you accidentally sweep your hand across your lap, you fold back the front panel, exposing your cunt, before you quickly, or slowly, put it back."
"What about when someone chats you up?"
"I swing around like this and depending on the mood, put both feet on the floor thereby thrusting myself forward or sometimes, I put both heels on the rungs, and just open my legs allowing the man to stand between them. It gives them a sense of power and easy access with their fingers."
"Like this?" Ross said quietly as he moved between her legs. He placed his glass of single malt on the bar and with this left hand eased up the hem of her micro mini dress while the fingers on his right hand caressed her warm waiting vulva. Almost immediately, he began pulling the swelling lips aside and inserting two strong fingers deep into the hot juicy cunt. Christine inhaled deeply and noisily as he penetrated her.
