I like being an exhibitionist. There have been times that I find my way into a nice hotel lounge, scope out the crowd find some unsuspecting lone man across the room...not too far away. I carry a stylish briefcase sit it on the table and open it, working on some fictitious reports, etc. Dressed professionally and looking as if I am winding down from a busy meeting. Wearing a professional business suit, jacket, white button down shirt, sheer bra, shorter skirt, thigh high stockings and heels, hair in an updo and glasses.
I sit down and get to "work" seemingly totally interested in my reading. I subconsciously chew and suck on my pen. I order a drink...Amaretto on the rocks with 2 cherries. As I read I stop for a moment to stand and remove my jacket, throwing it on the chair next to me, making sure that as I start to sit down, I shift enough so that the skirt has risen to show the lacy tops of the stockings. I pretend to be tired and uncomfortable, unbutton a couple of buttons...stretch and rub my neck. I then rub my thigh, working my hand down as I lift my foot, drop one of the heels so I can massage my sore foot and rest it on the other chair. By now I have the attention of not only my "victim", but the bartender as well.
My nipples are hard and you can see them protruding from the sheer bra. By now they have noticed that I am wearing no panties and I am exposing my shaved smooth pussy. I must say that I play the part pretty well and it is exciting. I adjust myself some more, crossing one leg under me and sitting on it, giving a clear shot. I dangle the other heel from my foot as I shake my foot back and forth nervously. Of course I shuffle through my papers causing some of them to slide from the table causing me to bend over for them. Now exposing my ass and pussy, just enough. I noticed my admirer wipe his chin and shake his head, grinning. And I am getting wet just thinking about them noticing me. I sit back again, loosing the other shoe, placing both feet on the chair across from me. I sip my drink, put down my work for a bit and stare out as if deep in thought. I fish out one of the cherries and start to suck on it, swirling it around on my tongue, biting it. I stretch some more, put one hand between my legs, rubbing and tickling my inner thigh, opening my legs a little. I rub the hem of the skirt and the tops of the stockings...then I begin to touch myself. I tickle the outside of my lips causing me to quiver. I look around as if I am trying to be sneaky about it. I rub my pussy slowly and softly giving myself goose bumps. I close my eyes and start to relax. I try to forget that there is anyone in the room, but I know they are watching and it makes it so much more exciting. I breathe heavily and lay my head back turning it from side to side, take off my glasses and start to let my hair down.
I am finishing the drink and decide to go to the bar for another. In my stocking feet, hair loose and wild my clothing disheveled. I feel a little flushed; I take out the other cherry and throw back the rest of the drink of course sucking the cherry into my mouth. I step to the bar and on my tiptoes bend over to tell the bartender what I want, of course the skirt raises just enough to show my twat and bottoms of my ass cheeks.
After ordering the drink I am told that the gentleman at the table is "getting it" I glance over my shoulder, smile and raise my glass, he does the same. I turn back to the bartender and leave him a tip. I prance back over to my seat, gather up my work and return it to the briefcase. I close it and stretch my legs out across to the other chair wiggling my toes. I begin to sip my drink and nonchalantly place my hand between my legs and start where I left off. I am not really masturbating, just tickling and rubbing lightly. I wasn't paying attention but suddenly the man from across the room was standing next to me. He cleared his throat and said, "Excuse me". I was startled. He began to ask if I had a room, was I from out of town, could he join me...he spoke quickly, nervously. I pushed the chair across from me out, with my feet and smiled at him.
He was obviously flustered. And it made me proud. He asked if I needed another drink I politely said no thank you and fished out one of the cherries. I held out a hand and introduced myself, he was Steve. He moved the chair to the side so that he was not directly across from me. I made up some story about just passing through after a tough sales meeting. I told him that it looked like a nice place and decided to have a drink and unwind. I noticed him noticing my hard nipples through the thin white dress shirt. I acted as if I didn't notice but adjusted my position so that he could also see the curve of my cleavage.
I moved a little closer to him running my fingers through my hair; I stretch and rub my shoulder. He asks, "May I?"
"Oh yeah," I say and turn slightly, lifting my hair. He puts his hands on my shoulders and my pussy is automatically wet! My skin becomes tingly...I let out a little moan...mmmmmmmmmm. His hands on me feel amazing. I had wanted him to touch me. I lean into him giving him a clear shot down the front of my shirt. I unbutton a few more buttons and let my shirt slip down one shoulder exposing my tan skin, he mentions the goose bumps and I giggle a bit. I start to squirm and move my shoulders around and allow my shirt to slide down both shoulders revealing my bra straps and letting one of my aroused breasts to pop out from the front of my shirt. I shivered quickly and pull my shirt back up to cover my shoulders, "We should stop," I tell him..."this feels too good." I sit back and pull my shirt to, not buttoning it.
He seems confused and sits down, "Did I do something wrong?" he asks.
"Oh No!" "It's not you, I am tired and have to drive." I tell him my legs are tired my feet hurt and I really need to get into something more comfortable. Just then he touches my knee and slides his hand down, raising my foot up. Placing it in his lap. He starts to rub my foot and once again I am covered in goose bumps. He massages my foot firmly, rubbing the heel, tickling the insole and works his way up to my calf. I feel myself sliding down to the end of my seat, sliding my skirt up as I do. He bends over to me and with both hands rubs his hands up to the top of my stocking, sliding his finger under it and works his way completely around my thigh. I feel my stocking loosen and notice that he is sliding it off. I start to bend my knee, making it easier for him to take it completely off. As he slides the stocking over my knee he bends over to kiss it. I hadn't even notice that my foot is now resting on his crotch, which seems amazingly full. I start to move my foot and he takes my ankle and pushes my foot into his crotch firmly. I wriggle my toes around and begin to massage him. I then give him my other foot. This time he doesn't massage my leg, he runs his hands up my leg quickly and pulls at the stocking. He then pushes both of my feet into his, now rock hard cock and I am massaging him with my feet. He can hardly breathe.
He mutters. "Oh God." "I want you so badly." I spread my legs to show him my cunt, now glistening from my wetness, I want him too. He looks down and his eyes widen, he, at once reaches for it. He doesn't rub it he places his hand on the top and sticks his thumb deep into me. I am so turned on, but grab his hand and tell him that I should go, I shouldn't be doing this.