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?"