The next morning I got up early. After showering and shaving my pubes bare, I oiled my body thoroughly. Looking through my collection of underwear, I chose a white, demi cupped bra and a sheer white thong. I knew I would have to wear a modest blouse and skirt, each black and a black jacket. Looking in the mirror, I looked professional as always. I chose 4" black pumps.
Carefully applying my makeup, I went light and nothing to tip-off my intentions for after work. I would refresh it in the ladies' room before leaving the bank.
I didn't see Marti but found a note next to my travel mug. I read it as I fixed my coffee. 'Fuck him, silly. I want ALL the details when you get home. Love, Marti'. I grinned at her interest in MY fun.
I arrived at work at my usual time and talked to several of my co-workers before the doors opened. I went to my desk, finding a note poking out from under my desk pad. I read it and found James had got there earlier but had to run some papers to a branch on the edge of the city. The final entry read 'your turn!'
I slipped the note into my purse before I put it onto a drawer. I busied myself by looking over several loan applications.
Around 10:30, I got up to get another cup of coffee. Walking into the coffee room, I saw James at his deck. Looking up, he smiled and grabbed his cup. We met in at the urn.
"Did you find my note" James asked?
"Yes, and I intend to hold you to the content," I answered. I glanced around and realized we were alone; I brushed my boobs against James' arm. He responded by leaning into me. I turned and faced the only entrance into the room and lower my left hand to his crotch. Squeezing his tool, I told him I wanted him ready for an exciting afternoon. Without another word, I walked back to my desk.
I didn't see him again until the bank was ready to close. I heard a series of messages coming through on my cell. I readied my desk to leave and watched most of the other employees go, including the bank manager.
I waited a few more minutes and then moved to the ladies' room. I sat in a stall and read the messages. The first was from James, telling me he would meet me in the lounge of a hotel on the edge of the city. The second one, also from him, asked what I was wearing. I texted back, saying 'very little, lol.'
I stood and took off my jacket and hung it on the stall's door. I removed my blouse and folded it and put it in my purse. I made sure my demi bra was supporting my boobs as I wanted, leaving the top of my areolas were peeking out. I refreshed my makeup and highlighted my eyes with a combination of colors. I put on more lipstick and looked at the mirror. I was surprised at how different I appeared with the new makeup. My jacket was showing my cleavage and the clasp of my bra.
I walked into the lounge a half hour or so later. I was surprised to see so many taking advantage of 'happy hour.'
Several men looked at me as I started to the bar. I could get used to this. Finally, I found James sitting in the corner on the short end of the bar. His eyes were eating up my exposure. I moved up to him, and he surrendered his stool to me.
James was mesmerized with my exposure. "I can't believe I waited so long to make a move," he said.
Placing my hand on his ass, I said, 'you'd be dead by now if you had started sooner," I told him. "I want a glass of wine to loosen me up."
He ordered my wine, and he had a scotch and water. We chatted, and as we did, I surveyed the others around the bar. I found four other women and a dozen or so men. Proper odds, I would say!
"I hope I'm as attractive as the other ladies here. I can be so self-conscious looking at them. James, do you think they are going to have the fun we are?"
I shifted on my stool and allowed my skirt to slip up further. James wasted no time in putting his hand between my thighs, which I opened to accommodate him. I turned to allow him a better view of my breast.
"You are nothing like I envisioned, " he admitted. His fingers began to work their way up to my panties.
"I can take them off if you want," I purred in his ear. I took a sip of my wine and told him I would be right back.
I walked to the ladies' room and standing near a stall; I removed them and put them in my purse. I looked at my phone and saw another message from Marti. 'Have you met him yet?' I decided to call her.
She picked up on what must have been the first ring. Her first words were 'tell me.'
I told her, just to mess with her, 'I just removed my panties.'
"You go, girl. Where are you?' she wanted to know.
Telling her all that had transpired, she seemed to enjoy my behavior.
"I bet you look hot as hell," Marti said.
"I'll fill you in with the details at home," I told her. "Got to go."
I walked back into the bar and to my stool. I adjusted my skirt before sitting on the seat and opened my legs. Foolishly, I hadn't thought about the guy on the stool next to me. I didn't dare turn to see if he was watching.
"I thought I was going to have to come after you. Is everything OK?' James asked.
