THE PERFORMANCE - CHAPTER FOUR
Jason was sitting facing the entrance to the bar when Cate came walking across the foyer in his direction. Their eyes immediately locked on each other's. Her high heels echoed on the lobby tiles as she closed the distance to the handsome gentleman who had been awaiting her arrival. She moved effortlessly towards him, her substantial breasts swaying invitingly under the thin material of her dress. Her always excitable nipples made their presence known to all as they rubbed against the material in response to her steps.
"Good lord he's good looking," Cate thought, as she felt the beginnings of butterflies starting to flutter in her stomach. "And why the hell do I feel nervous? This is just a business meeting. Nothing more. Still, he looks like he could be a movie star. Or a model at the very least least."
Jason rose from his stool to greet her as she approached him and accepted the hand that she extended to him in greeting. He immediately took her right hand in his, and placing his left on her hip, pulled her in to plant a soft kiss on her cheek. She did not pull away from this surprising (well maybe not so surprising after all) display of affection coming from a man whom she had only met once before and who was the husband of one of her students. She wondered why she so easily accepted his rather familiar greeting. It was generally not in her nature to allow such familiarity to people to whom she was only newly acquainted. That level of intimacy was usually reserved for friends.
"You look absolutely ravishing," Jason said to her almost under his breath, as his eyes moved up and down her body, taking in her barely covered figure. "Stunning. Just stunning. I love that dress. It suits you so well."
"Why thank you sir. So kind of you to say," Cate replied, feeling like she had just been stripped naked by his obvious visual appraisal. "I'm glad you approve."
She smiled at him knowing full well that she could reel this guy in anytime she wanted should she be so inclined. He was practically drooling as he now more stealthily checked out her tits and legs. If she were single she might seriously consider fucking this man. But she wasn't single. Her and Tom had been together for 12 years, and although not legally married, were committed to each other and have been since they first started going out. Plus, Jason was 'actually' married. With children no less. She was sure there was no way he was a cheater and that the attention he paid to her was purely harmless flirtation. Nothing more. Here was a sexy, handsome, successful man doing his masculine peacock strut for the benefit of an intriguing new woman that he found attractive. That, she was certain, was the long and short of it.
"Please. Please. Have a seat Cate," Jason said, gesturing to the stool beside his as he sat back down. "Let me get you a drink."
Cate climbed on to the bar stool and as her dress rode up a little more than she expected, exposing a fair expanse of stockinged thigh, she realized now that she was going to have to be cautious not to flash anyone. It rose not quite to the lacy tops of her stockings but close enough so that she had to be aware of her posture and how she moved, or there might be an uncomfortable moment or two.
"Thanks Jason but I don't drink. Alcohol does not agree with me and on the few occasions that I did drink, I did not like the way it made me feel or behave," she replied. "I'll just have soda water if that's ok with you."
"Nonsense. One small glass of wine won't do any major damage I'm sure. We must celebrate our little business venture. A seal-the-deal toast simply must be had. It's a time-honoured tradition," he said, wondering exactly what kind of behaviour she was talking about when she imbibed. He hoped to be fortunate enough to find out.
"Ok, maybe just one little one. But that's all. Sometimes it makes me feel a little odd and sometimes it just makes me giddy and a bit boisterous. Because I avoid it generally, it doesn't take much booze to have an effect on me. I certainly don't want to make a fool of myself," she said laughingly.
"I can't believe that would even be possible," he said back to her reassuringly while ordering her a glass of white wine and another Manhattan for himself. "I'm certain a gorgeous creature like yourself could never, ever look foolish. All you would have to do would be to bat those beautiful eyes or swing those hips and all thoughts of foolishness would be banished."
"I'm sure you realize that the eyes of every man in this bar were on you as you walked over here and I am being cursed and envied as the luckiest man in the place. That entrance was, let's just say, kind of overwhelming," he said. " I'm afraid that if I have to excuse myself and leave you alone for two minutes you will be crawling with prospective suiters. Not to sound full of myself, but did you wear this outfit just for me? And are you aware of the effect it has on men?"
She giggled. "Well, I think you are overstating for effect it but I appreciate your saying so just the same. Yes, I suppose I did put in a little effort for you this evening. I had a lovely time at our lunch last time and went home with a nicely swelled head thanks to all of your kind words and flattery. My husband thinks you may have bad intentions though," she said laughingly. "So...do you?"
"Well, I suppose you'd have to define your terms," he replied cagily with a big grin.
They chatted at length about the upcoming show and it was obvious that they were both excited about the event. They discussed their work, touched on their personal lives, and just generally enjoyed each other's company. Jason was, as usual, attentive and unabashedly flirtatious. Nothing too outside the boundaries of good taste but he made his attraction to Cate blatantly clear. He kept eye contact with her during most of their conversation, his gaze only drifting to her chest and elegantly crossed legs when he thought she wouldn't notice. Her luscious breasts moved under her dress with even her slightest movement and Jason was clearly enjoying the display, a fact not at all lost on Cate. His light touches on her arm or shoulder showed his interest and his desire to come in contact with her bare skin. At one point he touched her knee while he was emphasizing a point and left it there for a few daring moments, clearly testing the waters. Without breaking eye contact, Cate gently reached down and removed his hand, giving him a knowing smile as she did so. As she placed his hand slowly back onto his own leg she looked down and noticed that his dress pants were tenting in his lap.
"My gawd," she thought, "He's getting an erection. It has been awhile since I've seen one of those at full mast. I can't believe I'm having this much of an effect on him." She laughed to herself.
He noticed where she was looking and waited until her eyes again met his again before saying, "Sorry about that. It's kind of embarrassing but I'm going to blame you for looking so fucking delicious tonight. I hope you aren't offended. It just sort of happened. My mind is picturing what you look like under that dress and nature is simply taking over."
She took a sip of her wine and looked him in the eye over the rim of her glass. "Please don't apologize. I'm totally flattered. I might actually be a little offended if there was no reaction at all. I mean, this outfit is not exactly demure and I suppose it's meant it to be...somewhat...inspiring. I only hope that your predicament is not too uncomfortable for you. In any event, I have to go to he ladies room now and will be back shortly. Hopefully your friend there will compose himself by the time I return," she said, glancing towards his lap with a little smile.
With that, Cate negotiated the dismounting of the tall stool without exposing her naked pussy to Jason or the rest of the the bar and began a slow sassy stroll to the ladies room, only slightly light-headed from the wine. Alcohol always had a pronounced and immediate effect on her but she felt pretty good. Her swaying tits and plump rump were admired by most of the male patrons (and maybe one or two of the females) as she made her way past the tables. Once in the bathroom Cate took out her phone and texted Tom that she was having a lovely time and that all was well and that he was not to worry. She mentioned that Jason, although again being unsubtly flirtatious, was generally behaving as gentlemanly as she figured he could be. She neglected to mention the erection, keeping that little gem of information for when she got home. She did say however that she had not as yet heard the 'I want to fuck you' line that Tom predicted she would hear. Tom's reply was that 'there was still time' and included a laughing emoji and the green 'boner' emoji. Some kind of vegetable she guessed. A cucumber maybe? She wasn't sure.
Cate could hear that music had started in the bar and realized that this must be the time of the evening that the place gets crowded and people start looking to hook up. It was a hotel bar after all. Generally a target-rich environment. She left the bathroom and started to walk back towards the bar only to be met halfway by Jason, who quickly led her to the dance floor where a couple of other couples had already started to sway to the soft music the DJ spinning.
"I'm hoping you're ok with a dance or two. I mean, after all, you are a professional dancer, right?" se said as he hugged her body close to his and started moving to the music. Cate could feel the remains of his erection pressed against her thigh as his hand caressed her back through the thin silky fabric of her dress. He pulled her closer to him trying to make full contact with her on the dance floor. Contrary to how her brain was telling her to react, her body was having a polar opposite physical reaction to the current circumstance. She could feel her nipples further stiffening against her dress and her pussy start to lubricate itself slightly. She was hoping that she didn't get so damp that it stained through her dress. Now that would be an embarrassment. She did not want anyone, especially her 'date', to see that she was so obviously becoming increasingly aroused. Halfway through the number, the hand on her back slowly migrated down to the top of her ass and gently rubbed along her lower waist, and then continued its journey to the top of her soft, plump butt cheeks. He was clearly searching for something.
