I dressed in a short, tight red dress that hugged all my curves. Without a bra my nipples strained against the fabric, and I almost decided to put one on when I looked in the mirror and saw my two little pebbles poking out from the front of my breasts. But they were very perky, and I had decided to be naughty, and they looked very, very naughty. And, I thought, as long as I'm not wearing a bra, I won't wear undies either. I finished the outfit with red pumps sporting 4 inch heels, a short strand of pearls with matching earrings, then went into the bathroom and brushed out my hair and put on light makeup with bright red lipstick.
I walked back into the living room, where Honey was scrubbing away at the wet spot on the couch. "You'd better hope that doesn't leave a stain, Honey." I checked my makeup in the hall mirror. "If it does, you'll be buying me a new couch, and you WON'T be having any more fun like that."
"I think it'll come out just fine, Cyn." She stood back and looked at the huge wet spot on the center cushion. "It'll look fine when it dries." She still wore her red teddy, but she had pulled her panties back up and her bra down. "I shouldn't have come on the couch, I'm sorry."
"Well, I hope you had your fun. Now its my turn to get fucked," I told her. Somewhere deep inside me there was still a person who couldn't believe I had said what I just said. "I'm going out to find a real man who can fuck me the way I want it. When I get back, I'll introduce you as my maid, so you might want to dress the part. I don't think what you're wearing now will be appropriate." I put on a shawl, wrapping my bare shoulders and the top of my skimpy dress. "In the meantime, I want you to wash all my laundry, and dust the entire apartment. If you run out of things to do, you might make a snack for later on. Good fucking always makes me hungry." I grabbed my keys.
"Thank you, Cyndy." Honey walked over and gave me a little peck of a kiss goodbye. "Thank you so much for making me so happy."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I replied. "I hope you enjoyed it, because I know I'm going to enjoy mine when I find it."
And out the door I walked.
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I chose the bar at the Brighton Hotel as the most likely spot for finding the kind of man I wanted. Being Saturday night, there might not be many business travelers there, but it was a popular hotel for tourists as well, was very upscale, and it was only a few short blocks from the apartment.
As I entered the lobby through the huge revolving door I could feel the stares of the few men milling about. I must have made my mark, because it was obvious that I had their full attention. I made sure to put one foot in front of the other as I sashayed through the lobby, giving the swaying motion of my derriere the maximum effect. I entered the huge bar, paneled in deep, dark mahogany and found an open bar stool at the high, turn-of-the-century, dark wooden bar. Sitting down, I wished I had a cigarette. Not because I wanted to smoke one, but for the dramatic effect of holding it until some gallant gentleman offered to light it for me.
I ordered a gimlet, straight up from the elderly bartender. When he delivered it, I put a twenty dollar bill on the bar and he brought me back my change. I picked up my drink for the first sip and began to look around. Lots of single men. This is good. As I was surreptitiously checking out the men in the bar, I heard a voice right next to me.
"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" the voice said.
I turned to my left, and sitting next to me was a very nice looking man, probably in his late thirties. He wore a dress shirt and tie, which was loosened at his collar. He was tanned, with sun-bleached hair, and looked very outdoorsy. But his best and most impressive feature was his smile, which not only turned up the corners of his mouth, but reflected in his eyes as well. His eyes were smiling at me. Even more remarkable were his teeth; white, straight, and almost gleaming.
"That's a pretty corny line," was my witty reply.
"Well, I desperately wanted to start a conversation with you, and it was all I could think of. Guess I'm not very slick, am I." Again the killer smile.
"Not yet, anyway," was my come-on line. He smiled again. I think we had an understanding.
The conversation just kind of took off from there. His name was Collin; he had broken up with his girl friend a few weeks before, and had finally decided to get out and enjoy an evening on his own. He said he didn't want to hit the singles scene, and thought the Brighton would be a nice safe place to enjoy a couple of drinks and relax.
"I certainly didn't expect to meet anyone like you here," he said, and then caught himself and blushed. "I mean a woman out on her own, who you wouldn't expect to be out on her own, er, I mean a woman that...well, you know what I mean!" He looked at the mahogany bar top.
"No, what do you mean?" I took a sip of my drink, and smiled at him.
"Well, I guess I mean I'm sitting here minding my own business, and this incredibly well-dressed, beautiful, classy woman sits down next to me and, excuse me, but starts flirting heavily with me."
"Yes, I am." I started lightly rubbing up and down his calf with my foot. "I'd like another drink."
"Sure," he said and called the bartender over and ordered a bourbon seven for himself and another gimlet for me. There was a moment of uncomfortable silence as the bartender mixed our drinks. When he returned with them, Collin paid for them both.
"Thank you," I said and held up my glass for a toast.
"To us," he said and we drank.
When we had finished our toast, I took the plunge. "Collin, I live only a few blocks from here, walking distance really. My husband is, uh, away and I have a very understanding maid who is also like a personal assistant to me. She's the only one home right now, how would you like to come over for some fun and games?"
He picked up his drink and gulped the last of it. "Let's go," he said when he had finished.
"Whoa, boy! Let me finish mine!" I laughed, and I finished my drink on the way to the revolving doors.
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When we arrived back at the apartment, my hair was already a mess, and my dress was askew. Honey was folding laundry at the dining room table when we entered. She got up and rushed over, taking my shawl and Collin's jacket, hanging them both in the hall closet.
Honey, will you make us a couple of drinks? I'll have a vodka gimlet, and Collin will have a bourbon and seven. She nodded her assent, and I could see Collin sizing her up. She was dressed in one of my navy blue skirts and a white lacy blouse, with a white apron over the top of both. She wore my pair of navy blue clogs, which I personally didn't think fit the outfit, but the effect was of a well dressed housekeeper.
I pulled Collin over to the couch, and we sat down. Honey must have dried the spot with a my hairdryer, because the wet spot was completely gone, with not a stain to be seen. "Now where were we in the elevator?" I asked coyly.
"I think we were kissing passionately and I had just taken your left breast out of your dress," he answered correctly as he moved towards me.
"Like this?" I asked and pulled my left breast from my plunging neckline as I shrugged my dress off my shoulder. It felt heavy in my hand, and the nipple was distended.
"Yeah, just like that. And by the way, that's a very beautiful breast. I'd like to kiss it, may I?" Again that smile.
Just then Honey arrived with our drinks and began placing them in front of us on the coffee table. If Collin wanted to play Mother-May-I?, I could certainly play along with the game.
