This was one of those dinners you'd think wouldn't happen anymore—men with important things to say and women waiting to hear them. People look down on them nowadays, these throwbacks to chauvinism and a time now past, but for some, like her, they were a rare treat.
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Everyday of her life, she embodies the young, professional woman. She is decisive and tenacious—the same people she intimidates look up to her. She is forceful and direct, but she's not a feminist. Men are men and women are women, and each have their advantages. She certainly takes advantage of hers.
She slips out of bed every morning with nothing but a lacy thong and a thin t-shirt outlining a body toned by hours at the gym. Her sleeping man still in bed, all of 115 pounds glides across a cool floor, guided by a small ray of sunshine peeking in form underneath the blinds.
The closet is huge and it's hers and a fly on the wall would be in for a beautiful show. Cotton glides across her arms and brushes her shoulders on its way off, fully exposing 32 D breasts. A slight bend as she tugs her panties down betrays what is always perfect posture.
Simply put, she is stunningly sexy, and she knows it.
Her clothes always accentuate what she knows men love. It's about the simple things—a blouse that hints at cleavage, a dress that hugs her ass when she leans forward. Her style is reserved enough to never turn off other women, but sexy enough that other men picture her when they fuck their wives.
But sometimes, every now and then and only when he asks, she puts something on different—more showpiece than subtle.
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Tonight was such an occasion. Tonight was important. He'd whispered that in her ear as he slid up behind her in the closet, cupping her breasts and pulling her in close. She knew that already, but liked hearing it just the same. Reaching past her, he curled his fingers around the hanger she knew he would. It was his favorite, a black dress that had a mesmerizing effect on men. It was backless, open until the last possible inch, the rest left to imagination. Its plunging neckline sent eyes adrift in her cleavage, exactly where she wanted them.
As she spun to face him, he fought the urge to take her right there. They both knew what would happen next, and it was a powerful turn-on. Pushing him away, her nipples hard and his cock fully erect, she followed him into the bedroom and then kicked him out. She had work to do, not the least of which was finishing the second glass of wine he'd poured her already.
Not twenty minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom and into his gaze. He stared for a moment, and then another, and then ten more. She loved when he did this, and let him take his time. He loved her and she loved him for it—no one ever looked at her the way he did, and no one ever would.
Her blond hair was barely curled and rested just above her perfect breasts. Her tan legs couldn't look any sexier in four-inch heels and shadowy makeup highlighted magnificent steel-blue eyes.
She felt sexy, and as he strode towards her, a deep, passionate kiss from her man assuaged any thoughts to the contrary.
They got to the restaurant early. He liked getting everywhere early for the same reason he drove everywhere they went. His hand on her lower back guided her towards their table, four empty seats soon to be two. As they walked, she looked straight ahead, but noticed every glance. Men at each table, joined by women or not, stopped to take her in. She never acknowledged it, but the stares inflamed her desire. She loved the attention that came with being wanted.
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She was on her third glass of wine when they sat down. The man who was so important picked the chair directly across from her, a random choice in appearances only. The woman he brought with him held a certain beauty as well, an absence of purity made up for by thick makeup. A tight red dress barely contained her best qualities, however, and following her man's eyes, she realized he'd noticed them too.
A sharp pang of jealousy and lust swept through her, as she pictured what she knew he already was—his mouth wrapped around the woman's nipples, pulling them in, swirling and exploring as he'd done to her so many times.
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It was four years ago that she first made herself vulnerable. It was quiet and late and they'd been kissing for hours. She knew what he wanted, and it was something she'd only given to very few.
She rose above him, the young man underneath consumed with lust and frozen in place. They locked eyes, and she knew that it was ok. She knew that the world she was about to enter was going to be new and exciting and not totally figured out yet.
His hands on her waist, she lifted her shirt from the bottom.
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Dinner went as dinners go. The food came and went and the man who was so important made sure everyone knew that. He was a relic from a bygone era, only in his mid-forties but clearly a victim of a poor (rich?) upbringing, or too many episodes of Mad Men, or both.
But if his mouth never stopped moving his eyes rarely did. They hovered on her, transfixed by everything she did, and everything she did was on purpose. When she leaned forward to sip her soup, her arms pressed inward to make sure her cleavage pressed out. Sipping her wine, she slid her tongue over the glass, just visible through the Merlot. She even controlled what he couldn't see, re-crossing her legs and brushing his foot as she did so.
All the while, as her man kept up his end of a one-sided conversation, they stole knowing glances. He also found time to take in the breasts across the table from him, but the other woman didn't seem to mind, so she didn't either.
When desert came, so did the topic she'd been waiting for. This meant everything to her man, and he meant everything to her, so she steeled herself for what came next.
As he launched into a speech months in the making, she slipped one foot out of her pink heel and pushed it across the carpet. She felt the foot of the man who was so important, and began running her arch up, along the seam of his pants.
To his credit, he still pretended to listen to her man, but she knew better. A glaze fell over his eyes, and by the time her perfectly-manicured toes reached their goal, a raging hard-on was there to greet them.
She massaged his cock with slow pressure, and despite his best efforts, his breath started to quicken. A moment later he met her eyes, and she stared back fiercely, holding his gaze seductively until he broke free.
His cock was throbbing now, the result of her relentless stroking beneath the tablecloth and her man's lengthy pitch. But as it ended, his hard-on nearing release, the man who was so important excused himself.
She waited a few minutes, and looked at her man. He smiled and the unspoken exchange sealed what happened next. She rose from the table.
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The first time it happened was unexpected. They were at their bar. The bar tenders knew them by name. They kept coming back because the drinks were cheap. He thought it was because the place was a dive. She knew the prices weren't the same for everybody.
He found the bathroom and she found her bartender. He gave her the same look as all the others, the one she'd first got off to and since used to exploit. Her tip-toes pop her ass up and she rests her tits on the beer-stained oak. She knows the view is more intoxicating than the top shelf, and she calls out his name to fetch drinks and a discount.
A touch of his arm and a playful laugh and the game is played. She turns to leave, but a knowing smile catches her eye. He saw it all play out, and loved every second.
The meter gets paid, the taxi drives away, and their door swings shut. Four drinks later, he explodes, her confidence from earlier that night sending powerful jets of cum streaming hot down her chest.
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She met him outside the men's bathroom, in a dimly lit hallway near the back of the restaurant. He was surprised, bewildered even, as she put her hands on his chest and pushed him backward.
They chose this place because of this room. It's a closet that's remarkably big, with an old two-seat sofa inside. Perhaps a smoker's lounge at one point, they've made love here several times since, unknowing diners just footsteps away.
