We had talked about it for many years, a fantasy that Sally and I both found exhilarating but never had even come close to living out.
It started with a trip to a local upper-end hotel. She was dressed to the hilt in a sheer black top with a revealing half-bra underneath and a skirt sans panties, with a garterbelt and stockings beneath. She wore heavy makeup with lots of rouge and a bright red lipstick topped with lip gloss, her neck adorned with a chain necklace that had extensions down to her breasts where her nipples were encircled with slightly tight loops that kept them erect, jutting up against her top. Long silver earrings hung down and they seductively swayed with her every move.
We shared a sensual cocktail and chatted nervously about the rest of the evening. We both wondered out loud about if either of us would lose our nerve, agreeing that we would only act jointly, that if either of us signaled that we wanted to exit the evening would be over and we would leave as we arrived, together.
As we headed out to the driveway to leave, I opened the car door for her. As she turned to enter it, I stopped and pulled her tightly to me, kissing her lightly on the neck and whispering "I will always love you gently in her ear". She smiled, kissed me back saying "I hope so".
In about twenty minutes we arrived at the hotel. I pulled up and she exited the car, tugging her skirt down as she headed to the lobby. I went and parked the car and also headed to the lobby. Upon entering the lobby I couldn't help but be amazed by her beauty and how sexy she looked. I moved to the front desk and registered for the room I had reserved for us, a suite on the top floor. The front desk clerk gave me two keys and pointed to the elevators.
I asked her for a Post-It note and wrote the room number on the note, stuck it to one of the keys and headed back to meet her. I gave her the key with the number on it. She stuck in her bra with a somewhat wicked smirk and turned towards the lobby bar.
I gave her maybe five minutes headstart and then also moved towards the bar. Upon entering I observed a moderate crowd and saw her seated alone at the closest end of the bar. I proceeded down to the opposite end of the bar and sat down at a table by myself. A cocktail waitress soon appeared and I ordered a mojito and asked her to also give one to the lady dressed in black at the bar. She smiled as if she knew the plot and turned to get the drinks.
In a few minutes the waitress returned with my mojito and the bartender was delivering one to Sally. Seated next to her now was a nice looking, sharply-dressed man who appeared to be perhaps fifteen or twenty years younger than her. They both had cocktails in front of them and appeared to be having an enjoyable conversation.
I tried not to gawk at her or otherwise be obvious but it was more than just a bit difficult to be so fascinated without being patently transparent in my attention. I soon noticed that he moved his hand onto her thigh and that she had turned to more directly face him as they talked. I could only imagine she was making sure to display her stunning charms more openly. They would be impossible to ignore as I m certain her nipples were now clearly visible above the shelf of her bra, at least in my head.
With that image in my head, I paid my tab and walked down the bar towards the lobby exit. I could see her glance at me as I passed by. I wasn't sure what I had expected to see and maybe my own excitement was distorting my perception, but in my mind I was quite sure I had seen a look of anticipatory delight in her eyes. She looked somewhat electrified. Intense and intent. It was a far cry from the look of reluctance that I had feared I would be seeing.
