I first met Sue when she was 26 years old. Having attended an all-girls boarding school until 18 she had had little opportunity to meet boys in her childhood. This led to shyness that carried on through her early adult years, and, to some degree grew to a lack of self confidence in her own attractiveness that might seem crazy to anyone who didn't truly know her. When we met she was still a virgin having had no serious boyfriend.
That's not to say she couldn't attract attention in the right setting, more that she avoided any nights out and couldn't see signs of attraction from others. She had developed an incredibly slim figure which, coupled with her boyish bob and large brown eyes, meant she could have easily passed for 10 years younger and even for a couple of years after we met and married she was asked for proof of age when we visited pubs and bars.
Having reached 45 sue is still a petite 5 feet 3 size 8. She retains the dark brown elfin short hair style and gorgeous brown eyes, still has great legs, perky little 32b breasts and keeps the hair around her tight little pussy just lightly trimmed. Overall, she still looks a good five years younger and has a figure that girls half her age would be deeply envious of.
Though I've always told her how lovely she is I've never been truly sure that Sue's self-confidence in her own desirability has been thoroughly there though, and as she entered middle age I hoped that that too wouldn't knock her self-belief further. Added to that was a throwaway comment a few months ago where she wistfully mentioned her lack of sexual experience through having only ever slept with me.
I frequently pondered how I could reinforce her confidence and found that thoughts of her being chased by other guys, and maybe even giving herself to them, were extremely exciting for me. I never seriously thought I might try to help such fantasies come to fruition though.
However, one evening I was browsing an online stocking and lingerie store that also had its own chat room and got talking to a guy on there, with whom I found myself sharing some photos of Sue and having an intimate conversation about her.
He suggested the greatest boost she could get would be to be chatted up and flirted with by others and that the best place for this to happen would be when sat at the bar of a busy hotel.
I still cant really say why but it felt right to follow his advice and the next Friday I suggested we got dressed up and went to a local hotel, where we sat at the bar for a few drinks. It was a perfectly pleasant place to be -- far nicer than busy pubs or clubs -- and Sue looked stunning perched on the bar stool in a grey floral dress, black hold up stockings (sadly hidden) and black knee boots. However, aside from the occasional very brief glance she received no obvious attention from potential suitors.
The following Tuesday was a lovely day and Sue came in from work in a really good mood after securing a promotion at work so I suggested we put on our glad rags and headed out for a drink to celebrate. This proved far more interesting. Instead of the couples and occasional groups that visited the hotel bar on Friday, the weekday crowd was almost entirely made up of business people, mainly men, alone or in pairs and a long way from home.
Dressed in her red and cream dress with nude hold up stockings and mid brown, heeled leather knee boots, Sue certainly stood out. We positioned ourselves at the bar as before, and I made my usual trip to the loo in order to leave her alone but when I got back she was still alone and showed no signs of any contact from the guys there.
I then 'remembered' a phone call for work and ducked out to the foyer for some 10 minutes where I could watch her and much of the bar area unobserved. That was fascinating. The guys in the bar were frequently taking a good long look at Sue, who seemed oblivious to the attention and when a heavy set guy in his early 50s came in he chose to order right next to Sue and smiled at her (and got one in return) then seemed to offer to get a her a drink but soon retreated alone to a seat in the corner clearly rebuffed.
She didn't mention this when I returned but I hoped the attention he'd given was a pleasant surprise for her and she came heavily that evening when we made love. As I emptied myself into her that evening my orgasm was heightened by the silent wish that it were her admirer in my place.
This latest visit got me thinking. She was obviously lusted after by many of the business men but she'd only had one guy make a move, so what needed to change? I decided there were two problems. First up, most of the guys would have seen us enter the bar and sit together -- they weren't going to hit on her -- but just as important was her body language and mind set. She needed to enter the bar alone, be alone, look alone and feel alone for some minutes but also she needed to feel, like the business people, that she was away from home where nobody knew her and that she was staying at the hotel. Maybe, if I could engineer that not only might she get attention but she might not be so quick to reject it.
The planning began.
A couple of days later I mentioned that I needed to head to Brighton for work the following week and that as I had been booked a double room would Sue like to come along with me so we could have a little break?
Sue had been at college in Brighton but hadn't been back in many years so leapt at the idea. I stressed that the hotel was lovely and that we could have dinner there but needed to dress the part so as a treat I'd ordered her some new clothes.
Over the next 2 days she took delivery of an ornate black jersey dress that finished mid-thigh and clung to her figure; some black reinforced heel & toe stockings; a 4 strap belt; some rather retro full black sheer panties and a pair of 3" heel black patent court shoes with a pretty bow on the front. It was all perfectly respectable yet all potentially provocative.
