The flutter Rose felt in the pit of her stomach as she sat in the taxi was warm and inviting. She couldn't tell if it was sexual arousal alone or in combination with the scotch, but whatever it was she had rarely felt it so strongly; like an awakening animal that needed to prowl. The attention she received from the taxi driver as he watched her settle into the back seat made her acutely aware of just how revealing her top was, even though it was partially covered by a long, lace scarf. A warm rush of excitement involuntarily surged through her.
Glancing into her tiny purse to make sure she had plenty of cash while telling him the address she wanted, she was pleased to see his eyes dart back and forth over her breasts. By the time they arrived at the hotel, the old pride she had missed for so long had definitely returned and she felt young once again—definitely young enough to remember the way she used to exit a taxi. Placing one foot firmly on the ground, she deliberately paused before standing up, giving the valet time to position himself for the best possible view of her legs as he held out his hand to her. As she knew it would, swinging her other leg slowly out of the car caused the slit of her dress to open wide, fully rewarding his practiced effort. She smiled giddily to herself, instantly remembering her earlier thoughts about going commando.
As she entered the elegant dining room, Rose could see Duane and Brad sitting in one of the plush booths across from her, their heads nodding in a deep, animated conversation. The hostess smiled welcomingly, asking if she could help her.
"Oh, no thanks," she answered. "I'm meeting my husband and I see him right over there."
She walked confidently toward his table, letting the scarf slip off her shoulders and hang from her elbows, allowing the front of her dress to be completely uncovered. She could feel her breasts sway with each step, their movement exaggerated by the jarring from her high heels. She knew without looking that her nipples were protruding saucily as they jiggled against the clinging material of her sheer top.
Brad looked up saw her across the room. He smiled and raised his hand to wave her over to their table, his face radiating pleasure when he saw how good she looked in her little black dress. As she got nearer, his eyes were instantly drawn to her swaying breasts and he realized with shock that she was not wearing the bra he had laid out for her. His mouth dropped open and he nervously looked around the room to see if anyone else was watching.
Glancing to his left he saw Duane quickly slide from the booth and eagerly jump to his feet. It was obvious that he too had noticed the unfettered movement of her breasts and was staring directly at them, a lustful grin on his lips. Rose walked directly to her husband as he clumsily stood up from his seat, giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.
"Hi Sweetheart, I hope I'm not too late."
Before he could answer she turned toward Duane, intending to give him a welcoming buzz also, but with perfect timing he smoothly turned his head so that her lips landed directly on his mouth, not on his cheek. She was mildly surprised but hesitated only a second before returning the pressure between them into a full kiss.
"Hello Rose, it's great to see you again," he said, as he took both her hands into his.
Brad immediately noticed the casual intimacy between them and nervously reached out and took her elbow, directing her into the booth. As she scooted her ass along the plush seat, both Brad and Duane watched the slit in her dress open invitingly to expose her legs half-way up her thighs.
As the men settled into the booth, one on each side of her, she shifted slightly and casually placed her purse between herself and Brad. Sliding closer to Duane she turned her attention directly to him.
"I hope I didn't delay you hungry boys from ordering dinner," she said. "The traffic was terrible and I'm afraid I got a bit of a late start dressing."
She turned directly to Brad and put her hand on his leg. Smiling naughtily she winked at him and squeezed his leg before turning back to Duane.
