"Here, let me help you get dressed," he says as he helps pull the tight skirt up over her thighs before inserting the hook into the eye at the waistband. Holding the bottom of the zipper he lifts the tab up and tucks it in under the covering fabric.
Fitting the matching top over her head he is careful not to disturb her hair. The dress clings to her body and the top drapes itself over her bra less breasts. Her nipples are already erect with the anticipation of the evening and the night to come. Her only underwear is a sheer, silken g-string and taupe, fully-fashioned thigh highs. She poses for her husband in her white, high-heeled sandals with the thin strap clasped around her ankle. Her make-up is perfectly applied, complementary without being overdone. Her fingernail polish matches her painted toenails showing through the reinforced toes of her stockings. He frowns. Her outfit needs something else to make it complete. He chooses a thin necklace and fastens it around her beautiful neck. His fingers brush her hair back to show her tiny earrings.
Taking a few steps back he pauses and his admiring look tells her that she is beautiful and desirable.
"Are you sure this is what you want?" she asks.
"Yes," he replies. "I have wanted to watch you with another man for the last five years of our marriage."
"I love you," she says and kisses him, barely touching his lips to avoid smearing her lipstick.
They pause outside of the entrance to the hotel for a last word. The doorman waits.
Kissing her gently on the cheek he reminds her, "Room 1017," and presses a key card into her hand.
As they enter the lobby they separate. He goes towards the elevators and she enters the hotel lounge.
Pausing for a moment to allow her eyes to become adjusted to the dim lounge lighting she then walks to the bar. Taking a seat on a leather-backed barstool she places her tiny, white-beaded purse on the bar and orders a Dixie Stinger.
The bartender sets her drink in front of her and introduces himself as, "Joe. Just plain, Joe The Bartender."
"Karen is my name, nice to meet you."
"Are you a guest here."
"No."
"Expecting anyone?"
"No. I'm here alone."
He wonders what she is up to as he glances at her left hand and notes her, not so new, wedding and engagement rings.
It is early and the lounge is just beginning to fill. Several businessmen types in suits enter and stand around at the bar.
One comes over to her. "Is this seat taken?" he asks as he places his hand on the stool next to her.
She smiles. "No. It is all yours."
"My name is Kent."
"Karen. Nice to meet you."
Their hands touch.
They chat about the weather and the city. He is here on business and will be leaving tomorrow. She lives in the city but just wanted a night out, alone.
"Another Stinger please."
"Here. Please let me buy that for you."
"Why, thank you. You're very kind."
A small combo sets up and starts to play soft dance music.
"Would you like to dance?"
"Yes."
They find they fit together nicely as dance partners. He is good and she anticipates his every step. They hold each other in the classic dance position, their bodies barely touching. A fast number starts and they swing right into the music. She whirls and he looks at the tops of her stockings when her dress swirls up. Midway through the dance she stops and gently fans herself.
"Whew. That's enough for now."
She starts back to their place at the bar. He follows but he doesn't sit on his stool, he stands next to her and puts his arm around the back of her stool.
