Tina was hot, and had to get out of the house. Jim, her husband, had just called to say he would be home a little late, but was bringing by his new supervisor from the firm to have dinner. So it would be another evening of tired conversation in a polyester pantsuit, trying to look the part of the humble housewife for her husband.
It seemed like years since Jim had noticed her, really noticed her, and was certainly over a month since they'd had sex. Jim thought he was on the corporate fastrack, but Tina though he was only on a fast track to becoming self-absorbed old man, leaving her isolated, and in the full bloom of life. If she was going to have to constrain herself this evening, she could at least have a bit of fun over lunch.
She put on a short denim skirt, a tube top, and slipped on a pair of high-heeled sandals. Looking at herself in the mirror, she again thought that Jim was simply missing it; her breasts were modest, but full, and she had a small waist that accentuated her round hips. Donning her sunglasses and pulling her auburn hair into a ponytail, she went out to see if she could be seen. This was a common game for her, going out in skimpy attire, satisfying herself with the second looks and stares she got from men in grocery stores and shopping malls. It wasn't the same as a warm body on hers, but it would have to do for now.
She went to a high-rent shopping district not far from where the financial companies were; though she wasn't close to Jim's place of business, she wanted to see if bankers would notice as well as the shoe salesmen. She did some browsing, and was herself browsed, but in such a civilized part of town even the leers were polite, and her satisfaction had been limited. Stopping for lunch in an open air cafe, she was making plans to go back home when she noticed an older man eyeing her from two tables over. He was discreet, but made no real attempt to conceal his glances; she decided to encourage them and shifted her position, hoping it would allow him a glimpse up her skirt. He rose and approached her table.
"Good afternoon," he said. "I couldn't help but notice you from over there… may I sit?"
God, he was bold! Tina nodded her assent, and he took a seat across from her. "My name is Bob," he offered.
"Sharon," Tina replied.
"What brings you out to the business district today?" Bob asked.
"An experiment," Tina replied. "I am trying to see if my dress will attract attention."
"It attracted mine," he said.
"Indeed. Tell me, do you find me attractive? Do you like my clothes?"
"Yes, very much. It's quite sexy."
"Hmmn, my husband doesn't much like to see me in these."
"So you only wear them when he's not around?"
"To get attention. I love to see people looking at me, and liking what they see, it turns me on somehow."
"Maybe you should be an exotic dancer on the side," Bob suggested.
Tina frowned. "Too overt; you know, I think a waitress would be best. I'd love to work in a big, open place like this, serving strangers and knowing that they could see just about all of me the whole time." Tina ran her fingers along the seam of her tube top and up her sternum, where a hint of cleavage was visible. "Wouldn't you like to be served lunch by me?" Bob nodded. "I suppose you'd like to see the full menu?" Tina asked, running a finger lightly along her neck.
Bob nodded again; he was playing it cool all right, but at this question his resolve began to falter. Tina thought she saw him begin to lean toward her just a bit.
