I was sitting at the bar sipping my Crown rocks, enjoying the quartet playing in the lounge, when I noticed you enter the restaurant. Normally a breast man, I was drawn to the sexiest legs I had ever seen. Perched on 4 inch black pumps, they seemed to rise forever before disappearing beneath a wrap-around `little black dress' that a woman like you wears with such authority. Your makeup was perfectly applied, and your hair coifed to perfection, I knew at once I had to have you.
The man with you seemed to know his place as he was just behind you as you followed the hostess to your table. Mine were most certainly not the only eyes in the room watching your every move. You had both men and women under your spell as you glided on those silky stilts across the room. You were seated, in a booth, not too far from where I was sitting. I noted with satisfaction you were facing in my direction. This could be a most interesting night.
As the two of you started to enjoy your cocktails, I noticed you begin to look around the room. When your eyes finally got around to me, I lofted my drink in salute and gave you a wink. The smile you returned nearly melted the ice in my drink, and I returned it as best I could. As you sat there, you began to squirm a little, and as you did, your dress rose up higher on your leg revealing the dark band and a hint of lace at the top of your stockings. Thigh Highs I guessed. So much more erotic than pantyhose, and far easier to deal with. As you were finishing your first drink, the distance between your knees got wider and I was able to enjoy more and more of the view of your thighs. It's great to watch a world class flirt in action. Life is good.
After giving the waitress your dinner order, you asked her to bring another round of drinks to occupy the time while dinner was being prepared. Occasionally when the quartet played a tune you appeared to like, you would sway to the music. I began to curse the low lighting in the restaurant, because I knew you were showing off more than I could see. But, now and then I'd catch you looking directly at me, and giving me that killer smile. But now, the look in your eyes added to the sexual tension beginning to build as I noticed the unmistakable signs of lust in your gaze.
Your partner finished his dinner before you, excused himself, and headed off to what I presume was the restroom. I quickly scrawled a note on a bar napkin and handed it to the cocktail waitress to deliver to you with another round of drinks. Your answer was clear upon reading my invitation. Our eyes locked together for a moment, and broke contact only when he returned to the table. I noticed you quickly wad up the note and let it drop to the floor. After you spoke to him, I could see him shaking his head no. He obviously did not want to stay. It pleased me when you prevailed, and he finally shook his head yes. I headed for a booth in a dimly lit corner of the lounge, across the room from the dance floor. I was able to grab the last available booth in the lounge.
I saw the two of you enter the lounge and look around for a place to sit. Even though you didn't realize it yet, I knew I was going to have you tonight. Not finding any where for the two of you to sit, he again pleaded his case to leave. Shaking your head, no, you continued to search the room until you finally saw where I was sitting. Dragging him along, you headed for my booth. You explained that there were no places left to sit. You asked if I would mind if you and your husband joined me, as you really liked the music and wanted to dance and have a few more drinks. I smiled my most captivating smile and introduced myself, shaking your husband's hand briefly, then lingering with yours. Your skin was so soft, your nails done in the French style I so liked on a woman.
As I expected your husband slid into the booth on the other side of the table from me expecting you to slide in beside him. The look on his face when you slid in beside me was priceless. You were close enough to provide our bodies with occasional contact, but far enough away to cause even more confusion to your husband. The server that had played messenger for me, was our waitress. You were quick to order for yourself and husband, and after asking what I would like, offered to pay by way of a thank you for sharing my booth with you.
Before we got into any conversation, the quartet returned from their break and started in on a lively tune you seemed to really like. You asked your husband to dance, to which he politely refused reminding you he didn't really like to dance. You leaned over toward me, and turning your head, asked if I would be so kind as to dance with you.
"Most certainly I replied. Let's do it." And off we went to the dance floor. I could feel your husband's eyes burning into my back. But, he had had his chance. Who was I to turn down a gorgeous lady in need.
We moved to the middle of the dance floor, and began to move to the music. I made eye contact with you and was rewarded with more of that captivating smile. You seemed happier than any other time since arriving at the restaurant. After dancing two fast numbers in a row, the band began playing one of my favorites from the sixties. The sax player began to wail out his part in Harlem Nocturne, and you moved into my arms. Locking your hands behind my neck, you pressed your body into mine. With four drinks in you plus the glass of wine with dinner, I realized that you were not quite in full control of yourself. Molding your body to a complete stranger, with your husband thirty feet away was probably not something you would consider sober.
