I was at an upscale hotel, one of the major chains, with a couple of male friends in the bar, having a few drinks. The bar was not crowded, mostly business men, and a few couples.
It was nearly eight when this neatly dressed woman in her forties ambled into the bar. My friends and I all took note of her, she looked around, noticed us, and several other tables of men. She was not dressed like a hooker, but, her outfit was attractive, and very appealing. A blue skirt that feel just above her knees, and was nicely form fitting, a blouse that was not quite white, but not tan, sort of antique white, I guess. She wore a pair of high heels, and black hose, but I was unable to tell if they were hose or pantyhose.
The waitress took her order, and headed to the bar, as did Greg, my friend. He returned and told us he had made arrangements with the bartender for the lady's tab to be put on our bill.
The waitress delivered the glass of wine, and pointed to our table, indicating we had taken care of her order. She mouthed thank you and sipped her white wine, not really facing us, but in a position that we could see her profile without difficulty.
She ordered a second glass of wine after about ten minutes, I thought she might not acknowledge us, or she might be a bar tease. Wrong, after the second glass of wine was served, she picked it up and walked directly over to our table.
"Thank you for the wine, gentlemen. I wouldn't normally accept drinks from strangers, but you guys seem polite enough." She began.
"Please sit down, my dear," I replied, "my name is Fred, this is Greg, and Dave."
"And my name is Maggie, and thank you." We had stood for her when she had approached our table, and she now was moving into the chair next to me. I pulled out the chair, and made a practiced move of my hand moving down her back to the chair backrest, and noticed she was wearing a bra.
For the next fifteen minutes we all made small talk about business, the weather, and a little about current politics, though we did not dwell on the politics. We found out Maggie lived in a small town an hour away or so, and she was in the city to do some shopping. She had decided to stop for a glass of wine, and a quick dinner, and this was the nicest place on her way home. She was married, and her kids were now grown and out of the house, hubby worked as a marketing consultant, and traveled a great deal. We ordered another round of drinks and continued our conversation.
"I had better watch how much I drink, I do have a long drive home." Maggie commented at one point.
A few minutes later she said she needed to powder her nose, and we, being gentlemen rose as she left for the ladies room. One of the other guys we knew came over to the table and inquired about Maggie, wondering what the rest of the evening might lead too. The three of us said, and honestly, that we were not sure, that she was definitely not a hooker, she was married, and did have her rings on, and that she was heading home.
The other guy left as she approached her chair, I had not even seen her come in the door, and was a bit surprised. But, my trained hand did take great note in the fact that there was no longer a brassiere strap across her back. Things were definitely improving, I thought, and definitely for the better.
I now made another move, one that had me fumbling for something in my pants pocket, the pocket next to Maggie. In doing so I did feel her upper thigh, lightly and for just long enough to note she was wearing elastic topped hose. This was becoming more interesting by the moment.
I was on her right, the wrong side for attempting any peak down her blouse, and I was not about to blatantly say something to Greg, who sat across from me. But then I noticed his roving eyes, and his glances her way, obviously he was getting some small glimpses of her cleavage.
I made another comment about political correctness in books and writing, and gently placed my hand on my left knee, and slowly eased my leg against hers. She did not flinch or move, so I very gently touched her knee with my fingers, for a long moment, then retreated. Greg made a comment about films and videos, obviously opening the door for further comment and a move toward discussion of porn flicks, one of our mutual interests.
After another touch of her shapely thigh, I noticed Greg gently patting and moving his hand up and down her left arm. Then he moved his fingers towards her breast. I knew she was not a very busty woman, maybe a b cup, but overall she was nicely shaped and pretty, not gorgeous, but pretty. I could tell that Greg got a little feel of her left breast because of the way her blouse moved and a small reaction from her, she was noticeably not upset by his bold move.
I put my hand on her knee, and just left it there this time, and slowly and tenderly massaged her right knee. Again, she was not upset by my move, so I slid my hand a bit further up the top of her thigh, still gently fondling her leg.
I watched her face for any reaction to our sexual advances, but she remained quite unphased. I moved my right hand to her right arm, and slid my fingers closer to her right breast, my fingers made their move, touching her nipple through the thin material of her blouse. She did make a small move, her breathing became a bit quicker and a little deeper.
I began to wonder if she was interested in one of us, or the three of us, only time would tell, and our sexual advances. I did move my right hand back to her arm, but made another advance up her right thigh.
