At last it was Friday morning, I'd packed on Wednesday, checked, and rechecked on Thursday, and ended up with at least twice the amount of clothes that I'd need, given that I was most likely to have no need for clothes at all most of the time, if all went according to plan. But at last it was now Friday, and I was on my way.
I'd cut out early from work to catch the earliest flight possible, and by six thirty, was in the lobby of the Rex Hotel in downtown Belldale. Which was a small but seemingly thriving community, with several hotels, shopping centres, and multi storied buildings. There was ample evidence around of the company that Greg had his interview with, as they'd started here, and were a major institution in the area, I felt good about that.
I didn't realise it, but entering that hotel, I was about to embark on a weekend that would be another one that I'd never forget, it would be a weekend that would again change the course of our lives forever.
The receptionist smiled as I introduced myself to him," Ah yes Mrs James, of course, how are you today?"
"Well thank you Brad," I said looking at his nametag, "And yourself?"
"Fine thank you Mrs James, your husband said that you'd be here first, and he'd be a little later, around seven thirty, is that still the situation?"
I smiled and nodded, a warm glow had been flowing through my body all day, which accelerated noticeably, and came to a central point when he called Greg my husband, I liked that.
"There is just one thing Mrs James, you will be leaving us on Monday morning, is that correct?"
"Yes, I have to return to work on Tuesday."
"Fine, we have a major convention starting on Monday and they've booked the whole of both the second and third floors in this tower where you are. We've kept most of the other rooms empty to allow our staff to get them ready, so there's only going to be around five or six rooms taken near you. You'll find it very quiet, but if you wanted to stay beyond Sunday night, we'd have to move you to allow the convention guests to have all their rooms together. We have them every year, they're good business for us, but can we just say that they get a little boisterous, and you may not get a lot of sleep if you were to be in that room at that time.
"Thank you Brad, but we'll be gone early Monday."
"Thank you, when I explained this to your husband, he was fine with us cleaning your room at seven thirty, is that ok with you Mrs James?"
I nodded that it was.
As I got into the elevator, I got a text from Greg to say that he'd been held up and was still an hour away, I was reading it when a lady behind me whispered in my ear, "You may like to know that you've got a run in your stocking, the right one."
"Thank you."
She smiled, "You're welcome," and then seemed to spend more time than was necessary looking at my legs. She smiled at me again, I knew what she was saying, and turned away. I wasn't offended, just not interested, I'd got other plans.
The first thing that I did as I got into the room, was to go to the toilet, and whilst seated, remembered to take off my damaged hose. As I did, my knickers came off with them, I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. As I'd come straight from the office, I was wearing my best, smartest fitted, and just a fraction tight, business suit with a skirt that was about a half inch away from being immodest.
I loved wearing it, and knew that I looked damn good in it. But the best thing of all now that I was naked underneath, was the feel of the satin lining rubbing against my bare thighs and buttocks.
I took off the jacket, the blouse and the bra, and looked at myself in the mirror, my boobs had dropped a little over the years, but it'd been compensated for by them becoming bigger, so they still looked pretty good I thought.
Then the devil in me took hold as I put the blouse and the jacket back on, leaving the bra on the floor with the knickers. It was going to be a little hot to wear the jacket all night, but then again, depending on how horny I got, I may not wear it all night.
I shook myself at the waist, saw how my breasts wobbled about, nodded approvingly at what I saw, blew myself a kiss, turned out the light and went to wait for my date to arrive. That was to be the way that I'd greet Greg, I hoped that he'd approve. I sent him a text to say that I'd meet him in the restaurant, and went there to wait.
As I walked, the satin lining slid sensually across my bare skin, there is something about being out in public without underwear, only women know what I'm saying, men can never know. The thrill of that moment when I first decide to go without covering, the rush, just before I step out of the door, then the moment of no return as I leave and close it behind me. And of course, every man that I meet who I can look in the eye, and maybe even smile at. They think that I'm attracted to them, they've no idea that they are all a part of turning me on.
Even though I knew it wasn't true, I felt that every eye in the place was on me. I was sure that they all could tell that I was naked under my suit. Surely the way that my unrestrained bits were wobbling gave it away.
The place was quite busy as I got a drink and sat in a horseshoe side booth, it wasn't long before I realised that I'd attracted the interest of a group of men in suits. Every woman knows them, or their type at least. They're away from their wives for a night out with the boys after work, and after only a few drinks thought that they were Gods' gift to women.
Men really are pathetic, but perhaps on the other hand, my wobbly bits might have got their attention. Getting ready for my son had got me just a wee bit horny, so to pass the time, I thought I'd have a little fun with them.
I made sure that I looked elsewhere as I turned around in my seat. This allowed my legs to part when I was looking away from them. My skirt was very tight so they couldn't actually see anything, but every one of them knew what was up there that they could almost see, or at least fantasise about. In truth if it had been possible to have got my legs open further, I would have let them see it.
Their reaction was priceless, their eyes lit up, they started grinning and nudging each other. They were like a bunch of little boys, who made no attempt to disguise what it was that they were looking at.
I was just starting to enjoy myself, when fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, despite my being very glad to see him, Greg arrived, walked across and gave me a lovely wet kiss. We talked for a while, kissing and holding hands, both clearly delighted to see each other, before Greg said, "Back in ten," then turning away, disappeared towards the lobby.
I made the most of my allotted ten minutes, not only keeping my legs apart as far as my tight skirt would allow, but suddenly finding an itch on my side that required me to open my jacket to be able to scratch it.
The 'little boys,' were now aware that I wasn't wearing a bra, and maybe with a little luck, others may have seen it too.
