She smiled to herself as she opened the door, the thought, A Woman Walked Into a Bar... unexpectedly popping into her mind. How many jokes were there in the world that began with that line -- only with "man" used instead of "woman?" Only this time, the line applied to her. Glancing around the bar and high end restaurant as Trisha stepped up to the receptionist podium, Trisha didn't at first see him. Not unexpected, he had texted at the last minute that he might be running a few minutes late.
"Just one?" said the hostess as she stepped back to the podium. Although affiliated with the hotel, the bar was definitely upscale, as was the receptionist that greeted her. The receptionists Little Black Dress was form fitting, the low cut neckline designed to provide more than a brief flash of flesh, the majority of her breasts displayed for the enticement of the viewer, and she definitely had some gorgeous breasts. At least it made Trisha's own LBD seem appropriate for the situation.
"Actually I'm meeting someone..." she offered in response, once again letting her eyes travel around the room.
"Are you Trisha?" the receptionist asked, surprising her with the question.
"Why, yes" she responded, surprised at the question.
"If you'll follow me, right this way; your friend called and reserved a booth, but said he'll be a bit delayed."
Following her to the table Trisha noticed that the same little black dress was on every girl, obviously their uniform. Well-tailored and very sexy, every girl looked like a million dollars. The few men that she saw were also well dressed; black form fitting long sleeve shirts that showed off pecs and abs almost as well as the LBD's showed off the girls boobs. The men's shirts, without bras to deflect the view, showed hard little pinpoints of nipples on their hard bodies, adding to the men's sexy look, whereas the women's dresses had a looser fitting top that had a tendency to display more bare flesh when they bent over but prevented their nipples from being defined as the men's were.
Definitely proof that sex sells,
she thought,
but at least it goes both ways.
It was obvious that all these servers regularly worked out; what she didn't know was that it was a requirement of their employment - one hour a day in the gym, bought and paid for by the establishment. The owner knew that good looking, young, and sexy employees - whether male or female, were good for business and made sure that they were all good looking and sexy; one paid hour of every shift required to be spent in the gym under the tutelage of the company fitness trainer.
No sooner had she slid into the booth than her phone buzzed with a text. "Sorry, did you just get there? Still a bit delayed." It couldn't have been better timing, although it was a bit annoying that she was there and he wasn't.
"Yes. How long will you be?"
"DK. Not long hopefully."
A minute later the phone buzzed again.
"Looking hot I presume?"
"You should know," she sent back, "you bought it."
"But I haven't actually seen it yet. Does it fit?"
"Perfectly."
The dress was a tad shorter than she usually liked, cut well above her knees, but she admittedly had stopped to admire herself in the mirror, turning and looking, checking herself out, in the room before she'd left to meet him. She hadn't been displeased with her own sight and, although more provocative than she usually wore, she had to admit it accented her bottom very nicely. She'd always been proud of her bottom and knew Mike liked it too as his hands never failed to caress her backside when they were together.
"Bra?"
"Couldn't. Backless" she sent, indicating the low cut back hadn't allowed a bra without showing. Not something she would do at home or around her kids; but here, on the road, especially meeting her sometimes lover and boyfriend and knowing there was no one else that would know her, it was something that she actually found arousing. Dressing sexy for her lover; wanting others to know she was alluring, was something that she couldn't admit to wanting every day at home or work, but it certainly got her motor running when she did. The opportunities to do that happened so seldom. Being a professional businesswoman, a visual spokesman for her company, she couldn't often unleash the sexy woman she so often longed to be. Occasionally, to the unending pleasure of her husband, travel and work would align and remove her from her usual world and she got to become her lover's mistress for a few days.
"Just the way I like you."
"As if I didn't know."
"Ha ha. Yeah, guess I do have a one track mind - your body! LOL"
"LOL"
"You like it?"
"Maybe"
"No maybe. Bet your nipples are hard, aren't they?"
Trisha glanced down, but with the looser cut of the bodice she really couldn't tell visually. Her body was telling her they were; just the teasing texts had set her off a little. She could feel the heat between her legs, and suspected she was at least a little wet too, and also suspected her nipples were hard. He knew her too well that way.
"Can't tell, the top isn't tight enough."
"Nice. Easy access for me?" She knew immediately what he meant; if he'd had his arm around her, could he slide his hand under her arm, inside her top and fondle her breasts? The loose cut in front would allow him to enter from her neckline, but not from behind (which he'd done with other clothing at times) where the dress pulled tighter against her flesh,
"No easy access. Although down the front when we're not in public would be do-able."
"And you can't tell if your nipples are hard? Champagne if they are, blow job if they aren't. But you've got to touch them right now and tell."
