Getting my fix:
I walked into the hotel bar wearing my office attire my skirt a little shorter than you would usually see in an office, my blouse a little tighter and sheer, my lacy bra would be on display if I took off my blazer. Instead of regular pantyhose, I was wearing crotchless suspender hose and 4" heels instead of 2- or 3-inch heels. I was looking for some fun with a stranger.
As I walked up to the bar, I saw the usual range of business men, some dressed casually, others still in their business suits. I could also see that a few of them decided to remove their wedding rings for the trip, The lighter skin band, like a ring tattoo always gave them away, or the guys who decide to take them off before going to the bar and the ring indent is still present on the finger. My only rule, no married guys. I will not be a home wrecker.
I took a seat at the bar as I scanned the room. I did not one of those flashy guys who thought he was a ladies' man. I was after a specific type of man, and I did not see him yet. I sipped my drink and made idle chat with the bar tender when he had time. He was a young good-looking man, just not my type.
Before I could order a second drink, I had a man standing next to me trying to chat me up with the offer of a drink. I accepted the drink, the moment that I did, his hand landed on my nylon covered thigh and a bigger smile on his face.
"Slow down there... buddy, it's just a drink, not a commitment to sleep with you."
I turned to the bar tender and asked for the drink to be put on my tab. The man walked off in a huff muttering something under his breath.
I was contemplating ordering a third drink or going home when he walked in. My ideal man. Tall, but not too tall; maybe 5'10" or 11" at the most. I am 5'3" so I like men just under the six-foot mark. 50-60lbs overweight, yes. Dressed for comfort, but making the minimum dress code, yes. I loved the short sleeve button up shirts with the front pocket, the dark brown trousers and the well-worn brown office shoes. My motor was running.
I ordered myself another drink and told the bartender that his, I indicated which man, drink is on me. Tom's eyes shot up. I smiled.
"I like bigger men." I said as I smiled at my target as he walked past and took a stook two away from me.
My name is Kimi Sato, I am first generation Japanese-American. My parents moved from Osaka, and I was born here in the US. Like I said, I am short. 5'3" and weigh 110lbs. My hair is above my shoulders, black and straight, with bangs in the front. Easy to style that way. I am lazy about my hair and makeup. I do go to the gym, so I have the curves where I want them and my 36c breasts look huge on my petit frame.
The man turned to me and gave me an apprehensive look before thanking me for the drink. I lifted my glass to him; he did the same before I took another drink. We both turned back away from each other. 20 minutes later, I had another drink set in front of me. This time, the man I was eager to meet bought me a drink. I smiled and thanked him before moving next to him.
