I find myself in a situation, one that I would never have imagined 30 minutes ago when I accidentally on purpose bumped my hip against your sexy arse, wrapped in a tight skirt. Standing at the hotel bar alone, my attention drawn to your tall frame, a sexy mix between athletic and curvy from my view behind. My interest piqued by your professional appearance and naturally erotic MILF movements, one gentle bump turns in to two, turns in to a subtle rub of your fabric covered cheek as I innocently turn my body.
I'm listening in to you chat with your companion, obviously someone you know, not a bar hook up with a stranger. The more I hear of your conversation the more I am convinced he is a work colleague or business contact rather than a personal connection which gives me hope the evening could evolve to some fun, add to this the fact that you have not flinched, moved forward to create space, or swatted me away with a hand behind your back...I think you might be enjoying my attention.
I test the waters, moving around behind you, rubbing gently enough I can pass it off as a simple accidental brush of bodies but firm enough you can't pretend I am not there. I lean forward and drop my phone on the bar and pick up my scotch, I watch your face as you turn slightly towards the noise, your eyes rotate further to make contact with mine and a flash of acknowledgement brightens your deep brown iris. In that millisecond that our eyes connected so much passed between us, a knowing of what was happening, acceptance that it should continue, to become what was still in question but the thrill sufficient that neither wanted to stop now.
Watching you turn back to your companion left a void in me, I needed to make sure you are not turning away from our little flirting session so I take my right hand off the bar and moving it behind your back I rest the knuckles of my hand against your skirt dragging it downward to my trouser pocket, maintaining contact for the entire distance. Reaching in my pocket I pull out my credit card, retracing my path up and over your taught bum until my hand reappears in public to slide said card beneath my phone. At no point during my move did you make any indication that it was unwanted or inappropriate, my heart thumping in my chest now, I take another sip of scotch to settle myself. Resting the heavy base of the glass on the bar with an audible clunk, your attention is pulled towards the noise as I tap the screen of my phone to open LinkedIn on my profile page. I watch your eyes flit to the glass, then the illuminated screen, finally towards me for an imperceptible second before returning to your friend.
"I should go" I hear your statement and my heart drops, is this it, own fun is over I wonder. "We have an early start", your justification for leaving not sufficient as far as I am concerned but of course the statement is not aimed at me. The two of you start pulling out wallets and purses ready for the customary conflict about who will pay...the argument moot in reality as we are all on expenses so neither of you is really paying. In your efforts to search through your handbag, you pull out a bunch of keys and drop them on the bar in front of you, next is your company ID badge..."Kathleen" is now resting against my phone staring up at me as if trying to connect through osmosis. I take the hint, picking up my phone a quick snap of the ID card just in case my memory fails me, a search of LinkedIn finds you easily, I place my phone back on the bar and as your reach over to scoop up your badge and return it to your bag, I tap the "connect" button, we both stare at the screen waiting what seems like forever but in reality is immeasurably short time waiting for the "Request sent" confirmation to flash on screen and slowly fade away.
Your older colleague, the chivalrous gentleman, has paid whilst our little technology courting dance was happening and as the two of you gather your possessions and turn to leave, you and I hear the phone in your hand "ping" the sound of an incoming contact request, neither of us look to the source of the noise but at each other...the first full face to face contact sends a shiver down my spine and I feel my cock throb in anticipation.
I watch the pair of you walk towards the lift, obviously I don't know you but I have to assume there is a little extra sway in your hips, and I'm enjoying the sight immensely. As you enter the lift and turn, my focus is on your eyes but they never lift to meet mine, you are looking at the phone you just pulled from your handbag.