The reception at the trade show was crowded. As usual Tim tried to make contact with his better customers and important vendors. Getting to see as many key people as possible in a short time made these receptions worthwhile. It was also a great time to check out potential female companionship.
Tim's eyes scanned the room. He smiled inwardly as he looked for attractive women. He should be looking for business contacts but his mind was much more attuned to tits and ass.
His glance settled on the back of one woman's head. Her long hair was a deep lustrous brown. It looked silky and soft. 'Very sexy,' he thought. His view was blocked before he could assess more.
Someone from the hosting company stood on a chair and tried to get the crowd's attention. Gradually conversations stopped and almost everyone turned to the speaker. He welcomed the group, made a lame joke and then droned on about his company's booth location and what could be seen there. Tim took the opportunity to search where he thought the brunette had been standing but couldn't see her. He then broke from his conversational group and maneuvered through the crowd toward the bar. His eyes caught a pair of shapely legs extending above 3" heels and disappearing into a short black skirt. As his eyes rose to the woman's ass his line of sight was cut off. He was frustrated as he tried to see more of the woman but came up with nothing.
Reaching the vicinity of the bar, Tim had to concentrate on edging forward to keep his place in the queue. It was an art form learned through countless similar events he'd attended. He'd also developed the ability to continue subtly checking out the women in the vicinity while never losing track of the bartender's activity. Looking left he thought he caught a glimpse of the shiny brunette hair he'd seen earlier. She was about 25ft away and possibly on her way to the bar. As a few heads and shoulders moved his view was blocked but then restored. He again thought her hair was beautiful but couldn't see anymore of her. He now thought of her as his 'mystery woman'. He wanted to see more. As a large man moved Tim saw a bit of the woman in profile. She had big tits- or at least that's what his split second view suggested. Of course, even if his impression was right he had no idea if the woman's body was 100 pounds or double that. Large breasts weren't quite the same if attached to an extra large body or someone twice his age.
Tim's attention was redirected to the bartender and they made eye contact. He placed his order and then couldn't re- locate the woman who was the target of his interest. As he paid for his drink a few minutes later he saw the brunette's hair again. From her shoulders he got the sense that she was of average body size; he couldn't see her face or chest. More recon work was warranted. She seemed to be with two other women. He thought he recognized one of them as working for a vendor with whom he did business. He'd met her before; that might give him a smooth way to start a conversation with the mysterious busty brunette.
He moved toward the opposite end of the room and found a place near the route he anticipated the women might use to leave the bar. He scanned the bar area and found the women. The mystery woman again was facing away from him. He was excited however to see her legs. The great brunette hair was on the same woman whose legs he'd been staring at earlier. This woman definitely warranted more attention.
It took several minutes for the women to get their drinks and slowly move away from the bar. He felt that he'd see her face at any moment. Her legs looked great from the front, too, even though he couldn't see them too well. Her face seemed to be hiding first behind other people and then behind her long hair. He got a look at her chest first. It was definitely big and her body wasn't. She had a great rack and great legs. He was falling in love.
Finally, Tim saw her face for a few seconds. It was pretty but more importantly, he recognized it. He knew this woman but for the moment couldn't think of who she was. It took a few more seconds to catalog. She looked a lot like the wife of his cousin, Bill. No, they were divorced. She would be the ex-wife of his cousin. But then again, maybe this woman wasn't Bill's ex-wife at all. Tim had seen Bill's wife at two or three family gatherings several years ago; she didn't have a rack like this woman. He'd have remembered. The face looked almost right but the ex-wife wore glasses and was plainer. What was her name? If it was who he thought and he got lucky with her would it be incest? Cousins? No. She wasn't his blood relative; she had merely been married to a cousin. If he started dating her it would just make the few future family parties he attended a little awkward. She looked like she'd be worth it.
After a brief internal debate Tim decided honesty might be best. He wasn't sure of the woman's identity and couldn't think of the ex-wife's name. Even if he was wrong it was actually a sincere pick up line. He looked at the woman and approached her saying, "Excuse me. You look very familiar. Are you related to Bill Johnson's ex-wife?"
The woman smiled and said, "You're Tim, right? I am Bill's ex. Sue- but I go by Suzanne, now."
Tim said, "Wow. You look great. I'm embarrassed but I thought you might be her sister. You looked like Sue but ...umm, different."
"It's okay. I know I look different. After my divorce I decided Sue had been boring and Suzanne wouldn't be. I had Lasik surgery, breast enhancement and I wear my hair much longer. My make-up and clothes are a bit bolder as well."
Suzanne introduced Tim to the women with her and they all exchanged job titles and explored their overlapping circles of business friends. The group chatted amicably for about ten minutes. Tim asked the women if they'd like to have dinner together. Suzanne's friends had picked up on the vibes between Tim and Suzanne and declined dinner suggesting that the two should go alone. Tim was thrilled and got the sense that Suzanne was also pleased with that plan.
Tim took Suzanne to a restaurant near the trade show hotel. On the walk it was clarified that they were both about 30, single and unattached. They lived in suburbs on the opposite sides of the same city. Tim continued to check out Suzanne's body and loved every bit of it.
