Sighing, I swipe my key-card and enter my hotel room....I finally have a weekend to rest. I just wound up a 3-day seminar, which I lead to coach women to be more assertive in business -- and in their personal lives. I immediately step out of my shoes, kicking them aside. Dump my supplies on the nearby desk, and strip as I head for the shower. Leaving a trail of clothing behind me. Hot steamy water follows the curves of my body. I can feel the tension and professional attitude wash down the drain. The force of the spray pulses on the back of my neck and my breathing slows to a relaxed rhythm. I put my hair up in a towel, but let my body drip-dry while I brush my teeth. Once dry, the lotion I treat my skin to is a vanilla scented and goes from head to toe, keeping me as smooth as possible while adding just a light scent. I am not going to spend a lot of time on m hair, quick blow-dry style keeping it loose and relaxed. It is my time and I want to be at ease, even then I step out for a bite.
My favorite lavender colored snap-front t-shirt dress is hanging in the closet. It fits just so it shows off my curves without being tight. Skimming my mid thigh. I wear nice comfortable low-heeled sandals and skip the jewelry. Simple and casual -- no bra, no panties tonight, they are constricting and I want to be very cool and comfortable. Mascara and lipstick and that is it. I am ready for a quiet dinner with just me and my notes from the conference to review.
I forego the restaurant, choosing to sit in the bar to have a light meal and drink -- or two. There is less than half a dozen people enjoying the lounges atmosphere. I opt for a corner booth which just has enough light to allow me to see my notes without straining. The waitress arrives to take my order. Vodka and cranberry juice, and just an appetizer for my meal. I slip around to the very back of the booth so the entire room is in my view....I lean back and stretch my legs out before pulling out my notes. Looking up only occasionally to watch people as they come and go.
The first taste of vodka has a bit of a bite to it, but smoothes out with each successive sip. My appetizer arrives shortly and I have succeeded in taking up most of the table with my notes, food and drink. I am pouring over my notes trying to determine where I can improve my delivery. It is an effort to reach the women who attend seminars just to have a few days off of work. Another drink arrives as my first is close to being emptied. I did not order, but the waitress explains that is it from the two gentlemen at a table not far from my booth. I thank her and acknowledge the kind gesture from the gentleman with a warm smile and nod.
I can see them out of my peripheral vision as I try to focus on my paperwork. The keep looking in my direction. I am feeling nice and warm and comfortable now from the drinks, and attention that I am receiving. They are both quite good looking, tall, black men....athletic builds which are evident beneath their dress shirts. One of them has the most beautiful sweet smile that I have ever seen. The other does not smile....he appears more intense and serious. A dangerous sensual quality about him. Although, they make no attempt to come over, they still face me, looking my way often. Curious, but flattering. I grab a stack of papers as I lean a bit to slide them into my file, which sits next to me on the seat. I think I finally understand why the long-distance attention. A few snaps have come undone on my dress and the top of my crotch must be visible to them. A straight line of view for the attentive men. Even though a slight sting of embarrassment passes through me, I am instantly aroused. My embarrassment quickly fades as my heat rises. I am putting on a show for these men, discreet and unknown, at least at first. I pretend not to notice my exposure and continue to put away a few papers.
Crossing my legs at the ankles, my knees fall apart just a little, so as not to give too much of a show, but allow a little more of a peek for my audience. Such a tease!!!! They stare intently now....I think I see a slight squirm in their chairs. They attention definitely rooted to the scene under the table. Of course my idea of no panties tonight fell right into the scenario. Good think I gave myself a nice clean shave, leaving a heart-shape tuft at the peak of my pussy. Even though I had no intention of showing myself to anyone, I always maintain my habits of being clean shaven, soft and smooth. After all, one never knows.........
I rest a hand on my thigh in an absent-minded fashion, the dress slips just a bit further off the thigh. Their heads have not turned once in the last several minutes. Ok, it is time to turn up the heat. I brush a few imaginary crumbs from my lap....my dress slips up a bit. More pussy to peek from between my thighs. Taking another drink....resting my fingers on my upper thigh. After finishing the 2nd drink, I am feeling quite nice and relaxed. I decide to put away the rest of my notes and just enjoy sitting quietly. Another drink arrives, gift from my admirers. Again I thank them, shy smile and lean back in my booth. I am quite aroused by this time in the game. My nipples are hard and show through the thin material of the dress. I slowly trail my hand lightly down my breast to my lap. I have never had such strict attention in my life. Maybe I should do this in my seminars. Spreading my knees a tiny bit further, I left my fingers rest on my clit, but do not move.
Taking a slow taste of my drink, I want to make this last a while. I let my gaze wander the room, take a slow deep breath and with a slight arching stretch of my back as my hand sips deep between my legs. Hoping my boys are hard with excitement. The drink is very good -- but will soon get better. I bring my hand out of my lap and dip it into the vodka and let some drop to my pussy, spreading it a little with my fingers before bringing them to my lips and licking them clean.
Do they look a little flushed?? Good, I hit the mark for sure. Moving my fingers slowly between my pussy lips, up and down to my pussy, quick dip inside and back out again. Another dip into my drink and back to my wet pussy. Moving so slightly back and forth over my clit. Resting my chin in my other hand, slightly closing my eyes....I gaze between my eyelids right back at my friends. The look of lust in their eyes is strong.
I decided to make way to the ladies room, not bothering to snap my dress, I walk leisurely by their table, with each step the dress slips open and closed, exposing peeks of snatch. I return in a few minutes, same show and they watch me intently, as I walk by, slowly and deliberately.
