I dropped the towel and walked over to my lingerie drawer. I pulled out a tiny pair of panties and the matching push-up bra. I then went back into the bathroom and started doing my makeup and hair. Just as I was finishing up my hair, I heard the door open. I reached over and gently closed the bathroom door, making sure it didn’t close all the way.
I saw him walk in and go over by his nightstand. “I forgot my phone.”
“No problem.” I answered, then watched out of the corner of my eye. I could see him standing there, almost dumbfounded as he stared at me. I was standing up against the counter. I could see he wasn’t moving. I stepped back, giving him a better view of my body. I grabbed the mirror off the counter and turned around, making sure he could see my back and ass and the tiny panties spreading my ass cheeks apart and slipping nicely between them.
I heard something fall to the floor, then heard him quickly walk over to the door and leave. I knew I was getting to him just as much as he was getting to me. I wanted to tease him some more, but I guess that would have to wait. I walked back into the room, grabbed my suit for the day and walked over and grabbed my tank top I wear with it. I slipped on the tank top, then slipped into the skirt. I checked my makeup one last time then put my blazer on. I grabbed my purse and phone and headed out the door.
I ran into Bobbie later that morning. He was visibly flushed when I walked up. I pretended I hadn’t noticed, which helped him. We talked for a little while, then went our separate ways. I found him again at lunch and said hi as I walked past and went to sit with my friends from last night. After a little while Bobbie came and joined us. I could tell something was different with him, but I didn’t say anything. At some point during the meal I felt his hand rest on my knee. I just left it alone. We parted ways and headed into our different meetings.
Later that afternoon, when everything was all done, I made my way back up to my room. I opened the door and found Bobbie lying on the bed talking to his wife. I waved, then made my way into the bathroom. I had left a robe in the bathroom, so when I closed the door, I made sure it didn’t close all the way.
I stripped off my blazer and tank top, then turned around, unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the ground. I knew he was watching because his conversation turned into just him saying “Uh Hu’s.” I quickly ran my hand back to my ass and gently pulled my panties out of it. They had ridden up and were nothing more than a thick thong by the end of the day. I turned around, reached behind my back and felt for the clasp on my bra. Just before I undid it, I turned around again. I knew he was watching me intently. I reached over and grabbed my robe after I dropped my bra to the floor and put it on.
I walked back out of the bathroom and laid down on the bed and closed my eyes. Somehow his conversation went back to normal, but I could see a nice bulge in his pants. I closed my eyes and let myself drift off, dreaming of Bobbie’s naked ass and chest.
I woke to feeling Bobbie gently nudging me. I looked up to see that he was changed and ready to go. I rolled over, feeling my robe open up on top and on the bottom. Not enough to expose anything, but I knew he was liking what he was seeing.
“Is it dinner time?”
“No, it’s still early. I’m gonna go down and have a few drinks with my friends. I just didn’t want you to oversleep.”
I reached up my hand and gently touched his face. “Thank you sweetie,” I said. I then pulled my robe back in place and laid there for a few more minutes with my eyes closed. I heard the door close and decided I had enough time to take care of myself.
I untied the robe and slipped my hand down between my legs. I quickly pulled my panties to the side and started rubbing in between my labia. Once I got my fingers wet, I quickly found my clit and started rubbing it hard. I caressed my breast with my other hand as I hoped Bobbie would come walking back through the door and take me right here and now.
I came just from the thought of him walking through the door. Damn, I was working myself up into a frenzy.
I finally got out of bed and stripped off the robe. I hung it back up then walked into the bathroom, this time leaving the door completely opened. I fixed my hair and makeup, then brazenly walked out into the bedroom with just my panties on. I grabbed my lingerie from my drawer, slipped off my dirty panties, then started getting dressed. It felt strange standing in the room that I shared with a guy completely naked, but something inside of me was willing him to walk through the door again. After I finished putting everything on, I walked over and pulled out my dress for the night.
It was a low cut shiny green dress that came to my knees with a short slit up one side. If I wasn’t careful, the dress could ride up and expose my stocking tops. There was only one guy I wanted to see my stockings and garter tonight, so I hoped he would get the chance.
I heard my phone buzz. I looked down and Bobbie asked me if I was ready to come down. I told him I was just walking out the door. He told me where they were so I made my way down and to the bar. It was a group of his friends. By the time I got to them, my drink was already on the bar. Almost every eye watched me walk from the door to the bar. It was so empowering.
Bobbie offered up his seat, but I politely refused and just stood next to him. I placed my hand on his leg as we stood there chatting. Not long after, we all made our way to the dinner room. Bobbie pulled out my chair and helped me get situated. I looked down and could see that my dress had ridden up and was exposing my stocking tops. I grabbed the hem of my dress and pulled it down. I looked over and saw Bobbie’s eyes bulging out of his head. He quickly turned away when he saw me look at him. When he sat down, I gently placed my hand on his knee.
Dinner was pretty uneventful, except one of Bobbie’s friends at another table had gotten pretty bombed at the bar and had knocked over a waiter’s tray. I squeezed Bobbie’s knee as I laughed with everyone else. Bobbie then got up and helped his friend to his room. When he returned, he sat down and placed his hand on my stocking clad knee. I didn’t even look over at him, just let him rest it there. After a few more rounds and a great dinner, they started serving up dessert. I felt Bobbie’s hand start to caress my knee and start moving up a little higher. We were both pretty tipsy from the alcohol, so I just looked over at him and smiled, then went back to my conversation.