Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... big brown eyes over the rim of her glass. She'd worn a pair of the tight jeans and a snug white top that left the smallest slice of skin between it's bottom and the waist of her jeans. Her skin looked so impossibly smooth and her luxurious locks hung in waves over her slender shoulders.

"So, any questions about the trip? I figured that it might makes sense for you to drive, so we can either take your car or you can drive mine."

"Hmm, driving yours might be more fun," she replied.

"Done."

"Jack, I was wondering about, well, dress code for this presentation. I want to make sure I dress appropriately. Can you give me some guidance?"

"Well, going to and from Richmond is just whatever you'd wear to the office. Just work/travel clothes. For the city council meeting? Hmmm -- well, I guess the word I would use is 'professional', Gracie. Professional, but not provocative."

She smiled at the distinction. "Okay," she replied meekly. "But...could you elaborate, please?"

I'm not sure why talking about what Gracie might wear had aroused me somewhat, but the fact was, it had.

"Well, I guess what I'd suggest is a skirt, but nothing too short. Maybe a blouse with some kind of jacket or covering. Flats, probably. But if you wear heels, nothing too high."

Gracie nodded expectantly, and I felt a need to elaborate.

"I mean, I'll be blunt with you, Gracie. You have an incredible body that is hard to hide. But, in this instance, I want you to downplay your curves, ...

... not flaunt them. There is a time for that, of course, but a city council meeting is not one of them."

"No, that's fine, Jack. I can do that. I just wanted to know," she replied with a knowing smile. She was silent for a moment, as if there was another question brewing. I gave her the space.

"And, well, what about after? If the meeting is over at 7..." Her voice trailed off.

"Well, good question. I'm assuming this is going to pass -- and that I, err, well rather we are going to be in the mood to celebrate. We could head back to the hotel and freshen up, change clothes and get a little more comfortable. And then order a bottle of very expensive champagne," I said, raising my glass to hers. "We are going to celebrate. I like going into a presentation like this with a very positive frame of mind."

I noticed Gracie's glass was already close to empty, so I gave her a healthy pour and we enjoyed the late afternoon summer sun slanting through the huge western windows.

"I see. So...assuming we get the vote needed, perhaps attire that's a little more celebratory would be in order?" I liked the way one glass of wine had turned our conversation in a more personal direction.

"Absolutely. We can leave being professional in our wake," I stated. Her eyes twinkled as she took another sip.

"So provocative rather than professional once we are in celebratory mode?" The way she asked the question was innocent enough, but the words were not.

"Most definitely."

"And ...