Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... flaunting? That would also be on the table once the council makes your year?" she asked. I saw her smile as her eyes dropped briefly onto my lap.

"I would say so," I replied. "We will have worked hard for that moment."

"Hmm, well then, I may have to go shopping this weekend," she said, sitting with her legs crossed and swirling the wine in her glass. "You seemed to have good suggestions for the professional part of the evening. What would be provocative in your book, Jack?" Her eyes were smiling as she took another sip.

I took a deep breath and pondered the question. "Well, I guess something along the lines of a little black dress never goes out of style. I bet your wardrobe is well stocked with LBDs."

"Oh yes, I do have a few. But they vary in their...flauntiness." She giggled. "Is that a word?"

"I don't think so, but it should be. Gracie, I'll let you decide."

"Maybe I'll bring a couple and decide what my mood is that night." My God, this girl could flirt and bat her eyes like no one I'd ever met.

"Excellent idea. I mean, they can't take up that much room in an overnight bag." She laughed in response.

"No, they don't. Size zero is pretty compact." She paused for a moment. "What about heels, Jack? You seemed to have pretty strong opinions there." Oh, yes, Gracie, I thought to myself. I do, indeed.

"Hmm." I pondered the weighty question, more on how I should phrase my answer than what I was about to say. I took a sip of wine, noticing we were both ...

... almost finished our second glass, and responded. "Black. At least 3 inches. Open-toed. I I love ankle straps."

"Mmm, I like a man who has strong opinions about what I should wear, Jack." I let that comment float out in the late Friday afternoon air without responding. "It's good I'm getting a pedicure tomorrow, then." She set her glass down on the table and I emptied the bottle between us.

"Let's finish this baby off and then you should get down to see your colleagues, Gracie." We had set the stage for a great trip, but I didn't want to push this much further. We let the flirting and innuendo subside and finished our wine. She finally stood and I followed suit. My God, she looked good enough to eat right then, right there. Her breasts looked so full and had such perfect shape and proportion on her petite body. I was dying to touch the small sliver of tummy she had on display. I know she caught my gaze and I saw her smile. I didn't care. We'd tiptoed across a line -- and we both knew it.

She shook my hand. "Thanks for the wine, Jack."

"Have a great weekend, Gracie." I watched her bottom twitch in those impossibly tight jeans as she headed toward the door.

"And happy shopping this weekend," I called out. She turned and smiled, but kept walking, her mahogany tresses flashing in the later afternoon summer sun.

GRACE

I don't think Jack had any idea how turned on I was from our conversation. Or maybe he did. In either case, the combination of wine and words had ...