Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... was miles from there and with a man who needed this tonight. And I really was just walking from my room to the restaurant -- not leaving the premises.

I took a long last look at myself in the mirror. The side view was very pleasing to my eye. The dress hugged my tight round rump and the slit exposed my long leg up close to my hip. The strappy heels elongated my legs and made the dress pop. The profile of my soft C cup breasts in the tight bodice made them look like they defied gravity. And my long brunette tresses curled in waves down over my shoulders. If Jack wanted provocative, he was going to get it.

I collected my small purse, threw my phone, key card and a few other items in it, and left the room. A chill went down my spine as I entered the public domain and walked with confidence toward the elevator.

JACK

I was pumped up by the time I returned to my room. The hard part of the journey to Richmond was over and the night ahead held much promise. I took a quick shower and changed into black slacks, a blue shirt and casual sport coat. I readied the room, just in case we might end up back here after dinner. All signs were trending that way, but I didn't want to take anything for granted. I had red and white wine open along with bottled water and a few snacks.

I called down to the bar, after looking at their wine list, and asked the bartender two favors: a bottle of their Jacques Selosse Brut Grand Cru on ice and to reserve two corner seats at the bar for me. ...

... He was more than happy to oblige the seating request for a champagne that expensive. I also asked him to make sure our reservation was at a table for four in the corner -- so we could sit catty corner from one another rather than far apart and across from one another at a table for two. I spritzed a dollop of cologne on my neck, brushed my teeth and headed to the bar a little early so I would be there when Gracie made her entrance.

The bar was in a high-ceilinged space adjacent to the restaurant. It had warm tan marble floors and walls with large chandeliers dimmed to give the room a soft amber glow. The bartender had reserved two high leather stools at one corner of the bar and I nodded my thanks as I took a seat and ordered two sparkling waters on ice with lemon. I asked him to have the bottle of champagne ready to uncork as Gracie entered. I think he could sense my excitement.

I kept my eyes peeled on the entry and almost blew my own cork when Gracie finally swept into the room a few minutes later. I nodded to the barkeep and he pulled the cork with a sound that echoed throughout the cavernous space. Gracie strode straight toward me with a million-dollar smile. There was just a hint of bounce to her lovely full breasts indicating that no bra had been worn on this evening of celebration.

She had not exaggerated the hotness of the dress. It was made of black satin and cut in a way to truly flaunt her magnificent body. In the back and the right side, the dress came ...