Hands On My Body - Sex Stories

Hands On My Body

... just below her knee. It had a pleated wrap-around design, so that across the front the hem shot dangerously up to the top of her thigh, joined by the material on the left to form a vee-like slit -- exposing her shapely left leg. This display was all accented by black heels that had several straps encircling her slender ankles.

The bodice was also pleated and supported by one-inch straps that almost felt conservative for such a dress. But the inside of the straps kept descending between her cleavage before joining several inches below her breasts. The swell of her bosom was well defined -- and by design. It was a dress that seemed created to flaunt a body as magnificent as Gracie's. And topping it all off was a radiant smile that beamed ear to ear.

More that a few heads turned with her entrance and I proudly stood and welcomed her with open arms as she approached. We embraced in a short hug that might have made it appear that we were more than casual friends. I could feel a few eyes on us as I helped her step up onto the high bar stool in a dress that literally exposed her entire leg.

"Whoops. I guess this dress wasn't designed for high bar stools," she giggled.

"Actually, I think it was designed for exactly that," I replied.

She laughed and as she turned and put her purse on the bar, the bartender was already filling two tall flutes with a bubbling effervescent brew.

"Looks like someone planned ahead," she grinned.

"You should know me by now, Gracie. And ...

... only the best tonight."

We each took a flute and leaned our glasses together with a soft crystalline clink, then each took a sip of what could only be described as a nectar of the gods. It was exquisite.

"Congratulations, Jack. I know today was a huge win for you and for the company. I am so grateful to have been a small part of it. My parents were even tracking the meeting tonight and were so excited it passed. Thank you." I had to pinch myself -- feeling as good as I did and to be sitting sharing fine champagne with someone so incredibly young and beautiful.

"You're welcome, Gracie. But thank you too. You're were more than a little instrumental in the final product we presented tonight. You did an exemplary job." I could see that the praise and acknowledgement pleased her greatly. "And your parents should be very proud too. I'll be sure to mention the fine job you did if I ever meet them." Something about that idea seemed to both thrill and frighten her. I continued. "But, tell me, Gracie. Did either of them see you in the dress you are wearing right now?"

She reddened slightly at the suggestion and looked only a little bit ashamed. "No," she replied meekly. "Please don't take any pictures...or ever mention it to them if you do meet them some day. Please?" she asked, so innocently.

"Never, Gracie. I believe in total discretion...and assume you do too." She nodded with relief and a smile and we clinked flutes in solidarity.

"So how are you feeling, Jack?" ...