| Straight: Strangers: A wardrobe encounter (1/4) |
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I walked into the room feeling a bit bored, not knowing anyone but just wanting to get out of my hotel room for a while. It seemed to be a popular club and all the people were pulsing to the music. I found a corner, a bit removed from the noise and action, but where I could stand back and watch the people. A barmaid came past and took my order and I watched her weave her way back through the crowd towards the bar. She was cute and had that mischievous playful glint in her eye. She stopped and said something to another woman dancing near the bar and both of them turned and looked over. I got the distinct feeling I was being checked out. The barmaid turned away and continued to the bar, but the other woman held my eye contact for a good while longer before smiling and turning away. I continued to watch her as she danced, catching her eye as she turned. After finishing my drink, I decided to get bold and head to the bar. My idea was to go past this playful woman as I went. Pushing through the crowd of heaving dancers, I arrived at where I thought she would be but could not see her anywhere. Giving up, I turned to the bar to order another drink. My cheeky barmaid asked me what I wanted and I was sure she was tempting me to ask for more than just a drink. Maybe it was just my ego getting the better of me. After all I think of myself as being an attractive man, in a rugged sort of way: six feet tall, with dark hair and blue eyes. Still keeping myself in shape. The moment passed and I ordered my next drink. Turning and leaning back against the bar, I looked around the dance crowd. I spotted my mystery woman across the room again, and again she caught my gaze and held it a bit longer than a casual glance. Eventually I lost her in the crowd and turned my attention back to the barmaid. She was busy, but nice to watch. She had on a shortish black skirt and white silky blouse. The top buttons were open just enough to show a bit of cleavage without being too obvious. She knew I was watching her and seemed to be enjoying it, and I think made an extra effort to show a bit more leg and thigh as she bent to get drinks from the lower shelves. I was getting turned on by her subtle show. It was nothing blatant. Just small suggestive glances. I think the sexiness was the “suggest everything and reveal nothing”. She was confident in the power she had over me. I was so tied up in my thoughts of her I barely heard the voice asking me if I wanted to dance. By the time I came out of my daydream and turned to see who was talking to me, I felt a card being pressed into my hand, a whiff of perfume and a touch of her body against me as she pushed away through the crowd. It was like an electric shoc, feeling her touch, but she was gone into the crowd before I could react. I looked at the card in my hand and it had a simple “nbr 35” handwritten on it. I didn’t understand what it meant, so |
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