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    Date: 8/24/2016, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: AltKnight, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    She looked back over her shoulder and checked herself in the full-length mirror. She smiled, not bad for late thirties, not bad at all. Adjusting the stockings making sure the seam ran straight up her shapely legs, she turned back, slipping the yellow cotton dress on over her head. She smoothed the cool material over her body, her small firm breasts, unencumbered by a bra, stood proud. The length of the summery dress just covering the stocking tops she slipped on the not too high healed shoes and checked her hair one last time. He would like the stockings, she knew, and the small lacey panties that he’d bought her last Christmas would have him champing at the bit. She wanted tonight to be just right, things between her and Bob had been a little strained recently. He was working hard, too hard. He said it was all for her, for their future, but she’d rather have a husband than be rich and lonely. She had picked the restaurant and arranged for Bob to meet her there at eight. The cab was booked to pick her up at seven forty five and it was nearly that time now. One last look, a check of the hair and make up, she knew she looked good and she felt good, tonight was going to be a night to remember. -------------- The cab pulled to the curb she stepped out into the cool evening air, walked slowly across the pavement and into the exclusive restaurant. A tall young waiter showed her to the secluded booth that she had booked and asked her for her coat. She slid the long black coat from ...
    her shoulder and turned to hand it to the waiter, as she did so she caught the young mans eyes wandering up her shapely legs. Normally she would have been offended but tonight she felt good and was glad that her attentions were appreciated by someone. She slid into the booth as the waiter moved away with her coat, but she knew he was still watching her and she let her dress ride up a little to reveal the tops of her stockings before sliding back into the seat. A little flirting never hurt anyone and boy was she feeling flirty. A few seconds later the young man returned and asked if she would like a drink, she thought for a second, appraising the waiter, and asked for a Tom Collins. He was young, no older than early twenties, he had light blue eyes and a winning smile. He was tall well over six foot, and thin. She normally liked her men broad and strong like Bob, but this waiter had a certain something. He returned with her drink. She thanked him slowly and graced him with a smile. He nodded asked her if there was anything else, his eyes never leaving hers. In her mind there were all manner of things she’d ask him for, but found herself saying no. Half an hour and another Tom Collins passed and still no sign of Bob. The young waiter was keeping an eye on her and she was most certainly keeping and eye on him too. She could feel a little tension between them. The attentions of a much younger man making her feel so good and more than a little hot. The last time he’d been over to ...
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