I smiled. Perhaps there was some good to come of the death of my old favorite place. If nothing else, the woman had an erotic sort of mystery about her- and there was definately something else.
I found my eyes wandering momentarily down at her chest. She was fairly well covered- she wore a black tie, and a collared white shirt, buttoning down the front. The sort of shirt a person puts under their suit. I never bothered to find out the official name of the clothing. I liked it better that way, I could point at a peice of clothing and compliment it, rather than having to describe it. A stupid thing to enjoy, but a fun one. Anyways, her shirt was good at covering, but I noted a button lying on the bar counter. I tilted my head slightly to the side, and noticed a crack in the shirt, which allowed me to peer down at her plump busom, held against her chest by a lacey black bra. My heart thudded for a moment, and I quickly turned my face up to hers.
Her eyes made contact with mine, and it was obvious to me that she had looked at me as I had looked at her breasts. I blushed, and began to turn my face away, but noted the inviting smile in her face.
"You're very observant." She said, tapping the button. I beamed. She beamed back, and using one finger, pulled at the gap in the fabric, allowing me a much better look.
"Let's go to the car." I said. She nodded in agreement. |