It’s a Tuesday night at the hotel bar I’m working in to get through university. There’s some conference on this week, so there a few groups of almost exclusively guys in the bar, but it’s emptying out as it’s getting late. All of a sudden there’s a slight dip in the background babble of conversation – a tall, elegant woman has just walked in and has caught a more than a few eyes. She’s wearing a long, almost floor length, figure hugging, backless black dress – I too am captivated as she advances towards the bar. She has pale skin, slightly greying red hair, blue eyes, probably mid 40s. Our eyes meet and…
“Ben, is that you?” she asked as she reaches the bar – it’s my ex-girlfriend from high school’s mum.
“Umm hi Mrs Wright” sightly dazed “Yes it is. How are you? How’s Jane?” She slides up onto a barstool, crosses her long, toned legs. The dress has a deep slit in it, which she adjusts, revealing much of one of her gorgeous thighs to me and that she’s wearing some very sexy stockings and suspenders.