Their eyes met across the crowded hotel bar, it was packed with conference attendees for some medical device company. He was tall, with a shaved head and thick beard, dressed in fitted slacks and a nice button down shirt with no tie. You can tell by looking at him he was an athlete, maybe a swimmer. He leaned with his elbow resting on the bar top and flashed her a smile.
She was alone at a high top, sipping her vodka soda. As she caught his glance, she playfully brushed her curly hair over one ear and bit her lower lip. She was taller than average and built like God intended, curvy. Her dress draped over her backside, showing off the curve of her lower back and what appeared to be an amazing ass. A small laugh escaped her mouth and her natural breasts jiggled. She was clearly not wearing a bra and didn’t care who noticed.
He snatched his whisky from the bar and made his way toward her. As she saw him approach she felt butterflies in her stomach and moisture between her thighs. She should be careful, she thought, as there were no panties to stop the flood if she got too excited.