Here is another story for you. I'm still just winging this blog in hopes to provide interesting content that is worth reading. This story provides one of my more favorite looks. I call this my Audrey Hepburn look. I think it's classy and sexy at the same time. It's a fun outfit to wear in a nice jazz club or while shopping. Well on with the story. I hope you like it. Let me know.
Sed.
The lunch was okay. Turkey and water cress sandwiches and a light fruity champagne with crisp asparagus adorned the plate on the table before me. My mom, seated next to me, is talking about this and that. I'm not really listening but trying to. Normally she talks about the other ladies at her club. All of the juicy gossip at that place could be background material for soap operas. Against her constant pontification my mind wanders about the upcoming trip I have for work. I haven't told her yet why I'm going. My writing in the local home town paper has apparently been noticed by a large newspaper in New York City. I haven't the heart to tell her that I'd have to move to the city if I'm offered a job there.
My wandering thoughts clear as I see mom starting at me, now silent. She smiles weakly and asks me what is on my mind. I clear my throat and tell her I'm going over my itinerary to New York in my mind, what I'm going to wear and what I'm going to see. All of a sudden her smile widens and with bright eyes moves close to me.
"My friend Gladys has a nephew there. You should meet him!" she blurts out. "He's a lawyer, very smart, very well off I hear."
"I don't know mom" I reply meekly. "I'm not a big fan of hook ups or blinds dates."
It's not that I think I'm bad looking, but I never have good luck with blind dates. There was the time with the banker. All he wanted was for me to open an account in his bank. And the advertising executive I went out with a few weeks ago, well the bruises are finally fading from that wrestling match. But she is my mom and I figure why not.
"Go ahead and make the arrangements" I say after a big sigh. As I empty the champagne from my glass all I can think is that I hope my luck changes this time.
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Standing alone in the elevator my thoughts run through my day. My interview went well and I felt really good about the job position with the paper. So far my trip to New York City has been really fun. Suddenly my thoughts come back to the moment as I feel the elevator slow it's decent and come to a stop.
The lobby doors open and I find myself standing there. My feet feel like lead. I tell them to move forward, and then again. A few people in the lobby glance my way. Why do I always feel this way on a blind date? Suddenly the doors start to close and I realize I'm going to look even more foolish then I do now if these doors close on me, leaving me in here. I quickly jump forward and place my clutch between the doors. They immediately open and I step out.
The crowded lobby was full of people engaged in their day to day lives. Hardly a person noticed me stepping through the now open doors except those already realizing my presence. While this didn't help my self esteem one bit it did also convey to me that there was nothing seriously wrong with how I looked.
I saw this dress in a store window earlier in the day. On the manikin this dressed look incredible and very classy. However as I was pulling the dress up over my waist and getting it fitted properly over my bosom, I realized just how high the hem actually went! Normally I don't wear hose but having my legs bare this high up to my thighs in public seemed too daring. I needed to cover them up. I knew I look absolutely stunning and sexy. This lawyer better be worth it!
As I stepped into the smoke filled lobby I noticed both men and women starting to make casual yet attentive stares at me in a way not to draw to much attention to themselves. I immediately became aware just how much of me I was showing in public.
The high hem line, the exposed cleavage, and now the thought that I should have worn a more sheer set of hose. I should just turn around and get back into the elevator. But no, I won't let prying eyes win over my self esteem or lack of it. I look perfect for this date and I refuse to allow a few stares and sly smiles to interfere with my evening.
Moving further into the lobby I realize that I don't see the man that is supposed to meet me here. We talked earlier today on the phone and he said he would be carrying a rose. Immediately I turn my attention to the task of looking for the delicate item in anyone's grasp.
To the left I see the bell hops working diligently to load up the guests luggage onto their carts in hopes of high tips and bell hop riches. The older ladies being expressive and sometimes cruel in giving them orders on how with "expertise" to load the carts. Their constant nagging didn't seem to express much fear in the bell hops as they just nodded and continued to perform the tasks that they have performed hundreds of times over. To the right I see the concierge showing a younger couple a "fine place" to go dancing. The wife of the couple holds herself close to her man and from time to time looks into his eyes with obvious love and desire. They must be newlyweds.
After a few moments of searching my mystery man was nowhere to be found. Note a single rose in sight. Where is he? I was hoping he wouldn't keep me waiting. It seems my evenings wishes are not fulfilled as of yet. My thoughts run to grabbing a cigarette from my clutch and lighting up. But doing so may bring more attention to me, so I abstain from the urge to do so.
Standing there in the lobby a small elderly woman, her appointed bell hop servant dutifully walking behind her, approaches me. At first I'm not sure why she seems to be moving towards me until suddenly I realize I'm blocking the elevator doors. I move to the side to allow her and her assisting bell hop, who now seems fully attentive to me and not her, pass by. As the young man moves past me I hear him inhale a deep breath through his nose probably in hopes of taking in my perfume fragrance. A smile forms on his lips as he succeeds. I look over to him and suddenly he and I lock eyes.
He's not a bad looking man. His dark hair, strong jaw and slim yet athletic build give him a Clark Gable look. The small thin mustache above his lip curls with his smile making the smile even more pronounced to the point that it almost looks like a sneer. But his eyes, his deep brown eyes pour into mine making me feel a bit guilty of the thoughts running through my mind. I've fallen into eyes just like his in the past. How soon I forget my life lesson when a similar set now pulls me in yet again. I couldn't draw my eyes away from his. He knew he had my attention and while I couldn't look away he did, looking down over my body and legs he now began to drink up a vision of us together in his mind I suspect. That sneer turned to a grin and I realized I was now the object of this guys post adolescent lust. He is probably six to eight years younger then me but still old enough to have experience, maybe too much.
As the pair moved into the elevator I turned to say something but I couldn't. I wouldn't make a scene here. Not now. The elderly woman asked the bell hop to hold the doors.
Smiling at me she asked "are you coming along dear?"
I replied with, "no thank you."
She immediately smiled, "are you waiting for someone?"
I nodded that I was.
Just as the doors start to close she whispers to me in a soft tone. "You may want to put some pads over your nipples dear, your excitement is showing."
The last sound I hear as the doors close is the bell hop trying not to laugh out loud behind clenched lips. I immediately look down and see she is right! My nipples are rock solid and visible behind the silk fabric of my dress! Had the thoughts in my mind with that smug young man really gotten me worked up? Maybe so. I also have been thinking about how the night will progress. Will my date turn into something more? I could only hope. It's been a while since I've had the pleasure of a man taking his pleasure with me.
Looking around I find a seat next to the elevator doors. I decide I need to sit in hopes of not exposing my hidden desire to anyone else. Where is this guy! As I sit my dress hikes up a bit over my thighs, exposing them even more to the gathering of people in the lobby. I reach down nonchalantly to pull the loose material back down over my legs but to no avail. Now more people turn to take glancing stares at me. Feeling uncomfortable I start to get a bit angry.
Why do people do that? Why do they have to stare at me but try to act like they aren't? My anger turns to defiance. Shifting my position in the chair my dress once again moves itself up my thighs. Crossing my legs so that I don't expose any more of myself I let the dress have the freedom it desires. "Look if you want people." I think to myself smugly. "Know that whatever lust you have for me inside you now will not be satisfied tonight."
I sit for about ten minutes in hopes that my breasts have calmed down. With some trepidation I stand up and move to the lobby desk. The desk clerk looks up from his register, takes a momentary stop when his eyes cross my cleavage and then in a hurried manner forces his gaze to mine. Giving him my name and room number I ask him that if a fella asks about me tonight to tell him that I've gone out. He nods with a curious gaze and furrowed brows. I thank him and walk straight back to the elevators in a fashion of force that causes my heels to provide a pronounced "click, click, click" across the tile floor.
Pressing the button for the elevator a set of doors immediately opens up. Stepping inside I press the button for my floor and wait for the doors to close. A few men in the lobby get in their last stares as the doors slowly close entombing me in a now quiet accent where all I hear are the motors and the soft music coming from the cheap speaker inside.
As the lift slows to my floor I think about yet another blind date gone bad. It's one more reason not to do them. I promise myself never again, until the next time. The doors open and as I step out my thoughts come back to the young bell hop. I wonder when his shift ends? Smiling to myself I dismiss the thought and remind myself that it was a good idea to get some fresh batteries at the corner store earlier today. Taking my heels off I stride down the carpeted hallway to my door, insert the key, sigh and smile. At least the rest of the night won't be a bore.
Okay, this story is a bit longer then I anticipated. I hope you liked reading it as much as I did writing it. I have to thank my loving partner in Second Life, Sky. She provided me the prop for the pictures and the idea of the story including the title. You may be wondering, where is this ditz's cell phone? Hopefully some of you caught the light references to a time long past.
If you liked the story and want me to write more please let me know.
OUTFIT ITEMS:
- Skin: Belleza - Erika Med 17 Hair (cleavage)
- Lip Gloss: Blacklace - ~BB~ Clear Lip Gloss
- Blush: cheLLe - Everyday Blush 8
- Hair: Analog Dog - Mia Platinum w/ Cafe Bangs Platinum
- Necklace: Bandit - Etername Diamond
- Earrings: Bandit - Etername Diamond
- Dress and Gloves: B! Fashion - Audrey
- Hose: Bettie's Vintage - Opaque Ebony Pantyhose
- Shoes: Seven Heels - Classic Pump Black
