I took another slow sip, savoring the whiskey I’d grown up drinking. It was good, familiar, reassuring.
“Uh-huh,” I looked back into Bradley’s eyes. “which one?”
“Light blue shirt…, with the orange and blue striped tie?” he intoned, asking if I had narrowed my search.
“Hmm,” I said as I took another sip.
“Bradley?” I turned all my attention back to him. “Thank you,” I placed my hand over his. “Just one more thing…”
“Sure.”
“Is there a place around where I lady could, um, get a more complete tan?”
He looked confused for a couple seconds. Then his mouth partially opened as comprehension lit up his thoughts. “Uh, like a tanning booth?”
I smiled and slid my glasses to the edge of my nose so he could clearly see my eyes. “What fun would that be? I was thinking more… outside?”
His eyes literally left mine and scanned me slowly down to my feet and back up to my own playful eyes. I could almost see the thoughts of his eighteen or nineteen year-old brain. He definitely liked women!
“Ahhh, some of, ahh, our European guests…. the beach, to the left, there are about a dozen lounge chairs and umbrellas…. Kinda down a bit… You could, ah, go topless there. Ah, I mean…” he blushed.
“Topless would be nice, don’t you think?” I stared into him. His eyes went to my chest, then back to mine. He just nodded.
“I could still get a drink down there, couldn’t I?”
He nodded again. More pleading than statement he added, “I could make sure you got anything you needed…”
I looked very conspicuously at the tent in his shorts, then back at him and winked. “I’m sure you could, Bradley. But it would be just drinks, I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t want me stealing you away.”
He stammered, “No she…, I, um, no I didn’t mean, uh…” he looked horrified.
I smiled and placed my hand over his. “Yes you did, but it’s fine. I’m very flattered.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…” he rattled, still flustered.
“Bradley, really, it’s fine. There’s no problem and I’m not going to report anything to anyone.” I shook my head and smiled.
“I should, uh, I should go.” He stood and rearranged the front of his shorts as unobtrusively as possible.
“Thank you,” I smiled holding up my glass. “Maybe you’ll see me tomorrow?”
He blushed and walked off to take other guest’s orders.
I took another long sip of the Jameson’s, glancing across the pool. The three men were watching me and talking amongst themselves. Somehow, I was sure it was about me, – or what they wanted to do to/with me. I loved teasing and taunting, but just had an inexplicable dislike for them. Perhaps from interactions I had at the office with other sales reps, or maybe one of them reminded me of someone I’d known and couldn’t quite recall.
I drew my legs up and put my feet on the outer edges of the lounge, knees apart. Yep, lots of nods, stupid grins, and glances at each other and at me. I sat up, put my feet on the ground on either side of the lounge and swallowed the rest of the drink. They were grinning like Cheshire cats though I was the one in control of what they saw, the one running the show. Rising and turning my back to them, toward the plant covered wall that ran the length of the pool deck, I readjusted the suit bottom to be sure my labia were inside the bottom edge, and a little more pubic hair showed at the top. There’d be no doubt in their minds. I turned and strode around the pool to stand in front of them.
From where I stopped, I could almost see them drooling, still rather cocky.
“Which of you do I have to thank for the drink?” I smiled sweetly.
“That would be me,” smiled the slightly older of them. With a knowing glance at the other two he added, “but I think we’re all grateful, just to have you come over here to say hi.” None of them were very discreet about their eyes roaming over me.
Okay, there was that something I still disliked, but my body adored the looks.
“I’m Karl,” the drink buyer said, “how were you thinking about thanking me?”
I let a little grin turn up the corners of my mouth. “Are you going to invite me to join you, or do you just want me to stand here and let you stare?”
The older guy chuckled, “That’s’ a kinda tough choice,” as he looked me over.
“Well then,” I said, and turned to face the pool, my ass now two feet from the closest of them and uncovered except for the tiny triangle that joined the hip straps to the single thin strap that disappeared between my glutes. I took another step and turned back to them.
“Does that make the choice easier or harder?” I smiled wickedly, running the fingers of my left hand over the top edge of my bikini bottom to focus their attention on the pubic hair curling out there.
“Definitely harder,” said the one on the right.
“Yeah, harder for sure,” added the one on the left laughing at his own pun. Even in their suit pants, I could see the appreciative responses of the wingmen.
The guy on the left finished his grinning and now sat there with his mouth slightly open intently staring at my bottom, I think trying to engage his x-ray vision to see how much pubic hair I had – and the rest of my pussy as well. None of the suit was lined, so they all were getting a pretty well-defined idea of that area anyhow. The abstract patches of color on the suit only hid so much, the fabric itself being so thin that it looked painted on.
“How long you been married?” I asked the distracted young man.
He looked up at me with a blank look.
“Married. How long?” I asked again, waving my left hand and my rings in front of his face, and then pointing to the band on his left hand. My wedding band and the engagement ring Tony had given me long ago were always on my hand proudly.
He went bright red.
“You all need to call your wives, and tell them what a bore this convention is, and how you’re just sitting in your room watching TV,” I said as I looked at each face. Only the oldest guy returned my gaze, the other two had their eyes down.
“Thanks for the drink,” I said to him politely. “I hope you feel you’ve been repaid.” He nodded without looking away. There was still something in his look, – a haughtiness, – entitlement, – something.
I laughed aloud. That seemed to confuse him.
“What?” he asked.
I grinned and shook my head. He looked at the two other men who also seemed confused and shrugged and held up their hands. I had noticed that the Lothario was all talk and no visible sign of his interest was showing in his pants. I made a mental note too, that the clear acrylic tabletops hid nothing below, giving me naughty ideas for myself later.
I turned and walked confidently back around the pool to my lounge, knowing that they were staring at my backside the entire way, – and trying to figure out why I’d laughed.
The rap on my hotel room door at seven forty-five, just like the day before, indicated my breakfast had arrived. The conference sessions didn’t start until nine this morning, a concession from the planners I supposed as it was Saturday morning. In the tee-shirt, I knew my nipples would be visible, as would the sway of my breasts, but they wouldn’t be in plain sight as they had been yesterday.