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Something for the weekend. Chapter 1

Date: 7/17/2015, Categories: Cheating, Author: jandnr298, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

manner although she could have sworn that he paused to look in her direction. When he lifted his drink from the bar he crossed to the other side of the room and settled down in a couch that meant whilst he was out of her direct line of sight, his reflection gave her a perfect view of him over her book. Oh my god, why am I so excited to see him here? she thought to herself. She wondered if she should go over and talk to him, after all he was in the same predicament as her and might enjoy the company even if it was only for a couple of hours. As she watched his reflection he looked over the top of his paper directly at her and smiled to himself For heaven's sake just get up and go talk to him, she told herself. And then another, much bolder thought crossed her mind. It shocked her that she could think of such a thing, even if it was her deepest fantasy. She crossed her legs in a bid to get more comfortable in her seat and knocked her room key from the table onto the floor. As she bent down to pick it up she wondered if she even had the guts to act on her impulses. When she sat back up she could see him moving in his seat, his eyes focused on the window in front of her, his mouth slightly agape. The realisation that she had just flashed him a fantastic view of her cleavage and he was now sitting smiling about it was the answer she needed. She rose and went to the bar for another drink. *** Whilst the barman was pouring his drink he had a quick look round the bar unsurprised ... that it was mostly empty on this holiday weekend. Certainly no more than ten people were dotted around mostly reading a paper or magazine or on their phones. But one in particular caught his eye, the woman in the purple dress. As he waited for his change he thought about going over and asking if she wanted some company, after all they were in the same boat so to speak and if nothing else it would pass a couple of hours. As he looked at her all his bravado drained away and his nerves took hold, instead he decided to take a seat at the other end of the bar and read yesterdays paper. There was plenty of time to go over and chat, he could go over and offer to buy her a drink once he had finished this one he thought. As he read from the paper he realised that he could see the woman quite clearly reflected in the windows over the concourse. She seemed to shift in her seat and knock something to the ground, her phone or key perhaps? As she bent down to pick it up he was granted the most magnificent view down the top of the dress, so much so that he could swear she had a bra on to match her dress. Her tits looked fantastic! When she sat up he was horrified to see her looking directly at him in the window, her smile matching his, her eyes looking down at the table then back up to meet his. And then she was gone, taking her empty glass to the bar where she signed for something, the check he guessed. Oh hell, there goes my chance of offering to buy her a drink he thought. He mournfully ...