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In the hotel lounge, she nursed her merlot while watching a slice of Atlanta. Actually, they appeared to be mostly tourists, or men and women on business, like her. Atlanta was okay. The events had gone well, and quickly. Natalie had arrived at the informal hotel for dinner with a few women she had met at the meeting. But they had gone out on the town, looking for another slice of Atlanta, and she wasn't interested. So she sat alone for quiet time and observing.
A few couples sat at the candlelit tables, smiling and leaning into each other. Several groups of mostly men drank and talked and laughed loudly. The couple’s cute, she decided, taking a sip of her wine. And the men are having harmless fun. This is okay, Natalie thought. It’s not that bad sitting here alone.
One large group of men nearby became more boisterous. Must be all out-of-towners at the same meeting. A man accidentally bumped her head lightly.
"Excuse me," he apologized insincerely.
"It's okay."
"What's a cute girl like you sitting there drinking alone?"
"Umm, thanks, I think," she said. "I'm just relaxing
for a few minutes."
He was dark-haired and not too bad-looking, but his face was flushed from alcohol, she noticed immediately.
"Come over and join us," he offered, beads of sweat had formed a moustache. "You look like you need another glass of wine." She felt him looking at her breasts; a little too long a glance, she thought.
"No, thanks," she said. All she needed was to get hooked up with an out-of-control guy on the prowl. If she wanted that, she would have joined the girls.
"Aww, come on," he insisted.
"No, really. I'm, uh, waiting for someone. But thanks anyway."
Natalie crossed her legs and turned away. As she did, her eyes found those of a bearded man, with neatly combed dark hair and fair skinned looking up from his book and at her lithe, black stocking legs. She waited a few seconds before self-consciously pulling her skirt down on the back of her top leg.
When the waitress appeared, she ordered another merlot, and glanced at the entrance, pretending to still be waiting for her friend. Her eyes glanced again at the man with the book. He quickly looked down at his book, but not before she noticed his blush.
She looked at the man again with interest. This time he was looking into her eyes. She half-smiled and looked away. Suddenly she felt flushed as boldness crept in her. Was it only the wine? She shifted in her chair and glanced over again. He was still looking at her. She kept her gaze a little longer, then cocked her head, tried unsuccessfully to read the title of his book.
He wasn't bad looking, she decided. Actually, quite handsome. She’s never been with a man with any form of facial hair before. She wondered briefly, if it would tickle her soft skin.
Natalie began to daydream. What would it be like if he just came over to her...
In the hotel lounge, she nursed her merlot while watching a slice of Atlanta. Actually, they appeared to be mostly tourists, or men and women on business, like her. Atlanta was okay. The events had gone well, and quickly. Natalie had arrived at the informal hotel for dinner with a few women she had met at the meeting. But they had gone out on the town, looking for another slice of Atlanta, and she wasn't interested. So she sat alone for quiet time and observing.
A few couples sat at the candlelit tables, smiling and leaning into each other. Several groups of mostly men drank and talked and laughed loudly. The couple’s cute, she decided, taking a sip of her wine. And the men are having harmless fun. This is okay, Natalie thought. It’s not that bad sitting here alone.
One large group of men nearby became more boisterous. Must be all out-of-towners at the same meeting. A man accidentally bumped her head lightly.
"Excuse me," he apologized insincerely.
"It's okay."
"What's a cute girl like you sitting there drinking alone?"
"Umm, thanks, I think," she said. "I'm just relaxing
for a few minutes."
He was dark-haired and not too bad-looking, but his face was flushed from alcohol, she noticed immediately.
"Come over and join us," he offered, beads of sweat had formed a moustache. "You look like you need another glass of wine." She felt him looking at her breasts; a little too long a glance, she thought.
"No, thanks," she said. All she needed was to get hooked up with an out-of-control guy on the prowl. If she wanted that, she would have joined the girls.
"Aww, come on," he insisted.
"No, really. I'm, uh, waiting for someone. But thanks anyway."
Natalie crossed her legs and turned away. As she did, her eyes found those of a bearded man, with neatly combed dark hair and fair skinned looking up from his book and at her lithe, black stocking legs. She waited a few seconds before self-consciously pulling her skirt down on the back of her top leg.
When the waitress appeared, she ordered another merlot, and glanced at the entrance, pretending to still be waiting for her friend. Her eyes glanced again at the man with the book. He quickly looked down at his book, but not before she noticed his blush.
She looked at the man again with interest. This time he was looking into her eyes. She half-smiled and looked away. Suddenly she felt flushed as boldness crept in her. Was it only the wine? She shifted in her chair and glanced over again. He was still looking at her. She kept her gaze a little longer, then cocked her head, tried unsuccessfully to read the title of his book.
He wasn't bad looking, she decided. Actually, quite handsome. She’s never been with a man with any form of facial hair before. She wondered briefly, if it would tickle her soft skin.
Natalie began to daydream. What would it be like if he just came over to her...
