The Concert (Closed for Poprockz)

[lookinaround88]

"Hmmm..." Ida mumbled to herself as she tried on yet another dress in the mirror, turning this way and that to see how it fit, before shimmying out of it and throwing it on the bed with the others which hadn't passed muster. She sighed as she stood in front of the mirror in a lacy pink bra and panties. She didn't check herself out, she didn't look at her reflection in approval, she surveyed her remaining dresses with a critical eye. Ida never really knew how incredibly hot she was, she never really thought much about it, or made any assumptions about her attractiveness. She was just trying to pick a dress. Anyone looking at her at that point, standing in her underwear, would have been blown away, however. Ida was a knockout, and her air of innocence, her obliviousness to her hotness, just made her even more attractive. She was tall, standing about 5'7", with long, toned legs which ended in a round ass. As the eye of the imaginary viewer continued upward, he'd see a narrow waist, a firm stomach, and then - a jawdropping pair of tits. 34d, they somehow defied gravity, maintaining their perkiness and bounciness at 35 years of age. Ida's body looked like it was designed by a horny teenaged boy, and she had a slight jiggle in her breasts and ass whenever she moved. Her full, soft, supple red lips at the moment were turned down in a slight frown of concentration. Her blue green eyes scanned her wardrobe. Her face - well, let's just say she was damned pretty. Her hair was black and her skin pale and smooth, all in all she looked like Snow White's sexy twin sister.

Ida's husband was absurdly proud of her looks, and encouraged her to show herself off more. Normally she would ask his opinion about her outfits, but he'd had to travel for work and wouldn't be home for another week. She was grateful for his approval and for his encouragement, but somehow the whole "put your body on show" thing just made her blush. Deep down she was probably worried that women would think she was flaunting herself if she wore more revealing clothes.

Ida had a concert tonight, though, and that came with a responsibility. She did a bit of singing on the side, mostly jazz and old fashioned rhythm and blues, and she always loved performing. She took a lot of pride in her singing. Although she didn't really think much about her looks, she did take pride in her voice, and her ability to tell a story through song. And now she had to choose a dress. She wasn't really used to dressing up, preferring modest clothes. In fact she usually wore two sports bras at once just to hold her breasts in place. But when she sang she knew she had to hold the audience's focus, that there was an expectation of glamour. So....the red one. She slipped on a tight red dress, it was more low cut than she usually would wear out, but it was elegant, with a slit up the right leg, and it moulded to her body. She rolled a pair of thigh high stockings on and grudgingly put on a pair of black heels to complete the look. Ok, that'll have to do, she thought.

Tonight's gig was at a hotel in the city. It was a bit of a drive from her house, but that was to be expected when you lived out in the country. Everywhere was a bit of a drive. She'd be singing at a private party, but didn't know too many of the details. Most of her kind of concerts were private parties, birthdays, corporate events, that kind of thing. This one was probably going to be just like the others.

 

[Poprockz]

Walking up to the door, Ida raised her hand and knocked. She could here lively music inside as well as the chatter of voices and the occasional eruption of laughter. It all sounded like a lively party- exactly the sort of scene she liked getting into. It meant the people were in good spirits, and that meant a good first impression of her most times. People typically judged one on the first and last impressions they got from you, though occasionally the important events in-between also got some consideration. People were picky creatures, but on the whole she liked entertaining.

 

[lookinaround88]

The hotel was nice. Classy, a little exclusive. She walked in, smiled at the concierge and introduced herself and he told her that her band was waiting in the function room down the hall. She followed the sound of laughter and drinking and knocked at the door.
After a moment the door opened and the volume increased. A middle-aged man, probably a hotel employee, nodded and smiled at her as she entered, looking her up and down. She tried to tell him who she was, but he couldn’t hear her, so he casually put his arm around her slender waist and pulled her in tight. She was slightly caught off guard, but said again in his ear, “Hi! I’m Ida! The singer!”