It was a nice summers day so I had dressed for the warm weather. A shortish denim mini skirt, white blouse and a pair of moderate heels. I had a new set of white undies to go with it. Frilly and lacy white panties and a white bra.
I set off from our hotel once the two other girls had left for their overnight visit to their aunts house.
My first stop was a coffee shop for some refreshment before doing a little bit of shopping on Oxford Street.
I hadn’t had any cock for a well over a week or so and I was ready for a bit of nookie.
On finishing my spending spree in the early afternoon, I headed back to the hotel, happy with my purchases and also feeling a bit fruity and up for some fun.
On arrival back at the hotel I settled in to the bar area for a wee G&T to unwind following my shopping trip. There was a large conference room/hall adjacent to the bar and I had noticed in the morning that there was some type of business seminar being held in it.
A few of the business men and women had already begun to filter into the bar area and I noticed that they all appeared to be winding their meeting down.
I was sat in a window area looking out onto the grounds of the hotel and as I sat looking out I noticed a few guys at the bar giving me the once over. I was beginning to get that naughty feeling that maybe some fun was on offer here, and I started to glance over in their direction, hoping maybe they would make eye contact, and see if any of them were brave enough to approach.
I needn’t have worried because within a few minutes one of the three men approached asking if I would mind if they pinched the other seats around my table.
I of course said, “help yourself.”
To which the man asked me if I was waiting for some friends or would I like too join his small group for a drink or two?
I gleefully accepted, explaining about my friends being away and about me being on my own. Very quickly the other two men joined us and we introduced ourselves.
The three men were in fact two brothers, Sanjit and Dillip and one of their suppliers Ian.
It transpired that they owned a small chain of shops (ladies clothes/boutiques) in the south of the country, the conference was on some managerial technique or other and they were staying overnight in the hotel afterwards.
I would have placed the two brothers in there early 50s and Ian in his 40s. They were all well turned out in suits and lovely smart shoes. Rather on the paunchy side, not fat exactly, but a little bit overweight.
We chatted and I was asked why I was down in London, why I hadn’t gone with my friends, and what had I been buying etc.
On answering them I could tell that the elder brother Sanjit was straining to try and get a glimpse down my top as I sat chatting, and as I motioned forward to pick up my drink this got me thinking to myself.
‘Ah so the randy bugger wants to have a peek eh.’
I then began to make sure I lent forward just that little bit more and that my tits were jutting out wards as I did so, hoping the randy fucker would get a bit of a titty flash as I did so.
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