Now dresses, I completed getting ready by adding a touch of make-up , some wonderful smelling perfume . Going through a guide book I selected the cheapest and most visited restaurant as dinning spot. I decided that since I was dressed the way I was , it was best to stick close to the motel. That way, I was always close to the safety of my room should I get too much unwelcome attention, or just feel a need to retreat.
I left my room and headed to stairs that would take me down to the lobby. Standing at the top of stars , I noted the lobby was crowded. I began to make my way down the stairs, carefully stepping down in my high heels. Just as I neared about five –six steps above the bottom of the stairway, I slipped and came crashing down on my butt, arms and legs akimbo. I let out a shirek which caused half people in the lobby to look my way. There I was , spread out on the stairs, legs apart in a very short, sheer dress and no panties underit. I quickly stood up, tugged the hem of my dress down and strode towards the main exit, many eyes following my every step. I gave the gawkers what they wanted as I swayed my hips side to side as I made my way through the people. Again , I felt excited, naughty feeling as I exited for my dinning restaurant.
Entering the restaurant for dinner was another exciting experience. Again receiving attention from people took me to the heights of thrilling adventure. I approached the reception for the table and the hostess informed me that there was a thirty minutes wait, even for the table for one. I could wait in the bar she told me. I agreed and went to the bar, finding an available tall stool next to an equally tall table in the corner of the bar.
The bar was pretty busy, with many dinners awaiting their tables. I hopped up on the bar stool, crossing my legs instinctively as I sat down. I could feel the cold wooden stool on my ass as I adjusted my position. My dress was too short to fit underneath me when I sat down. I knew if I bent forward, pretty much everything would be visible .
After few minutes , a young waiter came over to and handed me a drink menu. “ I will be right back to take your order.” He informed me. He soon returned and asked what I would have. I hemmed and hawed a bit as I looked at the menu, and looked at him. I put the menu flat on the table and bent forward, looking up at him to ask what was in a certain drinks. Hie mouth fell open as he could see right down the front of my dress. I followed his eyes and glanced down at my now exposed chest. he could see most of my breasts and just a partial view of nipples. I leaned forward a bit more and audibly pondered my drink decision. As I leaned more forward , his eyes travelled further deep inside the dress up to my pussy hair and I could feel the back of my dress rise. My skin prickled as the air conditioned air enveloped my now exposed ass checks. I saw his eyes take in this new development. This time , I pretended to be flustered as I looked back and noted my ass was hanging out. I made a bit of a production of tugging on the back of the dress attempting to hide my butt. “ Damn dress, always riding up.” I said.
I hung out in the bar for about twenty minutes, long enough to offer lots of views to this young guy several more times as he brought me drinks.i was downing those drinks much quicker than normal. I guess I was caught up in the moments of feeling adventurous, rambunctious and naughty. Just as I finished the last drink, the hostess appeared and told me my table would be ready in about three minutes. I called over the waiter and asked my count. I told him I was running to the ladie’s room and would be right back.