She noticed him looking at her across the bar. He wasn’t being subtle as he stared across at her, and even from distance, she sensed that he was looking her up and down, taking in her young body. Even when she looked right back at him, he was not shamed into looking away as most men would when caught looking. That fact alone excited her, knowing he was looking at her and not ashamed for her to know it.
She enjoyed the attention, she was use to it. Or more precisely, she was use to men’s eyes always being at chest level when they spoke to her. She felt that she had a good body from feet to head, but her large breasts demanded the attention, and it didn’t worry her that she could hold a complete conversation with a guy without him once looking up and making eye contact.
When she was out, she even played on her best asset, as she was tonight, wearing a tight little top that outlined her breasts perfectly. They were firm but she enjoyed making them even more prominent with the push up bra that she had on right now.
She occasionally glanced back over the room at this admirer. He wasn’t the only one she had caught looking at her tonight, but this one excited her with his boldness. Every time she looked his way, he seemed to look straight back, making eye contact before letting his own eyes travel down her, not just at her breasts but down and up her whole length.
She begun to stare back more, taking him in, realising he was older, much older than her 19 years. She guessed about twice her age, but she wasn’t too sure. He was what she would call normal, or average, if it wasn’t for the way he was looking at her, she wouldn’t have given him a second look. He was average height, average build, average everything in her opinion, but it was that look of his as he stared at her; she knew he was looking at her body, no doubt mentally undressing her, but something about it excited her to the point she couldn’t concentrate on the conversation around her.
“Hey Lucy, you there” a voice beside her laughed, nudging her, breaking her gaze across the room.
“Sorry, was miles away” she responded as she refocused on the group of friends she was with tonight. It was a girl’s night out, no blokes allowed had been the general agreement between them all. “Just thinking about something” she added, trying to hide the real reason she had been distracted.
She rejoined the conversation, laughing as one of her friend’s them all about her failed date with a guy from her work. And when she finally looked back in his direction, he had gone, the space he was in now filled by another different group of men. And she felt disappointed. |