The meeting was a success and we stopped at the little bar next door for lunch and a drink to celebrate. The place was full of business types having a power lunch. All the booths were full and there were only two seats at the bar. The men insisted that I take one of the seats and even though I knew what kind of a view I would be giving I took the seat, after all I had been playing this off as every thing being normal, how was a lady to refuse. The fellows led me to the bar and I took my pedestal. I stepped on the bar rail to get onto the stool my g-string slide aside, as if on cue, revealing my crotch to all in line of sight. I felt the cool air-conditioned breeze blow across my shaved lips. My pussy went instantly slick with my excitement. I looked across the room and my eyes locked with a woman with red hair and large breasts. I saw the excitement in her eyes as she looked directly into my exposed womanhood. She smiled at me as I turned to the bar. The men fell all over each other to order me a drink and buy my lunch. They talked about how important the client is and what a good impression I must have made on him for him to want me to return to supervise the account with him. All this time they were doing things to make me move around setting my drink just a little to far away from me when it arrived, passing the condiments just a little further away so I would have to stretch to reach them and sure enough my bra shifted to provide them with the view they had been working for. All the stress of the morning and trying to stay covered had taken its toll on me and after a couple of Martinis I needed to go to the ladies room. This provided them with yet another show of everything I have as I slid off the stool my dress pulled up and showed off my ass with the string of the g-string disappearing into the crack and my puffy pussy lips separated below. As I slid off the stool it felt like I left a trail my pussy was so wet. I went into the ladies room to try to rearrange myself. I looked in the mirror when I entered, my bra had pulled down so far that it was just pushing my breasts against the translucent fabric of my dress. My cleavage was pushed fully together and my nipples were clearly visible and hard as rocks. My areolas were even showing through the fabric. I reached in to adjust my bra and the touch of my hand was like an electric shock to my nipples. I found myself rubbing and pulling on them standing in the middle of the room. "Can I help?" I heard a voice ask. My pulse raced as I relized I had not locked the door. Who was offering to help?
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