Lee Sara

I sigh as I walk down the street, breath heating up the inside of the cloth mask clinging to my face. My dress clings to my hips with each step, tightening across my breasts when I bring my arm up to sip from my Starbucks, pushing the mask up a bit with my free hand before slipping it back again, and taking my phone from my handbag, making sure there are no messages from work before tossing the empty cup into a bin and stepping into the supermarket.

Just as I step in, there's someone coming out, and I gasp as I walk right into you, my phone clattering to the ground in its designer case along with the sound of smashing as your bag hits the floor. I practically drop into a squat as I snatch up my phone to make sure it doesn't get anything from your groceries on it. I do feel a little bad, but honestly, the case is worth more than whatever you had.

I sigh, hot air puffing up my cheekbones from behind my mask, and I tilt my head to look up your body, my full cleavage deep and visible from the angle, the black rose tattoo peeking out at the side. "Don't stare," I say first, before glancing down at your bag. "Are you okay?"

I let out a pleased groan as I straighten up from a good session at the gym, using their large empty room for mixed Pilates and yoga, stretching out my muscles and keeping myself limber and tight. I slap my hands against my thighs through my pink leggings, the fabric so thin and clingy it's like I'm wearing nothing, and feeling the burn in them as I drag my hands around to my back, over my ass and then up across my abs. I could do more, but for now, that feels like enough.

I start to head to the changing rooms, but before them is the large wall mirror, and I stop, looking myself over. I pull my phone out from where I'd tucked it in my waist back, and click the button to start up the photo app as I twist in the mirror, finding an angle that shows both my ass and my breasts. Finding a good one, I life a foot onto the toes, bending my knee so one cheek is curved the other stuck out, and where my top clings around the middle of my breasts I tug it with my free hand, showing more of the underside of my breasts while I tilt my head so my eyes are shadowed a bit, but still able to see them over my phone as I stare into the camera.

I take the photo, and a smirk crosses my face at how it comes out, before my eyes flick to the side in the mirror, noticing the face of someone who hasn't moved in a while. I don't move either, and just stare back at you, waiting to see how long it takes for you to notice.

I hum to myself as I pad through the wellness spa, hair up in a bun for a change, and only a robe around my body. I've just been for a warm soak and a short stint in the sauna, then had my skincare routine with the usual woman. Now my muscles are loose, my skin smooth and clear, and I'm ready to my massage. I've had to stay in work longer than I wanted to just about every day this week, so I'm really ready for my massage.

I step into the private room I'd been told was for me, remembering the last massage I'd had here and how deep it had been, silently hoping I have the same one again as I swing open the door. The room is dimly lit but light enough, and a gently scent fills the air, a little thicker than outside but not too intrusive. My hands are already undoing the belt of my robe as I look across at you, eyes tracing you. "I'm in your hands," I say in a relaxed voice, relaxed and touched by vocal fry as my robe slips off.

Deep rolling splashes and gasps of higher sounds and ambient noise alternate in my ears as I pound the water, dragging myself through it between gasps for air and rolling twists. One way, then the other, not slowing or stopping, counting each kick against the wall until I'm satisfied. Once I'm done, I stop at the edge, holding onto it while my feet kick lazily in the water, looking around. There's not many people in the pool at the moment, as usual. Makes it easier to get some proper exercise in.

After resting for a moment, pull myself up, water cascading down my body and sloshing between my breasts as the fabric holds my cleavage tight. My ass sticks back for a moment before I twist and plant it on the edge, lifting my arms over my head to stretch before checking my bun, and squeezing the water from my hanging fringe, eyes slowly tracing the room to look at the others while my feet play at the surface of the water.

I laugh louder than I every usually would at a stupid joke from a girl I've known since school as she talks about her ex compared to her current boyfriend. I'd feel bad for the guy, but it's also really funny, and I've had three glasses of whiskey already, there's nothing saving him now. "What? Noooo..." I call out as she stands, playfully clenching my hand in her direction as she heads off to find her man, leaving me behind. I giggle a little, and lean back on the couch beside the bar in the quieter upstairs section of the club, hand closing over my next glass as I pick it up and look around.

As I do, I spot you, looking down at me from next to the bar. Usually I'd be a little annoyed or at least standoffish, but it's time to party. I grin wide, my face flushing red as I look up, and give my body a quick twist. My dress is barely high enough to cover my nipples, held up by a strap that goes from my neck to the middle inside through my cleavage, so there's nothing blocking the view as my tits jiggle. The fur shrug slips a bit down my arms, and I lift a leg so my thigh pushes up the skirt, revealing a bit my skin.

"Do you like looking, hm?" I ask, narrowing my eyes as I look at you through the lashes and tilt my head a little coyly. "Got anything to say about the view?"

I hum happily as I move around my apartment, feet padding against the laminated kitchen floor while I put my shopping away, earphones still playing and mask still stuck to my face. I've got some groceries, a bit of wine, and a bag of special secret clothing for my boyfriend for later. I giggle lightly into my mask as I imagine it, before the doorbell rings, and I perk up, eyes sliding toward the entryway.

I grin, and quickly move to the door, swinging it open as I tug down my mask. "You're early, babo," I say sweetly, hand sliding up to caress your cheek as mine flush and I stick my tongue out, the hot air trapped by my mask puffing out toward you. "I've got something special for you, if you can wait a little while," I say with a grin, sliding my hand down to your waistband and tugging you inside.

I sigh as I step out of the hotel room, eyes narrowed from a touch of jetlag, and head down toward the bar on the ground floor. I'm supposed to be meeting someone, but there's no harm in a little pick me up before then. Samsung's having a local showcase event abroad, and the PR rep is sick so I'm filling in. It's not for a couple of weeks yet, but I'm here to touch base before things get started properly. In the meantime, the local branch have assigned me a helper, probably some intern, to show me around and find me whatever I want to do. I spoke to my correspondent but she just laughed and told me to trust her.

I reach the bar and order myself a whiskey. Just a shot, I'm trying to pick my day up, not ruin it. I don't throw it back, just sip as I slowly look around, seeing people glance away when my eyes pass over them, my almost skin tight dress drawing attention again. Naturally, as it should. "Now, who could it be?" I murmur to myself as I check each person in turn to see if they could be the one I'm meeting.