This just happened to me.
I was out to dinner with a couple of business associates of mine tonight. We were at a neigbourhbourhood restaurant in an upscale area of Toronto. A warm spring evening; the patio doors were wide open and the place was packed.
There was one table of about eight women not far from where we sat, they looked in their late 20's or early 30's. I was at a table of business guys all over fifty. Needless to say we enjoyed the surroundings. Lots of good looking women in warm weather clothes that showed off their best assets.
I couldn't figure out whether the girls at the table across from ours were celebrating a birthday or somebody's going away party or what, but there was a lot of coming and going and air kisses and laughing ... it was animated and very much a party atmosphere.
As the night wore on and the drinks kept coming, the table got louder and louder. I had a great view from my seat. and found it difficult to keep focused on the discussion with my business associates.
One girl, stood out in particular. She was taller than all the rest, over six foot tall wearing a summer dress with an open back. She was a physical amazon but very sexy and feminine. She looked like a tennis star or some type of model for athletic wear. She was hot and she knew it.
I couldn't take my eyes off her bare back. The muscles of her athletic figure rippled, she held herself straight and tall. She reminded me of a beautiful race horse proudly parading around the paddock.
When she stood up, which she seemed to do regularly her towering figure made the other girls look that much more petite. I found myself increasingly curious. She didn't seem to be a senior member of the group or very outgoing. she was friendly but not as loud and animated as the rest of the girls. She was demure but her physical presence just dominated the area.
At one point in the evening, I went downstairs to the washroom. As I was heading down the narrow hall to the 'mens' she was coming out of the 'ladies'. We passed in the narrow corridor and I swear she had no bra and her nipples stood out of her light silky top like erasers on the end of a pencil. she was wearing sexy sandles with straps up her calves; she had red painted toe nails. The heal on the sandle was a couple of inches; the shoes accented her height and drew attention to her sexy legs. Her thigh and calve muscles were not grossly big, they were in proportion to the rest of her racehorse physique; they were like the rest of her body, muscular and shapely.
I smiled politely and nodded as we passed.
I couldn't think of a way to freeze that moment in the hallway. I wanted to reach out and put my hands on her hips and ride that beautiful filly.
Dark hair with a pleasant face powerful body and legs. I wished I was 20 years younger.