The door to the common area opened and a lady near my own age walked in carrying a book or two. I sat there watching the news, not doing anything special.
“I’m sorry, am I disturbing you?”
“Oh god no, a little company would be great.”
She sat across from me and we started talking about typical stuff. We were there for a conference for several days. As odd as it sounds, the conference center wasn’t associated with a hotel and it had its own accommodations, including dining and a bar. The downside was the bar had closed, so all we had was the one bottle of wine I already started. We shared a glass when the door opened again.
This time it was a much younger woman, maybe half my age. She smiled at us, but instead of engaging, she grabbed a newspaper off a table and curled up in a large chair.
The other lady had her fill of a boring evening, thanked me for the wine and headed out. I was thinking about doing the same, but I glanced over at the young woman and was a little intrigued. She had some amazing artwork on her arms and legs. I’d never had the urge to get tattooed, but I did appreciate some of the amazing art I’ve seen on some people, particularly on attractive women. I think I glanced over once too often because she stood and came over.
“You can get a better look if you had moved closer,” she said a little sarcastically.
I stuttered apologetically, “I’m . . . I’m sorry. I was intrigued by your tattoos. They are amazing.”
“That’s okay, you can look all you want. I love all the attention they get me. Intrigue all you want. Do you want me to turn?”
I was still embarrassed at getting caught looking.
She smiled more gently, “It really is alright, it’s not like I thought you were perving out on me. One of the guys at the conference couldn’t keep his eyes to himself. I thought the fucker was going orgasm just from looking at me. I’m gonna be a little late tomorrow so I can sit far from that idiot.”
I sympathized with her to some degree. Of course, while I look pretty good for my age, I no longer drew the same level of attention from guys, unless they had mommy-issues and I still was not interested.
She turned slowly and I got an eyeful. The artwork was amazing, but even it paled in comparison to the canvas. She wasn’t tall, probably about five-foot-two or three, but she was marvelously curvy in all the right places with wonderful hips. She was in a sort of denim jumper shorts with a sleeveless top under the straps. Her arms were not completely covered with art, but there was a fantasy theme that seemed to go from one arm to the other. Her right leg had what looked like a tail wrapped around it and the other has flowers and other vegetation.