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A Bit of Research 2
In the end my costume for my research was a skin tight white blouse, completely shear with red bra to temporarily cover my assets, my little red mini skirt and red sandals. We arrived at the restaurant just after seven thirty and I swear the owner Christobal was disappointed when he took my jacket, after all he’s seen my boobs plenty of times in the past. There were only half a dozen tables with diners when we arrived so it was fairly quiet but by nine fifteen after my husband and I had consumed our starter and main course the place was heaving.
“Right I’m going to the loo.” I said.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Of course I do, this is a serious piece of research. My books have to be authentic.”
I walked to the front of the restaurant where the toilets are, took off the blouse and unhooked my bra putting it in my handbag. Replaced the blouse and leaving the stall looked at myself in the mirror. This was going to be fun. I took a deep breath, opened the toilet door and walked out into the restaurant.
That’s it, the research is for my next book so I don’t want to tell you what happens next. However one nice thing happened when we went and sat in the small bar for a coffee after the meal an older couple came over to us and the woman said, “My husband and I have been admiring you dear, you look stunning, I only wish I was brave enough to show off my breasts.”
I will just tell you that the evening was a success.
“Right I’m going to the loo.” I said.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Of course I do, this is a serious piece of research. My books have to be authentic.”
I walked to the front of the restaurant where the toilets are, took off the blouse and unhooked my bra putting it in my handbag. Replaced the blouse and leaving the stall looked at myself in the mirror. This was going to be fun. I took a deep breath, opened the toilet door and walked out into the restaurant.
That’s it, the research is for my next book so I don’t want to tell you what happens next. However one nice thing happened when we went and sat in the small bar for a coffee after the meal an older couple came over to us and the woman said, “My husband and I have been admiring you dear, you look stunning, I only wish I was brave enough to show off my breasts.”
I will just tell you that the evening was a success.
