Sondra at the Restaurant
Sondra had never really confronted her exhibitionist inclinations. Once a friend had told her that she really knew how to “dress for men”, but she had shrugged that off. She never thought that she dressed for anyone other than for herself. She did, however, enjoy the looks she got when she showed a little more leg than usual or “inadvertently” let her blouse fall open. “Why not?”, she thought. She'd never had any complaints from men or women for that matter. The men were more apt to stare, but...