An outfit swap and a fumble

Looking back at his neighbor, he thought about her outfit. He looked at her knee-length skirt and imagined a slight improvement. In an instant, the hemline of her skirt rose several inches up her thigh. Now it was above her mid-thigh, scandalous for work, but just what he wanted to see. Then, he thought about improving her shirt. Just as quickly, her black button-down was replaced by a white linen blouse. The buttons were left undone just enough to give a teasing view. Ethan thought for a moment and decided to drop the ambient temperature a few degrees. He saw Alexa's nipples peek through her thin shirt. For a moment, she looked down at her new outfit, confused. Was this the same outfit she put on this morning? Just as quickly, the dream logic washed over her. She shook her head as her brain settled into acceptance of the new reality. Still, as she walked across the restaurant floor, she was embarrassed by her scandalous choice of outfit. She looked downwards with shame, trying to avoid eye contact and tugging down on the hemline of her skirt in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty.

Alexa walked back to his table carrying the 1989 vintage Ethan had ordered and a crystal wine glass. She set it down and uncorked the wine, ready to pour into his glass. As she delicately poured the wine, Ethan drew a mental picture of himself giving her a sudden shove from behind. She stumbled forward mid-pour and reached out to the table to keep from falling. She knocked the glass to the floor, and wine spilled across the table and onto Ethan's lap. Immediately, her cheeks flushed red, and she stumbled over her words as she rushed to apologize. She quickly ran off to the kitchen and grabbed rags to begin wiping up the mess. Ethan decided to say nothing, instead loudly sighing and shooting a cold look of contempt and irritation.

She bent down to her hands and knees to wipe the floor. As she cleaned, she continued to apologize, "I cannot express how sorry I am that this happened, sir. It was completely my fault. I'll do anything I can to make it right. The rest of this bottle is on the house. I deeply apologize for my clumsiness, sir."