.........I turned around with a small smile in the voice's direction, growing a
little as I took her in. Man, she was gorgeous. The classical
hourglass form covered in a smart skirt suit, her brown hair clasped in
a bun on the top. Eyes you could stare into for hours. I felt myself
doing just that, self-conscious as she waited for my answer. I told her
what I had, and she ordered the same from the bartender.
I'm not ugly, but neither am I a 'hunk'. It felt good having a woman
approach me in a bar. We talked about plastics, laughed together about
the foibles of some of the presenters, and shared trivialities. I
glanced at the clock. It was two hours since I walked in, and it felt
like two minutes. But tomorrow's day was going to be another long one.
I finished off my drink, and smiled apologetically in preparation to
make my departure. Instead, she said she had some samples she wanted me
to look over, and wouldn't it be quieter somewhere else - my room,
perhaps?
Yeah right. Like I was going to say no.
I paid both of our bar tabs and led the way back to the elevators and
my room. One good thing about my company, they're willing to spring for
comfort. I had a small suite all to myself, a sitting room branched off
the bedroom. I let her in, and mixed up something light at the wet bar
after dropping my tie and jacket on the bed.
About that time, I realized that she hadn't brought anything up with
her besides her purse. So much for looking at samples. We talked some
more, about nothing in particular, and we moved into the sitting room.
Placing her drink on the table, she looked at me for a long time with a
sly smile, not talking. I wasn't sure what she had in mind, but I
didn't have to wait long to find out.
She sat me down on the couch, telling me to not move unless she moved
me or told me to. Not sure where this was leading, I said I would.
With a coy smile, she moved away from me.
She stood before me in a skirt suit and silk blouse with a sultry look
on her face. Her hands went to the buttons on her jacket, and slowly
unbuttoned them one by one. She never once took her eyes from my face.
I remained where I was sitting on the couch.
She pulled the jacket open as she arched her back. The jacket slid off
her shoulders and to the ground as her chest pushed forward. Hands
reached up to unfasten her bun, and with a slow head shake freed her
long brown hair. The clasp joined her jacket. Not one word was spoken
as she tugged the blouse out of her skirt.
I didn't think she could arch her back any further while standing, but
I was wrong. Arms crossed across to pull the blouse up and off,
exposing the mounds of flesh barely being supported by white satin. She
was already aroused, the mountains capped with hardened pearls. With a
zip, her skirt followed the pattern of her other clothing, falling to
the floor.........
