I met Sonia, a statuesque red head with a spectacular figure, through mutual friends while working in Chicago.
She was in her very early thirties, and an assertive, confident investment banker by profession. For those familiar with the industry she was probably four years out of business school, and had just made "Vice President" which is a sort of mid-level seniority. Not yet a "master of the universe", but steadily making her way up the greasy pole.
When we originally met I knew she had a serious boyfriend, and became engaged shortly afterwards so, although I found her very attractive, I didn't pay her much attention except in a polite, platonic, friendly way.
However one evening when we had just finished a night out with friends, and the others had dispersed, we were waiting on the sidewalk as I was chivalrously trying to get her a cab before heading home myself. We finally flagged one down and, as it pulled into the kerb, she suddenly pulled me towards her and kissed me on the mouth.
I was so surprised that I didn't know how to react. This may sound stupid, but I had her filed so firmly in the "long term boyfriend, therefore not available" category that it hadn't even occurred to me that she might find me attractive.
Although at the time I was single, I am generally a kind of a serial monogamist, so I genuinely find it difficult to understand why someone who is in a long term relationship (and I think she was actually engaged by this point) would suddenly lunge at one of her male friends. I am not judging, I simply don't think like that - probably just lack imagination!
After the kiss she stepped back, looked me straight in the eye, and said "that was nice."
Then, with a grin she jumped into the cab and, as it moved off, she stuck her head out of the window and shouted "call me" before disappearing into the night, leaving me staring dumbly after her.
I didn't have her number, so a few days later I had to get it, I hoped discreetly, from the mutual friend who had originally introduced us.
I was busy at work, and also a bit confused, so it wasn't until later the following week that I plucked up courage to call her at her office.
She answered professionally initially, and then, when she realised who was calling, she asked me to hold for a moment as she moved to somewhere more private, presumably an empty office.
"You took your time!" she teased. "Good to hear from you".
We chatted a bit and arranged to meet for a drink at the weekend. She didn't even mention her fiancé. I couldn't quite work out what her agenda was (and, yes, I do realise I am a bit slow!).
On Saturday she met me at my office around 6pm (I also worked in finance, so hours were pretty long and Saturday working was standard).
When she turned up at the reception of my office building I was slightly less unclear as to her agenda. She was wearing a tight black leather skirt, white t-shirt/body and a black leather jacket. Her long red hair was loose and flowing down her back.
She looked fantastic, and very classy - re-reading my description of her outfit I realise it could sound as if it was a bit tacky, but quite the opposite, the outfit was understated, sophisticated, and very sexy. Not an easy thing to pull off, but she had nailed it.
It was clear that others thought so too, as a couple of my colleagues who were also in the lobby gave me a knowing, raised eyebrow, look. However, I take more convincing and still wasn't 100% sure whether I was on a "date" or not.
I greeted her with a friendly double kiss "you look amazing - what's the occasion!?"
" We'll have to see won't we!!" she replied with a cheeky smile.
We went off to a bar to have some martinis - in my opinion America's crowning cultural achievement (although I realise this may be a controversial opinion, and I am prepared to hear opposing arguments in favour of the Peanut M&M).
We started into the martinis and after the third Sonia reminded me of Dorothy Parker's famous aphorism about four martinis...
"So who is the host I replied?" finally getting the message loud and clear.
"Well, if we go back to your place, you will be!" she responded looking me directly in the eye.
That was sufficiently unambiguous even for me "I think we should go" I said smiling, but also nervous. Heart beating fast, butterflies in my stomach "One more for the road?"
"Well that would make four..." she replied pointedly.
" Quite!" I responded.
The drinks came and we snuggled up together in our booth. Her hip pressed against mine, her hand straying to my arm, my leg as she emphasised various points she was making.
We left the bar and started to walk back to my apartment, which wasn't far away. She walked close and her hip bumped repeatedly against mine. She slipped her arm around my waist and pulled in close. I put my arm over her shoulders and did the same. With the hand that was not around my waist she reached up and took the hand that was around her shoulder, and gently but firmly pulled it down so it was resting on her right breast. As I think I have mentioned, she had a spectacular figure - I was to find out later she was a 34E - and I took the weight of her breast in my hand, massaging it gently. She nestled in closer and said "hmm, that's nice".
We walked like this the few minutes back to my building, and went up in the elevator to my 10th floor apartment.
We entered my apartment, which she knew, having been there a number of times previously with groups of people, but this was the first time she had been there alone with me.
Suddenly there was a slight awkwardness as to what to do next. For once I was smart enough to take the initiative and slipped my arms around her waist under the leather jacket and pulled her in to me for a kiss. I felt her magnificent breasts squash into my chest as I leant down to meet her offered lips.
She was tall, probably 5'9" or so, and in her "fuck me" heels she must have been nudging six feet. Still a few inches shorter than I, but the height differential worked pretty well.
As we kissed, our tongues entwined, exploring each others' mouths, and I took my left hand from her waist and put it behind her neck to pull her into me harder. Her groin rubbed against mine and she moaned gently as she relaxed into the embrace and also felt my cock hardening into her crotch.
I slipped off her leather jacket and threw it onto a nearby chair. I then unzipped her leather skirt and let it fall to the floor. Now I could see that the t-shirt was indeed a "body", cut very high around the legs and hips and with a thong back, completely exposing her magnificent arse.
I continued to undress her, enjoying the dynamic of my remaining fully clothed while she was, increasingly, naked. I kissed down the side of her neck onto her shoulders and then down to the tops of her breasts. As I kissed further down to the fabric of the body I slipped it off her shoulders and pulled the top down to her waist, exposing her breasts that were supported by a lacy silk bra.
