It had been a surprisingly pleasant evening. Why surprisingly? Well, I must admit that the prospect of spending 'leisure' time in the company of my boss, Patricia, was something that I had found a little daunting. Not that Patricia wasn't good company, far from it. She was educated, intelligent, knowledgable and, it has to be said, attractive. Perhaps it was that attractiveness that made me uncomfortable, or was it just that I felt a little intimidated by the power that she seemed to exude. Either way, there was definitely something about her that made me feel a little awkward.
We were travelling together on business for a few days and were staying at a nice hotel near the airport. After our meetings with the client had been concluded in the late afternoon, we had both returned to the hotel, freshened up and gone down to the restaurant for a light meal. The conversation had, for the most part, stayed away from the subject of work. For that I was thankful, and had been feeling more relaxed as the evening had progressed.
I was seated in the hotel bar awaiting Patricia's return from 'powdering her nose'. It had been her suggestion that we have a quick drink before returning to our rooms. I glanced up as Patricia walked back towards the table. Several men in the bar also watched as she walked across the room, hardly surprising that she drew their attention. Patricia was in her mid thirties, but her figure and general appearance would have been the pride of a much younger woman, her thick, dark red hair encased a face with a stunning peaches'n'cream complexion. She was wearing her usual business attire of white blouse and black high heels, though I noticed that she had changed her black pencil skirt before dinner and was now wearing a black leather skirt that accentuated her figure and shapely legs. As she sat opposite me, I tried to change my train of thought, aware that I blush easily.
"What are you so lost in thought about?" She inquired with a raised eyebrow as she settled in to the chair. I smiled nervously and averted my eyes knowing that I must be wreaking of guilt.
"Oh, just thinking about tomorrow's meeting." I lied.
"For heaven's sake! You can take your mind off work for a few hours you know, I do permit it." She smiled before leaning across the table and gently patting my hand. I immediately felt the blood rush to my face as I smiled back, raising my glass to my lips more to hide my blushing cheeks than to take a sip. Patricia sat back in her chair as I attempted to regain control of my blood pressure. She looked directly into my eyes for a few seconds as if sizing me up. "Right come on, if it's worrying you that much then let's take these drinks back to my room and we can review the figures a final time." She immediately stood up, picked up her hand bag, and headed off in the direction of the lifts. Evidently, there was to be no discussion on the matter but that was Patricia all over. She wasn't a woman who was used to having to debate her decisions. I quickly picked up both of our drinks.
By the time I had caught up with her, she was already entering the lift. I followed her in, and she pressed the button for the 4th floor. As the lift doors closed I took in a deep breath. Her Gucci perfume was absolutely sublime, not too strong, but I found it deliciously decadent. We remained silent as the lift bell rang. The doors opened and Patricia strode out and turned down the corridor, I followed. A few steps behind Patricia, I couldn't help but take in her figure as she walked. Those high heels, the stocking clad legs, and her hips swaying in that leather skirt. "Steady" I told myself, "Those thoughts will not do your career one ounce of good!". Patricia stopped at the door to room 407 and took out her pass key from her bag. She swiped it, and the lock clicked open. "The papers are next to my case on the table" she said as the door closed behind me with a solid clunk of the lock. "I'll be with you in a minute" she added as she went into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
I knew the figures for tomorrow's sales meeting almost by heart and as I sat down in the chair and picked up the papers, I regretted having earlier made up the lie to cover my embarrassment. I glanced around the room. It was a lot bigger than mine, that wasn't a surprise. The heavy burgundy curtains were closed across the windows, the large king size bed had it's patchwork cover still in place to keep the linen clean, and everything was tidy. The thought only then crossed my mind that in my room my clothes had been flung all over the bed during my frantic attempts to find a clean tie for dinner. Thank God that Patricia was the complete opposite when it came to tidiness, how terribly embarrassing that would have been to find her lingerie strewn across the room! At that moment, the bathroom door opened on the far side of the room and Patricia came out. I glanced down at the papers in front me, pretending to be engrossed in them. She walked over to the table, picked up her drink and her briefcase and went over to the bed where she sat down, opening the briefcase beside her. She took out a folder and closed the case again, placing it on the floor. After a brief silence as we each studied our respective documents, Patricia looked up and enquired "I've got next month's forecasts here, do you think that you'll be able to meet them?".
"I'm not sure, actually I haven't had an opportunity to see them yet." I replied.
"Well, why don't you come over here and take your opportunity now?" She glanced up, to look directly at me. For a very brief moment my mind raced as I wondered if I'd heard her correctly. I quickly drew the conclusion that the innuendo was entirely accidental, and that my mind must be on paranoia overload. I was being simply ridiculous. I put the papers down and walked over to Patricia. I stood in front of her and put my hand out to receive the forecast documents but instead Patricia tapped her hand on the bed beside her without even looking up at me. In a hotel room, sitting beside my female boss on a bed, every fibre in my body was telling me that this was very wrong. Despite my concern, I sat down making sure that I left a good amount of personal space between us.
"What do you make of the second quarter estimates?" Patricia turned towards me and offered me a document. I took it and placed it in my lap, although I was being optimistic if I really thought that it was going to effectively hide the growing discomfort of my fast growing erection. It would have been difficult enough to make any sense of the figures without the fact that Patricia was leaning across to study them as they sat in my lap. I could feel her left arm behind my back, her hand planted on the bed right behind my backside, steadying herself as she leant against me, her breasts lightly pushed against my right arm. I tried to concentrate on the matter at hand but that perfume, the warmth of her leg against mine. Patricia broke the uncomfortable silence, pointing at the second column on the document, "These look a little... aggressive, don't you agree?". Her finger traced down the column on the paper, pressing against my thigh underneath.
"Um, well, I don't... I mean, that is, I'm not sure if... err". This was hopeless. I turned my head towards her. She returned the look as her finger continued it's inevitable course, the pressure being exerted was increasing all the time. I finally built up the courage to open my mouth to protest, but Patricia suddenly wrapped her right hand around the back of my head, pulled me towards her and kissed me deeply. I was caught between a sense of intense passionate relief and a terrible feeling of guilt, of throwing my career away. Patricia's warm tongue toyed with mine as I felt her hand move round to the front of my shoulder. Suddenly she pushed me backwards down onto the bed and in one quick movement, she was on top of me. It was at that point that the feelings of worry and guilt got the better of me and I gently pushed her shoulders upwards until she could no longer sustain her kissing.
