I flipped off my computer and began to gather my things when a ringing phone startled me. It was Friday afternoon, and I was doing my best to slip out unnoticed.
I checked the caller ID on the phone and looked over at David, another college student spending his summer behind a computer. "Shit, it’s Nicole," I said. "What the fuck does she want now? I know everything is working."
David and I had spent the last few weeks busting our butts on a huge project. After reworking parts of it several times, we were looking forward to a much-needed break. Our plan was to get out and find the nearest bar that would accept my fake ID. I was still a couple of months away from being "legal", but that had never stopped me from getting bombed before, and it wasn't about to.
Hesitantly, I answered the phone. "Hey, can you come to my office for a few minutes?" asked Nicole in her familiar raspy voice. "I need to talk to you about a few things." I wasn't happy about it, but I agreed, after all, she was a manager, and what other choice did I have.
Under normal circumstances, I was never happy to be called to a managers office, but Nicole Murphy was different. Even though she was 8 years older than me, she had a way of talking to people that made you feel like she was your best friend, regardless of your age or position. It also didn't hurt that she was rather attractive. Still, part of me was certain that she had found something wrong with the project, and it was going to ruin my plans for the afternoon. Cursing myself for not getting out of there quicker, I headed to her office.
Nicole was standing outside the door talking to her secretary when I walked up. "Hey, come on in," she said immediately. My attitude must have been evident, because as I followed her to the office she added, "Don't worry, it's nothing bad. Well, at least I don't think it is." As she walked around her desk, I couldn't help ogling her body. It wasn’t the first time I had fantasized about the body beneath those designer outfits. She was average height with a slim, athletic looking body. I knew by just by looking at it that her straight, sun streaked brown hair would feel like silk to the touch. Her big brown eyes and button nose helped to accentuate her pretty face. She stood behind her desk, wearing a dark blue button down shirt, and a pair of khaki pants that may have been painted on her long legs. Her shirt was unbuttoned just enough to be suggestive, and as she sat down I caught a glimpse of a frilly white bra. I felt a familiar stirring in my pants, and I knew that I would be thinking about Nicole’s tight little body the next time I had sex, and not for the first time.
I took a seat, and tried to clear my mind. It would be hard to avoid embarrassment if I got a hard on while talking with a manager. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about her round, perky breasts, and what it would be like to taste them. Desperation started to set in, and I cleared my mind the only way I knew how, by focusing on the large diamond ring and golden wedding band on her left hand.
"Listen, this won't take long," she began. "I know you are probably eager to get out of here and blow off some steam, right?" I quickly agreed, and I was glad to hear her say that. "I bet you'll be doing some drinking tonight."
"Of course not," I responded, "I'm only twenty."
"It hasn't been that long since I finished school," she said with a laugh. "Anyway, here is the deal. You did a lot of great work on this project, and I'm sure it's going to be a success." I thanked her for the complement before she continued. "Next week, I'm going to California to present this thing, the problem is, my background is business, and I'm having trouble with some of the detailed technical aspects."
"Okay," I said, wishing she would get to the point. I could hear the warm sun and the cold beer calling my name.
"We can't spare another full time employee, so Stan told me to take one of the interns." Stan was the head of our office. "This is your choice, since it's not in your job description, but I would like you to fly to California with me Wednesday to help with the presentation. Of course, the company pays for everything while we are there. So what do you think?"
Personally, I wasn't too excited about the opportunity. I could think of much better ways to spend my week then hanging out with a bunch of company big shots, but at the same time, I knew it would make a good impression, and make it a lot easier to get a job with them again next summer. I agreed to go with her, and we quickly discussed the arrangements. Afterwards, I quickly found David, and we went out to debauch ourselves.
* * * * *
The time between our meeting and our departure date went by rather quickly, and was uneventful. I wasn't dating anyone regularly at the time, but neither was my nymphomaniac roommate, Elisa. We spent the majority of the weekend between the sheets, and I tried my best not to call her Nicole when I climaxed. By the end of the weekend, I was feeling relaxed, and ready for the big presentation.
Nicole and I flew to California as planned. On the plane, we talked casually about our lives. Nicole was great at making people feel comfortable around her. I'm sure that's why she had such an important job at a young age. The company set us up with separate rooms in a nice hotel. Each of our rooms had a bedroom, bathroom, and small foyer area with a television and some furniture. We ate dinner, and went to bed early.
The next day flew by, and the presentation went remarkably well. Everyone at the meeting was very impressed with the strategies Nicole had come up with, and the work David and I had done implementing them. At the end of the day, my boss and I decided to go out to dinner and celebrate. We found a small Mexican restaurant where we dines, and drank excessively. By the time we caught a cab back to the hotel, we were like old friends, speaking openly and joking with one another.
As we took the elevator up to our rooms, Nicole began to talk. It was obvious that she was a little tipsy, but she wasn't seriously drunk. "Changing time zones has me all fucked up," she said. I was a little surprised. I had heard her use profanity on several occasions, but nothing as strong as the "F" word. "I'm not tired at all," she continued, "Do you want to come over and see what's on TV? Maybe order some drinks from room service?"
"I think we've done enough drinking tonight," I answered. "We still have that luncheon tomorrow before we fly home, and even though it's not 'til noon, I don't want to be hung over for it."
"Alright," she said. "You want to watch TV though? Maybe rent a movie...the company's paying for it after all." I told her it sounded like a great idea, and followed Nicole to her room. I took my coat off, loosened my tie, and took a seat next to her on the couch. After flipping through the movie channels, we decided to watch "Dangerous Liaisons" on HBO rather than renting a movie. I had seen it before, but didn't mind watching it again. We were chatting and watching the movie when a thought popped into my head.
"Why don't women dress like that anymore?" I asked without thinking. I was referring to the period costumes the actresses wore which pushed their breasts up, and almost out of their dresses.
"Well, if you want, you can take a cab down Sunset and see plenty of hookers with boobs hanging out," she answered. Again, I was shocked by Nicole's language. We were definitely feeling very open and comfortable in each other's company now. "Besides," she continued. "Women today can be sexier. All those girls did was expose their chest. Today, we can be more subtle, and still sexy."
"I don't know that I agree with that," I responded.
"C'mon," she began, "Take what I'm wearing." She stood up in front of me. "It's very professional, and acceptable at work, but still sexy. Don't you agree?" She stood in front of me for a second, posing a bit. Nicole was wearing a nice navy blue suit, with a long sleeved top that came down in the center to hint at her cleavage. The matching skirt was incredibly short, and I wondered why I hadn't noticed earlier. Her long brown hair was pinned up, and she wore nude stockings on her long legs. A pair of matching heels finished the ensemble. At once, I as overwhelmed by the beauty of this older woman.
"Yes," I answered. "It is sexy....I would say very sexy." For a second, everything seemed to stop. Although the movie played on, I didn't hear a thing. Our eyes locked, and the room was suddenly filled with a sexual tension that was obvious to both of us. Nicole mumbled something I didn't notice to try and defuse the moment, and sat back down on the couch.