Timing. It was always about timing, Sandy thought, as she sat at her desk working on her calendar. It was the week before Valentine's Day, and although she had a date with her husband whom she loved dearly, he wasn't the man she knew she should be with. Since it was just past noon, which meant everyone was out grabbing lunch, Sandy gave herself a few minutes to stretch out and spend some time with her memories. Closing her eyes, she thought about Richard, as she'd done for years.
She met Richard when she was still in her early 20s and working at her first serious job at a real design house. It didn't take long for her to fall in love with him. He was funny, spontaneous, and a wonderful help to Sandy as she learned all about the business. The only problem was Richard was married, and his wife was a bitch who accused him of cheating, even though he never did. Sandy flirted shamelessly with Richard, and since they spent a lot of time together running out to see clients or working on projects off-site at the design center, she thought she could convince him to sleep with her. Even though the sexual innuendos flew between them like fastballs, it just never happened because Richard was honest and dedicated to his marriage. Sandy both hated him and loved him for that. The funny thing was, all her co-workers swore they were sleeping together because they all saw the chemistry between them; but the harder Sandy protested, the more insistent they were. Richard always shrugged it off; let them talk, he said; he and Sandy knew the truth.
The day Sandy found out Richard was leaving to take a new position at a more prestigious firm, she cried for weeks. Sandy felt they belonged together, and Richard's leaving meant it would never happen. Ironically, Richard's last day was February 14th, Valentine's Day, and when they parted, Richard promised he would see her again someday; that their friendship was something he cherished, and he would never forget her. That night, Sandy went home and drank herself to sleep; not one of her favorite Valentine's Day memories.
A few years later, Richard called Sandy and told her he was going into business for himself, and wanted her to be part of his team. Without a second thought, Sandy quit and joined Richard, who upped both her position and her salary. By this time, Sandy was engaged to Eric, and thought she was over Richard. But when they started working together again, the sexual chemistry came right back, along with the innuendos and the playfulness, which meant Sandy had to spend a fair amount of energy pushing her feelings out of her heart and mind; she was engaged, and Richard was still married.
The day she and Eric were painting the kitchen in their first home days before the wedding, the phone call came that Sandy would never forget. Richard called to say his wife had run off to Italy, and then called him and said she wanted a divorce because she found someone else. Richard was devastated, and Sandy's heart sank, because she knew she was with Eric and couldn't leave him for Richard, even though she should have. Once again, bad timing reared its ugly head.
Sandy enjoyed working with and for Richard, and they both became successful design consultants. They were well known in the industry for their professionalism, sense of humor, and willingness to tackle the tough jobs no one else wanted. It was a reputation hard earned.
Sandy maintained her fantasies about Richard, even after she was married to Eric and Richard remarried to Jessica, but she loved dreaming up ideas where and how she would seduce him, because she believed it would happen eventually. She felt she knew every inch of his muscular body since she'd dreamed about it so much, even though she'd never seen anything more than his bare chest. Richard wasn't model pretty, but his soft green eyes, round face, and amazing smile melted her every time she looked at him. And Sandy knew her huge tits kept Richard's eyes entertained on many occasions. Her dark brown hair over the years switched between shoulder length and twice that, because she knew Richard liked it longer. In fact, she felt she knew Richard better than anyone else, including Eric, and Richard felt he knew her better than any other woman, as well. They truly belonged together, but life—and timing—being what it is, wasn't letting that happen.
Sandy heard noises outside her office, and when she glanced at the clock, it was almost 1:00 p.m.! So much for lunch, Sandy thought. She had work to do, and she and Richard had a meeting in a few hours, which meant reminiscing time was over.
Just as Sandy was heading up the hall to Richard's office, he was walking out to greet her. "Sandy," Richard said, grabbing her arm and turning her back down the hall toward her office. "Let's go back to your office and check your calendar. I just got a phone call that may turn into the biggest account we've ever had. We need to fly to New York next week to meet with the clients."
In her office, Sandy and Richard figured out that they'd have to leave on Sunday to get to New York and prepare for Tuesday's meeting. They could fly home on the 15th, or, Sandy thought, she just might take a few days' vacation and spend the time shopping in the city, one of her favorite places to visit. "You know this means we'll be gone over Valentine's Day, don't you? Will Jessica be angry?" Sandy asked.
"I hope not; especially if we get this account," said Richard. "Then she and I could go to Hawaii for a few weeks before we knuckle down to work on the project. But how about Eric? Will he be mad you're spending the most romantic day of the year with another man?" Richard grinned.
"Yeah, right," Sandy laughed. "Eric doesn't have a jealous bone in his body, which pisses me off sometimes, but he knows we've been friends for years and nothing has ever happened; plus he understands that we have to travel sometimes to do our jobs, and, let's face it, he's not all that romantic anyway," Sandy replied, glancing out the window, averting her eyes from Richard, knowing that he was one of the most romantic men she'd ever known, judging by the wonderful things he did for his first wife, as well as Jessica, whom Sandy at least liked better than the first bitch.
Because she was going away with Richard, as well as spending Valentine's Day with him, Sandy spent the rest of the week in a great mood. Even though she knew nothing would happen between them sexually, she was thrilled to have him to herself for so much time. The five-hour flight to New York—first-class accommodations, thank you, Richard—was something she was looking forward to. Just sitting next to him made her happy.
Sandy took that Friday off before the big weekend. She wanted to spend a lot of money on clothes and lingerie, even if it was just to make herself feel good. Sandy, like any reasonable woman, loved shopping, and the only trouble she ever had was finding tops to fit over her large chest. After an all-day buying spree, where she spent way too much money, Sandy was thrilled with her purchases. She found a great turquoise cashmere sweater that complimented her brown eyes perfectly, hugged her size 8 body, and really emphasized her size 36D breasts, which she knew was her best feature next to her long, dark hair. Men couldn't stop staring, and even her husband Eric, whose lack of sexual interest annoyed Sandy, enjoyed them now and then. Sandy even bought a beautiful matching demi bra and panties to wear underneath, which made her feel sexy. A tight gray pencil skirt and 3-inch Stuart Weitzman pumps that set her back more than her first paycheck so many years ago would make her a stunner for the meeting.
She also bought a beautiful dinner dress, since she knew Richard would take her out the 14th because it was the gentlemanly thing to do, romance or no romance. As a matter of fact, she overheard him tell his secretary to book a dinner reservation at The Rainbow Room, one of her favorite spots in the city. The views are stunning, and she felt like high society every time she dined there.
When Sunday morning came, Richard showed up with the hired limo and off they went to the airport. Eric was still sleeping, so she gave him a quick peck before hurrying out the door.
When Sandy checked into her suite at the Waldorf Astoria—another surprise from Richard—she kicked off her shoes, laid on the bed, and thought about the wonderful flight with free-flowing champagne, the long talks about life and love—and sex—she and Richard shared, and what the plan of attack was for this client they needed to win over. Sandy was still a bit drunk—champagne will do it every time—and somewhat horny. She took off her pants, and as she fantasized for the millionth time about Richard, her hand wandered down to her pussy, which was instantly wet, and had been the entire five-hour flight. She slowly slid her fingers up and down her slit, as her nipples hardened from the sensation, as well as from the cool breeze coming through the open window. She thought about Richard's body, and his story of college when he slept with a sister one night and did the other sister the next night. She spread her juices all around her pussy lips, then settled her finger just above her clit, stroking it, circling it, pretending it was Richard's tongue working her into ecstasy. Just as she was about to come, the phone rang. Cursing, she stopped and answered it, knowing it had to be Richard.
