He had a reputation that preceded him. He was the youngest executive at 35 years old the organization ever promoted. He knew the business from janitors to the executive suite. He was friendly and genuinely wanted the best for his employees. He was attractive, chiseled from gym workouts, over six feet three inches, and spoke in well-educated English. He was also multilingual. There were other stories about him but I'm not one to share rumors.
I was an executive assistant and often traveled as part of an advance team for company expansion and site preparation. I am also in my mid 30s, tall, having degrees in engineering and organizational communication. My daily transactions have me interacting with him often.
Neither of us is married and never has been. Career seems to be both our common ground and we are well off in our career goals. Both of us have put our social lives on hold.
We were developing plans for a new facility, one that would triple our product saturation in three years. The facility was to be on par with large scale manufacturing with expansion capabilities when the need arrived. I was on a site trip away from our home office when I got the call.
The call was one that no one wants to receive; it was the call that changes everything. "There's been an accident. Fortner is dead."
Fortner was our chief executive and my boss. With the new level of turmoil in the company, several major projects went into a hold. I returned to HQ with my plan to see the company get over this hump. I knew there had been no executive transition plans developed and no one knew what to do. I had to get out of engineering mode and get into communication mode. I began drafting several communications for release and forwarded them.
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The dust began settling and it became clear to me that a coup was underway. Despite my connections, I was on my way out. Fortner protected me and his death changed the completion of everything. When they offered me a multimillion-dollar buy out, I took it.
Being suddenly financially secure meant new opportunities that I had not considered. I was in the news for a couple days as an example of a woman receiving equal treatment as men getting bought out. I decided it was time for me to take a couple years off from work and experience some of the things I missed when I was younger, like 33 is old.
I'd had the occasional boyfriend and a love interest or two; however, I never felt the need to pursue long-term relationships because I loved my job. That taken away made me realize that there is life after corporate America.
I made several careful investments that would begin paying handsome interest almost immediately. The decision made, I felt as though the universe began to conspire to make my decision happen. With just the necessary essentials, I began seeing life as something to live and enjoy.
I keep myself fit and I am the same size six I was as a senior in high school. My light brown hair shown almost blonde in the sun. My green eyes were clear. My past boyfriends told me I have a very kissable mouth. I am not busty, 34B, yet my breasts have not experienced gravity. I have a trim waist at 23, and hips at 35. I have trim legs from miles of jogging. I guess I would have to call myself attractive but never put a lot of time into making myself more so, now I was going to. I splurged for a professional make over.
My tidy little house was all I needed and I had no mind to change. My neighborhood was filled with people my own age, mostly married, and with children. A couple single men lived near by but, just as modern society would have it, I really only knew them by sight, not by name, or other personal details. I sought out neighbors to become better acquainted with and discovered how much I enjoyed having coffee with one or another in their homes or mine.
The time became right to introduce myself to the single men in the neighborhood. I hoped they wouldn't take offense to me being forward. One sunny afternoon, I was sunning myself on my small deck when I heard the doorbell chime. Since I was in a bikini, maybe too revealing, I slipped on my beach robe and answered the door.
One of my single male neighbors stood there with a potted plant and a bottle of wine. "Hi Stacy," he greeted me, "I am your neighbor Glen, a couple doors down. Hope you don't mind me barging in on you. I just felt it was about time one of us broke the ice."
I don't know if it was the afternoon sun warming me or his presence on my doorstep. The ice was not broken, it was melted. "Glen, please come in. I was just outside taking some sun on the deck. Come on through and join me."
As Glen entered, I noticed his physique. He was very fit and very much man from what I could tell from the slight bulge in his shorts. I couldn't remember the last time I was with a man; I became aware of my response as my nipples tightened and my pussy dampened.
A trip to the kitchen for ice and a bucket to chill the wine was my next stop. When I realized the plant he brought was a passionflower, I went weak. Wine on ice, two glasses in hand, we strolled to the deck.
I didn't want to remove my robe for fear he might think ill of me in a scant bikini. After all, I had been a corporate big shot and maybe the two were too opposites on the spectrum.
We chatted for a long time really getting to know each other and getting comfortable. Glen must have discovered that I was hiding myself in my robe when he mentioned, "I thought you said you were sunning. Hard to sun in a beach robe."
"I have only a bikini on under. I'm afraid you might think me being too open if I removed it." I tested the wine to learn if it was chilled enough for a first drink.
"Stacy," Glen began, "I hope I'm not making you uncomfortable."
I was uncomfortable but not for the same reason he thought. "No, not uncomfortable, just being polite. Have a glass of wine." I reached his glass to him and my robe parted slightly and my bikini-clad breasts came into his view. He noticed me as much as I had noticed him. I did not pull my robe closed.
The chilled wine and the warm sun were deeply relaxing as our conversation continued. Glen was one who could a conversation alive in a most wonderful way.
"I followed the business news that erupted after your bosses death. Sorry about how you were railroaded out. The business climate isn't very friendly any longer is it?"
My reply may have been unexpected, yet it was the truth as I finally came to believe it. "Pardon my vernacular, Glen, but fuck em all. I got a great buy out and don't need that world any longer. I'm discovering another world that always existed but wasn't for me, or so I thought. Chilled wine, warm conversation, and hot sun make for a nice environment."
My parted robe parted a bit more exposing more of my bikini top and breasts. The top barely covered my nipples and I was certain Glen noticed their aroused state. As he talked, he kept eye contact with me and I with him. Yes, we stole innocent glances but we were in no way being sexual.
"I'm glad you are satisfied with the outcome. I've wanted to get to know you better for some time, but always felt you were wedded to your work."
I smiled with my reply. "I was wedded to it, I just didn't know the divorce would come so soon and have such a happy ending. I mean, look at the outcome. I have an attractive neighbor visiting me on my deck with a bottle of chilled wine and nice potted passion flower as a centerpiece."
I began wondering if my passionflower was beginning to bloom. I know I was quickly getting in the mood. It didn't help that I noticed Glen was packing a weapon of mass delight in his shorts.
We drank more wine and relaxed even deeper. By now my robe was mostly open to the top of the bikini panty as our conversation shifted to funny things happening in the neighborhood. We laughed and chatted like old friends catching up.
"Glen," I started, "are you involved with anyone, dating? You know what I mean."
Smiling, Glen answered with, "No. However present company included, I would like to get involved. Can we go out for a dinner sometime, and maybe a show?"
