You were on a business trip to the UK, through some sheer coincidence to the city where I lived; we had finally arranged to meet one lunchtime. I was to pick you up from outside the conference center at 1 then we would go for lunch.
As I waited I sat in the car waiting nervous as hell, you walk out of the building and look round, I can't help but smile, you are dressed in a conservative business suit. Black jacket and Black trousers with a blue blouse. You spot my car and walk over. I get out of the car and walk over to you inviting you to get in, I open the door to let you in, you smile nervously at me then get into the car.
I get ready to drive you off for lunch. You turn in your seat and I get a lovely view of the top of your cleavage. You soft white mounds show just over the top of your blouse. You ask where we are going and I tell you for some lunch. We arrive at my house, you had thought we were going to a restaurant, but I can't pass up the opportunity to get you alone for an entire afternoon.
I get out of the car and move round to open the door and invite you in. You walk over to the door and I let you in, you walk into my front room, it's got quite a high ceiling, a comfy looking sofa and a small open fire. You take off your jacket and lie it neatly over one of the chairs.
I take you by the hand and offer to show you my house. I lead you through into the kitchen dining area. After that I show you my small back yard, with its sun lounger, high walls and a glassed over area in the back, almost like a summerhouse. I bring you back inside and show you my large bathroom with a nice large bath, and a luxurious shower.
I take your hand and lead you upstairs showing you the master bedroom, a large bed, king size, the room is large with two large built in wardrobes, the blue tint to the wallpaper and the blue netting match nicely. I show you the guest room and offer it to you if you were ever stuck here and something was wrong with your hotel. If you didn't want to stay with me, I smile a slightly cheeky smile. I lead you downstairs and sit you down at a prepared table; I sit a meal in front of you, and open a red wine, pouring you a glass.
We sit and chat politely, but I can't help my gaze straying to your beautiful breasts occasionally. You finish your first glass of wine and I pour you another, you are obviously beginning to relax, and our conversation turns a little more naughty. We discuss the stories we swapped and the photos and you blush crimson. I move round the table and clear the debris from the meal and put it into the dishwasher. I pour you another glass and lean down, your blushing but I gently turn your face towards me and lean down and kiss you.
You stand and press yourself against me and all the stories come flooding back to both of us. I can feel your breasts pressing against me and I feel the hot lust burning in both of us. I take your hand and lead you into the front room where I sit you down on the sofa. I kneel between your legs and slowly reach up to remove your blouse. I slowly begin unbuttoning from the bottom. As I move up to your breasts I am holding my breath as your blouse falls away. Your beautiful breasts are encased in a creamy lacy bra. I reach behind you to undo it. Unclasping your bra it falls away and you toss it to the other side of the room. I stare at your beautiful breasts and for the first time I can reach up and touch them, I do, my fingers tracing circles around your nipples, you shiver and moan softly.