Author's note-This story is about 90% true, there are a few added details to make it easier to read, but this is pretty much how it happened.
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We were a couple for almost a year, both of us mid to late twenties working for a nationwide retail specialty store chain. It was a fun and busy time in my life, I was living in Manhattan and enjoying being a single guy in an industry dominated by very fashionable women. She was a district manager of a few stores over the bridge in New Jersey. We met at a company annual sales convention, she was quite flattered by the attentions of senior buyer for the chain at the opening night cocktail reception, I was quite intrigued by her incredible strawberry blonde hair and thin, shapely figure. We ended up in my hotel room bed that first night.
Pretty much everyone thought Kim and I were an odd couple. I was tall (6'2") and had a thin athletic frame, with a preppy Irish look to me. I wore Brooks Brothers suits with tassle loafers and came from a prestigious northeastern university. I liked my preppy aloof image, I liked it a lot. I was in to sailing, theater, collecting wine, playing golf...I loved the NYC restaurant scene. I was just one huge stereotype right out of the preppy handbook, and in retrospect was pretty impressed with myself.
Kim couldn't have been more different. Kim was sincere and very kind, she loved animals and small children and was close to her family. She had grown up just south of the Mason Dixon line, and had worked hard to get through a two year community college. She was smarter than she thought she was, she had good street smarts. But she was what she was, a pleasant girl who was more impressed by nice cars and a good chain restaurant than fine wine and the theater. But, what Kim did have was a great body. About 5'6", the beautiful hair was about shoulder length, on a slender frame with a great pair of 34B tits. They sat up high and proud, with a set of beautiful smallish pink nipples that stiffened oh so nicely. She had a gorgeously shaped ass that she preferred to keep tightly encased in a pair of broken in jeans. Kim had a narrow face that was average, not one you would pick out in a crowd, but oh, that body.
The night we met was a crowded gathering, and almost everyone there knew only three or four people from their local sales region, and pretty much stuck together. Kim and I had struck up an easy rapport over the phone in my year with the company, though we had never met in person. One of my assistant buyers had pointed her out early in the evening in the midst of the 'Jersey girls' as we referred to the store management team in her district. I spent the early part of the evening working my way through the room, introducing myself around and enjoying the deference and fawning that was standard from store personal for senior managers from headquarters, but purposely starting at the opposite side of the reception from Kim's group. When I noticed most of Kim's group of girls duck out to the outdoor patio smoking area I adjusted course.
I introduced myself to Kim with a feigned ignorance of who she was, and acted convincingly surprised that it was her, that we finally met after only talking on the phone. She smiled warmly if a bit nervously, saying she everyone knows who I am. We were only able to chat for a few minutes before her entourage returned from the patio and she did introductions all around. I made an excuse that I needed to meet some more people before the reception ended, but made a point of asking Kim in my most professional tone if we could catch up again before the evening was done to discuss a few things.
The reception ended about an hour later, and the crowd dispersed pretty quickly as most of the crowd was pretty anxious to get out in to the Manhattan night with what little spare time they would have that week. I was caught up in conversation in the emptying ballroom with one of the buyers who worked for me, but could see Kim lingering at a distance waiting for me to be free. I dragged out the conversation a bit, making her wait. Finally we finished up, and I made a bit of process of gathering some of my things. Kim made a cautious path to me and asked if I still needed to speak to her. I acted as if I had forgotten, but was gracious in thanking her for reminding me, and suggested we move to the gorgeous piano bar for a glass of wine while we talked. Two glasses of wine later Kim was following me back to my room.
Kim and I had a pleasant relationship in the time we were together. She was very nice, and doted on me when we saw each other. We both loved to ski, in hindsight that common interest made our relationship last about twice as long as it really should have. Our relationship was pretty much restricted to weekends by the distance between her central New Jersey home and my Manhattan apartment. So my week nights were free to chase the ultra fashionable, prep school city girls that always caught my eye. I think you know the type...tall, stick thin with perfect straight hair, small boobs and a credit card balance at every fashionable store in the city. But mostly what kept us together, at least from my perspective, was the sex. Kim had an absolute killer body, but she coupled that with being an insatiable athlete in the bedroom. She was creative and totally uninhibited, and could go for hours. She loved to try many different positions, could give a world class blowjob, and was ready, willing and able 24/ 7. She loved to please, and knew her body could give a man intense pleasure. She would playfully pout when I begged off, saying I just couldn't go a third or fourth time, and was sore and chafed by Monday morning from a full weekend of multiple times per day screwing. Kim knew she was great in bed, but her humble nature would never let her think to use that to her advantage outside the bedroom, in her mind that is just what her partner deserved. Even after our relationship was winding down, we never really had a singular breakup moment, I went back for more several times even though I knew I was using her and she deserved better.
Ten years later Kim and I had long since moved on with our lives. I had moved away shortly after we broke up, and eventually she met her future husband and moved as well. My career had taken off, and I was regularly criss crossing the country for work. I really didn't even think of her very often, though my memory of her was that she had been an aberration in my dating history. I thought of her warmly because she was such a nice person, but she wasn't very sophisticated. She liked her jeans with heels, couldn't debate world politics, and preferred rum and coke to a nice Pinot Noir. But mostly she was a distant memory.
