They both worked for a large company with offices all over the world. They met during business trips to various offices, since their primary locations were thousands of miles apart. Will was a flirt and a charmer, but too humble to appreciate the sparks he ignited in his female co-workers. If Lynn hadn't made the first move, it would never have happened. She was glad she made that move and felt fairly certain that it had been good for him too. A brief fling on a business trip and that was the end of it. Or so she thought. Their paths were to cross again, as she knew they would, but she assumed that it was one more notch on his bedpost and he had moved on.
This time, Lynn found herself in his town. Gentleman that he was, Will was there when she arrived, picking her up at the airport as he had done before.. Greeting her with a beaming smile and a hug he was genuinely pleased to see her. She knew he would be, but was trying to gauge just how pleased he was. He didn't let on that there was anything other than a fond friendship. She knew he wouldn't.
The flirting began almost immediately, but it remained relatively tame. Lynn tried not to let her disappointment show and would have done nothing to jeopardize their friendship or mutual respect for each other, but she wanted him with such hunger she could taste him. She and Will had kept in touch between business trips with email and instant messaging. They remained flirtatious, but she knew he had other women in his life to fill his needs.
The second night she was there, Will invited her out for dinner. A usual practice among colleagues and she expected to find their numerous co-workers sharing the table. But when she got there, he was already there and alone. They discussed work, life, books, etc, as usual, but finally the subject of sex emerged. She realized that he was still interested. Her whole body flushed at the thought and she was sure that he would misconstrue her heat as embarrassment and therefore, disinterest.
She had to let him know, so she told him flat out; "If there is any chance at all, that you still like what you see, I want you to know that I am up for anything," raising her eyebrow on the word anything.
His standard reply, "hmmmm, okay," left her feeling just as vulnerable as ever.
They said no more on the subject, and went back to talking about work. He had plans for the evening so they said goodbye after dinner with the ubiquitous assertion that they would see each other at work the next day.
She went back to the hotel, disappointed, but convinced that she had pegged him all along. Sitting at her desk, surfing the net, filling her needs through a fantasy world that she had become all too familiar with, she was greeted with an IM asking her what she was doing. She lied and said, reading email. He wanted to know if she had plans for the next night. It was a Friday. She admitted that she didn't, noting that she was planning on a day trip Saturday to visit friends in a nearby city that was an hour's drive away. Her heart leapt at the thought of what a Friday night might mean, but she tried not to get her hopes up. When Will told her that he was hoping they could get together, she asked what he meant by "get together." His only response was, you know, get together. She decided to risk it.
The next day when Lynn dressed for work, she did so with the intention of being prepared for that anything that she had promised him. She showed up looking as professional as always and made it through the day all the while feeling the passion of possibility rising in her. She and Will never let on that they had plans. Other co-workers asked her what she was doing and she threw off their invitations for a night out by saying that she had to get up early for her trip the next day. In a quiet moment, Will asked her what her room number was at the hotel. She gladly gave it to him, wishing she had brought an extra key for him. Once again she chastised herself for getting her hopes up. She was an attractive woman, but career driven and with a habit of pushing men aside, so her sex life was less than it could have been.
She hadn't been at the hotel more than 10 minutes when he came to the door. His soft knocks did not make her aware of how anxious Will was that she wouldn't be as pleased with him as she was during their last encounter. The idea of men having that kind of fragility never occurred to her, and he knew it. She let him in and Will was surprised to see she was still wearing her work suit. It was grey and fit her curves well. He found it very appealing to see a woman looking professional and yet somehow sexy at the same time. He commented that he thought she might have changed into something a little slinkier for him, as she had the last time they were alone together in a hotel room.
She laughed, relieved that it wasn't all in her head and said; "okay, then I'll change."
Turning her back to him she removed the dove grey jacket and leaned to put it over the back of a chair. He eyed the curve of her ass appreciatively as he watched her, remembering how firm it had felt in his hands. His loins were already stirring in anticipation. She was wearing a salmon coloured blouse under the jacket. The collar and cuffs had been visible all day, but now he noticed that they were darker then the rest of the blouse which seemed much more sheer. He didn't notice just how sheer until she stood up and turned towards him to reveal that it was completely see-through. It was also very tightly fitted and she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts were larger than he generally liked, but they were very perky for their size (and her age) and they strained at the blouse as though they might force themselves through the fabric on their own. The colour of the blouse showed off her tanned, olive-toned skin. He could see her nipples hardening in anticipation. He watched her heavy breathing swelling her chest. Her breasts strained the buttons of her blouse until they seemed ready to pop off.
