All characters are over the age of 21.
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Cliché. But true.
He saw the woman in the red dress across a crowded room and knew he had to get to meet her. It was a large trade association cocktail party. The room was jammed with two and three person clusters of sales people trying to impress potential customers with their social graces and credibility while only occasionally referring to their products.
Bill looked across the room trying to study the woman while still carrying on an intelligent 'soft sell' talk with a customer. He'd done some business with the man but not been able to close on the big sale. He had invested a lot of time with this customer and didn't want to blow his chances. On the other hand, he really wanted to ditch the guy and make his way across the room. For the moment he tried to talk sincerely while taking as many glances at the woman as possible.
It had been the long silky hair that had first caught his eye. He'd then seen that the hair was atop a tall well- built woman. Her red dress wasn't blatantly sexy but it did hug what seemed to be a very nice body. Further glances had confirmed her to be young and her face very attractive while also revealing that her body was stunning.
Bill's mind flashed through the various short hand terms used to describe a woman's body type such as skinny, swimmer, athletic, and the like. This woman's body didn't match those labels- it was simply 'fucking hot' to Bill. He laughed to himself at his crudeness and decided the more politically correct term might be 'voluptuous.' To Bill that meant that she wasn't skinny or fat- she had curves that looked like they'd be perfect for feeling and enjoying while having sex. It meant she had a large chest but not fake tits stuck on a stick-like body. Her lower body seemed trim but curvy. Her height was enough to carry her large chest and other curves without looking fat. Fucking hot.
While Bill couldn't get a good look at her legs through the crowd the few glimpses he had suggested her legs looked well shaped and long. He wanted to study her more from the waist down but there were simply too many bodies in front of her.
Combining her body traits with beautiful hair and a nice face made the woman seem perfect. She was Bill's dream girl; the imaginary women he frequently visualized when he masturbated. He really wanted to meet this woman. If he could eventually get her into his bed he'd be a happy man.
As he repeatedly stole glances at her Bill thought she might have noticed his attention. He was slightly embarrassed but also hopeful that perhaps she'd be receptive if he approached her.
Bill's conversation demanded a half minute of undivided attention. When he looked back across the room a minute later the red dress was gone. He scanned the room but couldn't find her.
A long few minutes later Bill was able to end his sales pitch and excuse himself. He made his way through the crowd searching for the red dress but it was nowhere to be found. That made the evening a bust even if some good sales eventually came from it.
Bill spent more time than he should the next day at the trade show looking for his dream girl. He walked the floor and checked those manning the booths several times but came up empty. He thought of the woman off and on for all day.
That night it was Bill's responsibility to host a dinner for some of his company's best customers. The dinner arrangements including restaurant selection and private dining room were left to Bill's assistant subject to his approval. She'd done well with the task for several years so Bill's involvement was minimal. Each year including the current one about three weeks before the trade show he'd select which companies were to be invited. He would personally extend the invitation to their VP of Sales with it being explained that two to four people could come and RSVPs should go to his assistant. Thus Bill knew which companies would attend but not the identity of the guests. Since he knew most of the purchasing agents there was usually only a face or two out of roughly 30 guests he didn't know.
He was therefore shocked and delighted to see his mystery woman enter their private dining room that evening. Her body looked even shapelier than he'd thought. Her chest looked very large on an otherwise fit but curvy body. As discretely as possible he watched the group she was with to determine if she was accompanying anyone in particular. He certainly couldn't hit on her if she was the wife of a customer's rep. Within a few minutes he guessed she was with a group of singles- no one seemed particularly attached to anyone else.
Bill went out of his way to casually move close to her and to then introduce himself. The woman identified herself as Missy Smith and gave her job title and area of responsibility.
After a brief exchange about the man with whom Bill had previously dealt with in her position, Missy said, "I saw you watching me last night. It looked like your tongue was hanging out; you wanted to meet me and hit on me, right? I believe the phrase is 'undressing me with your eyes'.
Bill blushed. He was speechless for the moment- having been shocked at her statement. How should he respond? He could deny everything but she'd know he was lying and there probably wasn't any good outcome if he started down that path.
At the other extreme he could agree that he'd been lusting for her but that might be too piggish and result in a slap or quick end to their conversation. A middle response seemed safer. Even though it sounded lame he said, "Well, I didn't mean to be creepy but you looked great and I was trying to remember if we'd ever met."
"I didn't say you were creepy. Inappropriate for a business gathering perhaps but I somewhat enjoyed being the subject of your stares."
