I waited patiently in the flat in Marylebone that doubles as a part-time office. Kathryn was due to arrive shortly for an interview. I had known her for many years and we were both aware of the mutual attraction -- an animal magnetism that was, at times, absolutely irresistible but which was blended with a deep adoration and genuine respect.
It was at a rugby match the previous weekend when Kathryn suggested that she could undertake some secretarial work for me when I worked at the Marylebone office. We had laughed and I said that we would never get any work done but that we should at least interview the following Thursday. She would be travelling up by train and would arrive shortly. She had intrigued me by saying that she would 'dress to thrill'. I wondered whether she would fulfil this promise.
The buzzer sounded and I pushed the button to let her in to the flats. I met her at the door of my flat and noticed immediately that she looked hazy-eyed and slightly flushed. I leaned forward to give her a greeting kiss on the cheek and received a very pleasant surprise -- she gave me a full, deep and very passionate kiss that lasted for what seemed like forever. Her hands were roaming over my body and I responded in kind. She was wearing a two-piece work suit of jacket and skirt. As I caressed her delightful arse with my right hand, I felt a solid ridge running down from her waist and disappearing between her buttocks. I was intrigued.
Kathryn knew what I had felt and explained, slightly breathlessly. She had dressed in a way that she knew I would adore. She was braless beneath the silken blouse and jacket and the motion of the train had caused a constant friction on her highly sensitive nipples, to the point of severe arousal. This was not all -- what I had felt was a very special thong with just a line of pearls running between her legs. She was wearing black hold-ups and so under the skirt was naked except for the pearls. These were positioned so that they were pulled right against her clitoris. With the constant friction on her nipples, Kathryn was extremely aroused and wet. The pearls slid against her clitoris when she moved her legs or walked. It was bearable on the train but the five minute walk from Marylebone train station had brought her to the very edge of orgasm. She confessed that, as she climbed the five stairs up to my flat, she though she was going to come. This was why she had been breathless when she got to the door of the flat and randy as hell.