This is story #25 of my series about my post-marital sexual journey. Read the first story (Babysitter Lauren) or my profile, for any background needed. You may see references to prior stories/people, but for the most part each story stands on its own.
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Angela
I had left my prior job sometime in 2010, about four years prior to the events of this story. I was a partner at the time, and one of the associates working there was a tall, leggy brunette. Her hair was black actually, if that's still a brunette, I don't know.
Her name was Angela, and though she was nice and very smart, she was a bit off. I don't mean like retarded of course, just very strange in her demeanor. Quiet but not shy, kept to herself mostly but would have a nice conversation with you, but usually you'd have to start it. A little dark is how you might have described her then.
She was built like a brick shithouse. Curvy, tall, big boobs, wide hips and a nice round ass that stuck out a bit.
Angela had two kids during the period of time that I worked with her, and they made her body thicker, her ass bigger and rounder, but she carried it well. I had met her husband a couple times at firm functions. Nothing special about him, a regular joe.
On social media, she was very active. Posted about everything she did and everything she ate, everywhere she went, with her kids and otherwise. Had her life very out in the open.
I was smart enough not to hit on the associates and staff, though Angela and I would flirt occasionally, nothing overt, and usually started by her. She'd say something like, "Is it hot in here, or is it you?" to me.
It was a small firm and everyone was pretty friendly, but you still had to be careful, so I might answer with something like, "well, it's definitely one of us."
After I left the firm in 2010, a year or so later, Angela started posting some very dark things, and it was obvious that she and her husband had split up. Lots of posts about honesty and deception and being a strong woman and single mother etc. Why people don't keep this shit to themselves, I'll never understand.
She also changed her look. Everything went black - clothes, nail polish, makeup. Strange for a mother and professional to go "goth."
Anyway, a few years after that, I was invited to the retirement party of the firm's founding member. I left on good terms and still kept in touch with upper management and the big hitters, so it wasn't surprising that I got invited.
The event was being held at a country club at which the company had a corporate membership, a place that the partners knew well as they all spent time there golfing and dining and schmoozing clients. It was business casual dress, so I wore some casual dress pants, golf shirt and a blazer.
Angela was a partner by now, and she must have missed the memo or had a different definition of business casual. She wore the tightest black leather pants I'd ever seen, and a low-cut top with her tits absolutely threatening to spill out, along with stiletto heels. Her ass looked big and amazing in those pants, and she was no doubt the unspoken star of the show.
Everyone had a few drinks and loosened up, and I spent a lot of time catching up with old friends and former colleagues. Just about everyone I spoke with had a comment about Angela, mostly along the lines of, "can you believe she wore that?"
One woman said to me, "Boy that Angela is a curvy one, and she owns it too!"
