ALL CHARACTERS ARE ARE OLDER THAN 18!!!
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In my mid 20s, I was charming, handsome and virile. I was 6' 2" and 180 lbs of lean muscle. My dark brown hair was cut asymmetrically with a hard part on one side and blended on the other. I was well tanned and a hard worker. I was able to get pretty much any woman that I pleased.
I started off by dating gorgeous, perfectly built women; blondes, brunettes, redheads. Most were nice, some boring, some full of themselves and some just plain crazy. Maybe it was me, but the common thread with all these women were the sex was boring as fuck. They figured since they were pretty they could just lay there, with their legs spread and take whatever was given. I tried romance, foreplay, role playing; anything to spice it up. None of them seemed that into any of it. They were happy with the boring sex, occasionally having an orgasm here or there. For me, it felt more like I was performing a bodily function. Like taking shits only pleasurable ones at that. I know I know, how dare I complain. But seriously, if screwing a gal has as much passion as going to the dentist what's the point.
Then I had a chance encounter with a co-worker Stella. She was a lovely woman in her late 30s from the midwest, brown hair, big round eyes, olive skin and nice but plain features. She had a voluptuous body but was by no means heavy. She spent a few months at our facility and I had to work closely with her. I enjoyed her company and she made me laugh with her teasing jokes and funny ways. We grew to be very close friends.
Some co-workers and I would take her out to show her the town so she wouldn't get lonely here by herself. She was no longer married as her husband had passed away a few years earlier but had two girls at home. She missed them terribly of course. They stayed with their grandparents when she had to travel for business.
One Friday she hopped into my cubicle and sat across from me. Her lovely full breasts jiggled as she sat. "Hi Max!" She said in a sing-song manner, "What are you up to tonight?"
"Was gonna head out to Petey's with the gang." I said and smiled, "Why don't you join us?"
She wrinkled her cute little nose with a pout, "I don't feel like Petey's tonight."
"Ok, what did you have in mind?"
"How about Delmonico's?"
"I don't know if the gang is up for an elegant dinner tonight." I said doubtfully, "They probably want to blow off a little steam after the last couple weeks. Speaking of which, your presentation today was dynamite."
She blushed a little at the compliment, "Thank you Max, how very sweet of you." She paused and said quietly, "I was thinking just you and I could go. You've been so nice to me since I arrived. You really treated me like family. Dinner is my treat."
"Just you and me?" I said, a little awkward with a puzzled look.
"Oh no," she looked down disappointed, "It was just a thought. I wanted to have a nice dinner to repay you for your kindness."
Realizing I hurt her, I quickly recovered, "I'd love to go to dinner with you Stella. I didn't mean to upset you, I was just surprised by the invitation" I stood and bowed gently, "I would be honored."
She smiled brightly and giggled at my old fashioned gesture, "Wonderful. Pick me up at 6:30."
"Will do and there's no way I'm letting you pay. You've got two little girls to think about" I said as she gently pecked me on both my cheeks and slowly walked out of my cube. I leaned back and followed her with my eyes as she walked down the aisle. She looked over her shoulder and caught me watching her. She wasn't mad though. She just smiled and winked at me.
I had never really noticed before but she had a magnificent ass. It was full and round topped with a skinny waist. It jiggled and bounced gently as she walked. She had magnificent curves and her tight navy blue skirt clung to her accentuating everything. I don't think I'd ever seen her in a skirt so tight.
'Hmm,' I thought to myself, 'Interesting turn of events. Delmonico's is my favorite. Did she know that?' I shrugged my shoulders and said to myself in a low Voice, "I hope my gray flannel suit is in good shape.'
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I went home after work and showered. I put on a crisp white french cuff shirt with my favorite cufflinks. I liked getting dressed up for dinner and realized that I missed it. I pulled on my gray suit and quickly buffed some lifegiving shine into my black wingtips.
I got into my car and drove to her residence hotel. I parked in a space close to the front door and went into the lobby. I called her from my cell phone.
"Hello Max," she said. It was definitely Stella but she sounded different. "I'll be down in a moment."
I quickly checked the score of the baseball game to see who was winning. A few moments later, I noticed the music in the lobby had changed from the normal generic Muzak to a song I was familiar with. The song `The Sky is Broken' by Moby definitely seemed out of place for the lobby. Maybe the guy behind the desk was bored to tears and needed to change things up. Who knows.
I heard the tone from the elevator and the door opened. I turned my gaze towards the elevator and promptly dropped my phone. 'Thank God I bought the case protector.' I quickly stooped over and grabbed my phone.
The vision of Stella was otherworldly. Her dark hair was curled playfully to her shoulders. She normally never wore makeup but what she put on tonight was just enough to draw you into her now lovely features. Her eyeshadow expertly applied making her eyes look smokey and daring. Her full lips were painted in a luscious glossy red. Her long sleeve black mini dress clung to her curves as if it were painted on. The plunging neckline showed off her ample enticing cleavage. It was the shortest dress I had ever seen her in, stopping mid thigh. She wasn't wearing any stockings or panty hose showing off her gorgeous toned silky thighs, her legs ending in black patent leather heels. Her gorgeous body bounced and jiggled with every glorious step sending shockwaves through my core. She was walking to the beat of the song like a runway model on the catwalks in Milan. She was simply mesmerizing.
I managed to close my mouth as she approached, gently swaying her hips. I was truly shocked. She was amazing, her confident sexuality oozing from her.
She did a quick twirl, tucked her chin to her shoulder in a demure pose. Batting her eyelashes at me, "Do you like?" she whispered in a sultry tone.
Her voice broke me out of my trance. I blinked a couple of times, "Oh my Stella..." was all I could get out.
She came in close, put her hands on my hips and strained up to gently kiss me on the lips. It was brief but electric. I felt a familiar tingle in my loins but thankfully didn't get a full-on erection.
"You look amazingly sexy," was all I could muster. I finally regained composure, realizing I was talking to my equal at work. "I'm sorry, that was entirely inappropriate.' I straightened myself. "Shall we," I said, offering her my elbow.
She had a look of triumph on her face as she smiled devilishly. She bit her lower lip, took my elbow and gently leaned against my arm. We walked to the car making small talk like we hadn't seen each other all day.
At the car, I opened the door for her and held her hand as she lowered herself to the seat. Jesus, looking down at her luscious chest from above was almost more than I could take. I could almost see under her skirt as it rode up. She caught me peeking again and simply smiled and winked. I didn't think I would need to worry about the possibility of a raging erection having dinner with Stella. Wow was I wrong.
