Gerri and I had worked together for years and we had accomplished a lot on numerous projects. While that is not so unusual, perhaps the fact that she worked out of a home office on the west coast while I worked out of our office on the East Coast made it a little different.
We had first met remotely, when our two companies merged and we were put on an integration project. It was three years before we met in person but that was almost anti-climactic after all the time on the phone. During all of the hours on the project, we got to know each other really well, and our conversations were far ranging talking about all sorts of things and in fact, we had become very close. I guess sometimes when you are thrown into a pressure filled project, and spend a lot of time together, relationships can form fast. The only different thing was that we did not spend a lot of time physically together. Maybe that was a plus, I'm really not sure. At this point, I couldn't possibly imagine not having her in my day. Even when we couldn't talk we would Instant Message each other and after a few months, we felt comfortable enough to talk about a lot of personal things.
We had a lot in common. We were both in our 50s, had been married for over 20 years, and were go to people in our organizations. Because we were both heads down workaholics, neither one of us had forged any close relationships with anyone we worked with. I was more outgoing and she was somewhat demure, almost shy, but over time displayed a dry witty sense of humor that I loved. More importantly, she always laughed at my jokes and said that I always made her day. Through our conversations, I could also tell that we both were in kind of that long term routine in our relationships, loving our spouses, but hoping for more.
The day we met, I was sitting in my office and all of a sudden, I heard this familiar voice from the door, saying, "Hi Brett, guess who it is?"
I looked up and saw her for the first time, a huge grin on her face. My first thought was she looked like a librarian. About 5' 6 ", she had on a white blouse, with a black jacket; black and white herringbone knee length skirt with black nylons, and black heels. Her dark hair was in a bun and she wore rimless glasses. Although at first glance she was kind of plain looking, I kept thinking that that if you get the glasses off and put the hair down she would be hot. She was somewhat petite, with nice firm but small breasts and the blouse was buttoned up with only one button open at the top. Myself, I'm 5'9", 180, a bit stocky with grey crew-cut and blue eyes. I worked out four times a week and kept myself in decent shape, I thought, and wondered what she would think.
I stood up and walked to her and we shook hands at first and then she pulled me into a hug. We embraced and then stood back a step from each other and smiled and laughed.
"You're more handsome than I thought you would be," she said and immediately her face turned red.
"I guess that's a compliment." I replied.
We both laughed for a second and she said "You know what I mean."
I then moved back to my chair as she sat down on the other side of my desk and I could feel a twitch as she crossed her legs, revealing a little thigh, the fabric of the black nylons stretching a bit at the knee. I thought to myself that she had really great legs and she must either run or walk every day.
"So, you're here for the week?" I asked.
"Yes. I have some meetings and some people I need to meet but I hope you save some time for me to finish up some of these projects."
"Sure, no problem. By the way, if you want, we can go to dinner."
"That'd be great, Brett. I don't really know anyone here and I hate eating alone on the road. By the way, we have a meeting tomorrow at 10."
"Yep, it's on my calendar."
We both stood up and she surprised me by coming over and hugging me tight again. We stared at each other for a few second and then broke the embrace.
"It's so good to finally meet you in person," she said as she smiled and walked away.
The rest of the day dragged as I couldn't get Gerri out of my mind. I spent most of the day ranging from semi hard to raging erection, and I had to go to the bathroom a few times to take care of the precum that kept seeping out. In fact, I think I spent the whole day in a state of arousal.
Since she had not rented a car, I pulled mine around to the front door of the office and picked her up. I had made reservations at nice little bistro that served gourmet food and wine. Since it was a Monday night, it wasn't very busy and we had a nice quiet table in the corner.
The conversation was easy and ranged from work, to politics, to our families, to our philosophies on life. The wine and conversation flowed freely and we went through two bottles of wine. I couldn't help but stare into her large brown eyes and think how beautiful she really was. It seemed like we had been there a while but it was only about two hours when she yawned and said she always got a bit tired when she drank too much wine and asked if I would take her to her hotel. While all I could think of was how to get under her skirt, I smiled and agreed and after paying the bill, we walked out, she slipped her arm in mine as naturally as if we had been doing it for years. She was a bit unsteady but not overly so, and nuzzled her head into my arm as we walked to the car.
When we got in the car, I leaned over and hugged her, and thanked her for a wonderful night. She hugged me tightly and thanked me, and kissed me on the cheek. It took all of my willpower to pull away and start the car and drive.
Driving up to the hotel I stopped in front of the hotel door.
"Well, this has been a great night, I've had a ball," I said as I leaned over.
"Yes, it was," she said softly, her speech a little off as the effects of the wine were being felt.
"Tell you what, let me park the car and walk you up to your room."
"Yeah, that's probably a good idea, I think I'm feeling that last wine, I haven't had that much in a long time," she said.
I parked the car and walked around and let her out, and as she stepped out, I couldn't help but notice as the skirt rode up her middle thigh, revealing a well-toned leg. She put her arm in mine and leaned on me slightly as we walked in and took the elevator to her room, neither one of us talking. My heart was pounding as I breathed in her perfume and I could feel an erection growing.
The door to the elevator opened and as we walked out she stumbled slightly and we both laughed as she quickly recovered.
