There'a a spirit about Andrea that's fun and slightly subversive. She brings out a side of me that I never get to show or feel when I'm tasked to do the job of keeping a nationwide bank robust and profitable, especially in the most challenging times; when I have to put on the face of prosperity and propriety at board meetings and cocktail events. It's all an act and that has served me well in my career and in my marriage with my wife who's the proper corporate wife -- the frosted bob, the bright and shiny lipsticked smile that went off on cue whenever we went out to social events, and had a straight and rigid posture that suited her well in couture dresses. She played the part well, scripted and robotic, just like our lovemaking.
But I wanted and needed someone I could share inappropriate laughs over the silliest things, a sense of excitement that goes with breaking the rules.
I thought the time Andrea and I spent at the photography retreat was just a one-time deal until we kept in touch over email, text and phone. She became more open about her feelings, her sexuality, and I just had to have her again and again. She brought out this side of me that's so alive, even if I knew I had to keep under wraps the moment I come back to my office and home.
And what could be said about a woman who could make me come twice after a red eye flight across the country? When most people would have been achy and tired after not being able to sleep on a plane, I was so wound up to see her, knowing I could take on whatever she had waiting for me at full press court. And, yes, the trench coat thing with her leaning up against her car was a bit clichéd but absolutely hot. She knew how to work it by leaning up against the car door with one leg leaning back a step down from the curb, arms crossed under and around the most sensuous set of tits I've ever had my hands and mouth on. How many men get that kind of reception from a woman, especially one as hot on the outside and inside as Andrea?
We could have spent the time and had just as much fun holing up at her place sitting on pillows on her floor in front of her coffee table, feeding ourselves fondue and polishing it off with a bottle of Trader Joe's best Pinot Grigot -- naked. But I wanted to sweep her away unexpectedly and take her out shopping to buy things for the next few days to wear to places she didn't expect to go. It was excitement I could easily afford and felt Andrea deserved and would definitely appreciate.
I took her to some chi-chi boutiques that were within walking distance from the hotel. She asked me what she should be looking for. I told her something she could wear for oysters and champagne in the lobby bar before heading downtown to see Madeleine Peyroux in concert that evening.
"You're kidding!" she exclaimed.
"You told me you wanted to see her a month or two ago, and I got the tickets," I said. She threw her arms around me as I spotted a royal blue trapeze dress that would show off her shoulders and drive me crazy all night thinking of what the rest of her looked like underneath.
She slipped into the dressing room and then motioned me to come inside after she had the dress on. It looked as good on her as I imagined with the flowing fabric draping off the curves of her breasts, hips and ass.
