About two years into my job repping pharmaceuticals, we were invited to a party at the company owner's house. Charlie and Marge lived about forty miles from where we lived at the time. It was a sort-of cocktail-party-finger-food-buffet-kind-of-thing.
I was wearing a dress with a medium long skirt. Always have enjoyed mid-calf-forties-fifties style skirts and dresses. Usually what I wear. I curl my hair to match the forties image. This dress was a little loose, so I was wearing a belt. Very "Marilynn."
Just after I had finished a couple of little quichy thingies, I noticed a man staring at me. Knowing he caught my eye, he approached. "Hello, my name is Eduardo."
"Hello Eduardo. Are you from around here?"
"I work for Charlie's company, in the Southwest region."
"I imagine your native language helps with sales in that area of the country."
"Yes. Speaking Spanish and English is very helpful. I want to lick your pussy."
"Thank you!"
"Will you let me?"
"Maybe. It depends."
"On what?"
"Well, do you ask this of women often?"
"This is my first time to be so explicit, so yearning."
"Why this time?"
"You are astoundingly attractive to me."
"Can I trust you to be discreet? Or, are you one of those men who will lick-and-tell?"
"I am not just an employee. I am a longtime friend of Charlie and Marge. We attended college together. I am staying here for a few days. My room is on the second floor near the rear of the house."
"Are you suggesting I should ask Charlie if he believes you would keep our confidence?"
