You know its ironic how we encounter or miss out on experiencing different things or meeting people due to fate, kismet, chance, coincidence or whatever you want to call it. Of course if we miss out we never know anything about it at all, we're totally clueless. But think back to some exciting, happy, sad or just dull event or some person, good or bad, who's come into your life and think about the circumstances that brought it about. In my life, on reflection I've met many such people and there have been many events that would never have happened had it not been for coincidence. One such person I encountered...
It was 1992 and my wife and I were sitting in the bleachers at our teenage son's ball game when a couple of women about our age came up and one asked, "Excuse me, but didn't you give a presentation at the (industry seminar) last week in Dallas?"
I was a little surprised to run into someone in this setting who'd been at that meeting but admitted, "Guilty, it was me."
She responded, "I thought you looked familiar and just had to ask."
"Well I hope you enjoyed it and got something from it," I said.
"Oh, I did," she said then extended her hand and introduced herself. "My name's Candy and I own a company which I believe can benefit from some of the concepts you spoke about. I'm very interested in discussing it further."
Her handshake was firm, very businesslike, but the hand was soft, delicate and very feminine, the fingers long and thin. At the release was there just the hint of hesitation and maybe a gentle squeeze? And in her eyes did I detect amusement and maybe...something else?
She passed me her business card and said, "I'd appreciate it very much if you could find time to call next week." Then we shook hands again and she and her friend left.
As she walked away I couldn't help but watch her derrière as it undulated with each step she took.
After having walked twenty feet or so she looked back over her shoulder and caught me looking and beamed me a broad smile. Then as she turned her head back around she leaned in and said something to her redheaded friend before they both laughed and disappeared into the crowd.
Over my shoulder my wife said, "Looks like two kittens playing under a sheet and I don't think her pants could be any tighter. At least she has the body for it."
My wife's like that, she don't mind me looking and will even pass a comment, complementary or otherwise about other women. At times she'll even point out a woman to me and say "oh, isn't she attractive."
But in the now, in 2005, thirty plus years (twenty plus at the time this story is set) we've been married I've never been able to convince her to swing. It's really a shame.
My wife is really a wonderful woman much too good for the likes of me. You see throughout my marriage I've always had a problem remaining faithful. Not because I wasn't getting what I needed at home, quite the contrary, my wife and I enjoy a robust and healthy sex life. No, my lack of fidelity is solely my fault and stems from my own compulsions. I've always craved being with other women, craved the difference in how they felt, how they smelled, how they tasted, how they kissed, how they made love...these differences are what I wanted to experience the most. But the differences I desired to experience were not for the sake of comparison to each other or to my wife, but the differences in and of themselves.
Selfish of me? Absolutely.
I looked down at the card with the name and logo of her company emblazoned upon it and read the name of Candice M. (of course her name was spelled out) above the title "President & General Manager". Slipping the card into my shirt pocket I made a mental note to call her on Monday, not wanting to miss out on some potential new business.
I also thought about how coincidental it was that it came about. I was in Dallas as an attendee of this seminar when literally at the last minute I was asked to step in for a colleague who'd fallen ill and would not be able to deliver his presentation. Luckily on my laptop was a presentation I'd been working on for another venue that would dovetail nicely into this meeting.
So IF my colleague hadn't fallen ill, AND IF I'd not been asked to stand in, AND IF Candy hadn't been in attendance I would have missed out on meeting one of the most exciting, sexually free, provocative and open woman I've ever known.
Long story short we worked together for almost eight months doing due diligence, creating a viable model for her to implement in stages the changes she wanted to make within her company and executing those changes.
We'd worked many late nights and weekends together during this time and not once was there any hanky-panky going on. Oh sure there were some meaningful looks, some pregnant pauses, some double entendres, but nothing happened other than business.
Not that it wouldn't have been interesting mind you. Candy was an attractive brunette with big brown eyes, stood about 5'8" and weighed around 140 or so, and had a very nice figure. She was assertive and direct in her manner and definitely a type A personality. In another time and place she'd have been called a "brassy broad".
At the end of the project we had a celebratory dinner with some of her staff and when we left the restaurant together, just the two of us, is when things turned in a different direction. We walked together from the restaurant to a lounge nearby and after we'd had a couple drinks I had to go to the restroom and excused myself.
I was standing at the urinal and was just about finished peeing when I heard the door open. Hearing the tell-tale click of heels I turned my head and saw Candy walking towards me with a devilish grin on her face, one I hadn't seen before. "Need to pee?" I asked humorously.
She stood at my shoulder for a moment looking down at my cock then looked up at me. Still grinning she arched her eyebrows up and down, Groucho style and said, "No, just come to watch you pee."
She then reached over and took my cock in her hand and shook it for me then proceeded to squeeze and stroke it bringing me to hardness in seconds. Smiling, Candy looked up at me from what her hand was doing then looked towards the stalls.
Leading me by my six inch cock she pulled me into the handicapped stall, undid my belt and button, pushed my pants and underwear down and had me sit on the toilet. Then she reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down and stepped out of them, placing them into her purse before hanging it on the coat hook on the back of the stall door.
Candy pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist, revealing her garter belt and stockings. Then she straddled my hips and took my hard cock in her hand and rubbed the head along the length of her slit before sitting down taking it in to my balls. She was wet, warm and tight and as she rode up and down on my cock she leaned in and placed her mouth over mine, her arms around my neck. As she rose and fell on my cock my hands roamed over her hips, ass and legs.
