I work as a cog in the machine for a gigantic corporation, with thousands of people working on my campus. The long hours on the job required by corporate life, the late night coffee breaks provides opportunities to get close to women around campus. This is where I met Alison.
Alison is a group leader for department similar to mine but in a different sector of the campus. She is older about 30 years old I figure. She has bedroom brown eyes with dirty blond hair, which just make you melt at first site. I of coarse was lusting for her the moment we met. She would wear these tight fitting jean skirts, which flattered her slim yet athletic figure and showed off her tan thighs. I later learned that on the weekends she surfed at the local beaches and had very distinct tan lines.
I spent time meeting up with her during coffee breaks and lunches so she could "mentor" me. We got to know each other on a professional level and started to delve into personal matters. A few lunches after that I asked he out on a date.
Alison said, "Well Billy that doesn't come as a surprise, but I have certain rules and precautions when it comes to dating people from work." I said, "whatever precautions you want to take I think it's worth it.
Most of the precautions were standard office romance crap about not letting romance interfere with work and the like, but she did say, "I have a few rules to discuss over dinner before any commitments will be made." I took that as a yes and ran with it, only later did I discover what it meant to be committed.
The date was for later that week and the time seemed to drag on and on. Finally it was date night I got a haircut, dry-cleaned my suit, and waxed the car and I thought I was ready for the date. I pulled up to her house and she must have seen my coming because she was already walking down the steps to the drive.
She was dressed in a black silk cocktail dress with massive slits up the side. It showed off the tan, her pert A-cup breasts, and what I didn't notice at work a hard body. The silk dress just seemed to flow over her body, and I couldn't be sure because of the distance but it appeared she forgot to wear her bra and panties. I let out a sigh of excitement for the evening to begin and stopped the car in the drive.
Once we were off on our way to dinner Alison said, "Bill, let's discuss a few more of the rules." I shrugged and she immediately slapped me hard in the groin. The car skidded around the turn while I tried to get it under control "First rule is open communication I want to hear you speak!" She then laugh out loud and played it off as a joke. I was both pissed and turned on at the same time.
The next rule was honesty, then something about creativity, and finally that this date was an interview, if I excited her it would continue, if I played it cool and reserved tonight was the only night I'd see her out of work. It was a challenge and interviews are what us corporate types are all about, so I was excited to see where this night was headed.
We were seated at the dinner table in one of those trendy bistros with about six other tables in the place. The orders were placed and the "interview" begin once the drinks arrived.
She started by asking a bunch of internet dating website questions, do I have a dog, do I work out, and do I like long walks on the beach. I told her come on if this is an interview try something more in depth more challenging.
