When my partner, Dennis and I met our new team mate, we knew this was going to be an interesting engagement. We were transferred temporarily to a new office in southern California to help the local talent with some highly technical customizations of a specialized piece of software. We were assigned to three person office with Amy, the local sales person... the local talent. And it turns out she was a woman of many talents.
Amy was about 5'9" tall with fiery chestnut hair that fell in dense waves of curls onto her shoulders and back. She was sitting at her desk when we walked in the room. As we entered, she looked up and leaned back in her chair, unveiling a pair of boobs that looked as if she had stuffed two grapefruit halves inside her dress. Big grapefruits, with cherries attached. Her dress was cut with substantial cleavage, exposing a substantial portion of the curve of her breasts. And it was thin enough that the cherries on the tips of her breasts were clearly visible. As she stood up to greet us, her breasts were a slight fraction of a second behind the rest of her body, and as she reached her feet, they kept on rising just long enough to make it clear they were not constrained by either a bra or by gravity.
As she stepped from behind her desk, my eyes were drawn immediately to the shortness of her dress and the length of her legs. Her hem ended well above her knees, and her legs seemed to taper beautifully from where they emerged from her dress to the open-toed heels on her feet. She was truly a sight for my jet-lagged eyes.
I looked at Dennis who could pass as a double for Denzel Washington, and I could see that he was as enthralled as I, but my glance was instantly drawn back to Amy as she walked gracefully towards us, hand extended. She greeted me first with a warm hello and welcome, and then turned her attention to Dennis.
"My, aren't you a delight, sweetie?" she said as she took both of Dennis' hands and made a point of looking him over, top to bottom. "Oh my!" she muttered as her glaze clearly paused in its downward journey, fixating just below his beltline.
She looked over at me and winked as she said, "Welcome to California, men. I will do everything I can to make this trip profitable, memorable and fun. Are you ready to get started?"
Dennis and I looked briefly at each other, trading a silent nod. We have worked together for many years and knew each other quite well. I knew that he was having the same thoughts as I as I winked at him and said to Amy, "Let's get our laptops setup up and online and give us a few minutes to catch up on email, then we can jump in."
Amy pointed us to our desks, which formed an interesting structure. All three desks faced each other and met in the center so that we could work easily as a team. There were network and power hookups on top of each desk, so we were hooked up and connected in just a couple of minutes.
We were still checking our email when Amy stood behind her desk and picked up two binders. As she leaned over to place one in front of Dennis, I saw him look up, and I could see the slight twitch in his body as his eyes met her chest. I could see the front of her dress fall away and even from my angle I could see a substantial portion of her left breast. In a continuous fluid motion, she turned towards me, and my eyes never left her cleavage as it opened before me. I could see between her breasts down to her belly, and I could even see most of her left nipple as she gently placed the binder in front of me. Instead of sitting back down, though, she remained bent over and opened the binder in front of me with one hand. She put her other hand under my chin and pulled my head upwards so that my eyes met hers.
"So are you enjoying your visit to California yet?" she asked with a wink. "There will be plenty of time for sight seeing later, boys; but right now, we have to do a project walk-through so we are ready for our client meeting at 4:00PM today. Are you with me?"
It took a couple of shakes of my head to bring me back from my reverie to the task at hand, but Dennis was a step ahead of me. "Could you walk us through the client's business issues and goals on the white board?" he asked. All business, that Dennis. Hell of a partner.
Amy went to the white board that was covered with past scribbling and started to erase it. As she cleaned the top of the board, the back of her dress lifted up and we caught flashes of thin, sheer and very brief red silk panties. Dennis and I traded knowing smiles as he pointed out a spot on the very top of the board that Amy missed. Amy knew exactly what was going on as she stretched as far as she could and held the stretch while she made a point of raising her dress to show several inches of her finely crafted ass.
Did I mention her ass yet? I am an admirer of curves, especially curves that form the classic female hips. Amy had classic curves. And she knew how to bend them.
Without missing a beat, Amy switched from flasher mode into professional consultant mode and gave us an excellent briefing. The client was an excellent fit for the system we sell, and she had done her homework in both selling and preparing the client for our system installation.
As time for the client meeting rolled around, we felt ourselves working together smoothly. Amy knew the client and she knew our product, and she had quick and accurate answers to every question Dennis and I asked her.
We left the office around 3:15 to leave plenty of time to make our way through the southern California gridlock and arrived at the client's office with about 5 minutes to spare. We were escorted into moderately sized conference room and the client team assembled for the installation kick-off meeting. Introductions, agendas, issues and assignments were resolved quickly and we were back in Amy's car by 5:30.
"So can I treat you boys to dinner tonight?" Amy asked as we pulled out of the client's parking lot.
"That would be delightful," Dennis responded. "Did you have a place in mind?"
"Yes, there is an excellent Italian place just a few blocks from your hotel. Why don't I drop you off at your hotel so you can clean up and I will meet you at the restaurant at 7:00PM? Does that work for you?"
"Sounds like an excellent plan, but what about you?"
"Actually, I live quite near your hotel, so I'll swing my apartment and freshen up a bit."
We were at our hotel by 6:15, checked in quickly and in our large suite by 6:30. Judging on the quality of our rooms, it looked like Amy was planning for us to have a pleasant stay. Two quick showers later, out of our suits and into something more casual we were out the door and down to the hotel lobby by ten till seven. The doorman gave us walking instructions to the restaurant which was only two blocks away. We could feel the temperature dropping as the sun was setting, as the heat of the day departed, only to be replaced by our anticipations of the heat of the night to come.
When we got to the restaurant, Amy was already seated in the center of a booth that was tucked away in a private corner of the quietly elegant eating establishment. It was clear that she had planned for Dennis to sit on one side of her and me on the other. And it was clear that she had freshened up, or at least slipped into something even more comfortable than she wore before. She was wearing a bright red silk camisole top with spaghetti straps and lots of lace around the edges. It was deeply cut so that the lace extended almost to her nipples which were plainly visible and quite prominent.
As we took our seats beside her, I could see that she was wearing a tiny miniskirt that zippered up the front. The skirt (and hence the zipper) was only about eight inches long, and the zipper was unzipped about two inches, exposing much of her inner thighs.
We ordered drinks and toasted to what was looking like a very promising engagement (and evening), then focused on our menus. When our waiter came to tell us about the specials, Amy made a point of asking about something on the menu. The quizzed look on our waiter's face told her that he wasn't sure what she was referring to, so she leaned forward holding her menu in front of her and pointing to the item in question. As he leaned over the table to see her menu, I could see his eyes miss the menu entirely as they were drawn by a force of nature to the gap between her chest and the front of her camisole. As she leaned and pointed, the gap opened up and the strap on her left shoulder edged off the cliff of her shoulder and tumbled in a heap on her elbow, pulling some of the lace off the top of her left breast. Did I mention that I was sitting to her left? I'm an engineer. The details are important.
As she continued to gesture with her left hand, the lace responded to each movement with a movement of its own, and her nipple emerged from its nest of silk and lace, making direct contact with the cool evening air, and reacting accordingly. And both the waiter and I reacted as well. He got more and more confused about what she was saying to him, needing ever more explanation, hand movement and nipple emergence. And I simply started to get a Johnson as what an old friend of mine called my "penis consciousness" took complete control of my body.
After what was probably only a brief moment, Amy seemed to notice that her nipple was getting cold, so she pulled her strap back up onto her shoulder, finished her order and looked to me and asked, "See anything you like, Bob?"
Now how in the hell am I supposed to answer that question with a straight face? "Lots" I responded. "How about the breast of lamb?"
"Did you mean breast of chicken?" our waiter asked.
Realizing my blunder, I said, "I meant the rack... the rack of lamb."
