I'm not sure where to put this one. It starts off as an 'erotic coupling' and moves off into a quite different area which I guess is an acquired taste.
I'll put it in 'fetishes' and see how it gets on. PLEASE do comment or send me messages direct. I'd love to hear from people with an interest in this subject and would like the share ideas!
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Angela was a few years younger than me - well OK a good twenty. She joined our company straight from college and had other assets apart from being remarkably good at her job. She had long dark hair, perfect slim figure without being gaunt and pert young breasts that just looked perfect under anything she chose to wear. She'd been with us six months when her performance and potential were first recognised.
The company likes to push it's brightest stars and so at that point I was asked to take Angela 'under my wing' as it were and help her reach her full potential. I'd already worked with her a little, offering a few hints to help her along, so we were already on fairly easy terms. As an engineer, even a very senior one, I wasn't really treated as 'the management', which is the way I preferred things.
Our first official meeting we'd decided we probably ought to get together on a regular basis and set aside Friday afternoon last thing so we could review her progress over the week and sort out anything she needed to know while it was fresh in her mind. We got along well and often would leave work late on Friday evenings as our discussion would invariably stray from work to, well, just about anything either of us had on our minds. If neither of us had anything planned we'd occasionally adjourn the meeting to a local pub and then spend the whole evening in each others company. It was of course very proper, we became good friends leaning on each other when things weren't going well or congratulating each other when we had success.
Angela knew about my marriage, how at times it was difficult, but that I was resigned to my fate. She didn't have a boyfriend, she told me that she'd had an argument with the last guy she was with and now she was "happy and single!" She told me about odd dates, but despite being, in my humble opinion, just about the most gorgeous thing I could imagine, she didn't seem to be able to hold down a boyfriend for very long, most no longer than a couple of dates. She never really went into a lot of detail, just "he wasn't the one".
Another six months passed and I was invited to attend a conference on behalf of my company. They wanted me to to a technical presentation, which I hate but sometimes you just have to do. John, my boss, suggested it would be a good opportunity for Angela to see some of the 'big picture'. Well, I wasn't about to disagree. By that point we'd grown close and the thought of spending a whole week in her company was more than a little appealing.
The conference was in the US, all the way over in California. Not somewhere I'd been much given our US operation was on the East coast. Not wanting to miss the opportunity to see a few places over there I decided to travel over on Friday so I could get the entire weekend to enjoy the place. Angela had nothing planned, there not currently being a boyfriend since the last one made an exit at Easter.
We had a great flight, eight hours in club-class with a good few drinks! At the other end we'd arranged a car to collect us and take us to the hotel, and then we'd have a hire car waiting there for us. We talked all the way, both of us a little relaxed from the drinks that came with the ticket. We got there early evening and each checked into our room, freshened up and agreed to meet up in the bar for more chat, and a few more drinks. I was there first, and looked up when I caught her out of the corner of my eye. I almost whistled. While I'd showered and thrown on some casual clothes, Angela appeared in a little black number and heals. I'd never actually seen Angela outside of work clothes. Her smile was radiant. I ordered a bottle of wine and we took up a comfortable sofa in a quiet corner of the bar. Each at one end, turning to face each other. Her right knee resting against my left. The first glass went quickly and we were talking fairly easily, although her body was grabbing too much of my attention.
The wine worked it's effect on my mind, lowering natural inhibitions more than a little. I was finding it more and more difficult to concentrate on the conversation and easier and easier to take in her. So enthralled was I with her that she had to repeat something twice and still it didn't register. I realised she must be waiting for some kind of a response "Jim...... are you OK?"
"Oh, ummmm, sorry Angela. Long flight, wine, guess I must have been daydreaming!"
"You were? Hmmmm, well given the way you seemed to be staring I'd give a penny the know what was in those dreams!" My face flushed. She laughed. "It's OK Jim." she leaned forward conspiratorially, looked into my eyes and run her hand over my leg and continued in a whisper "I've seen you staring before, I've just never said anything. I kind of like it though so stare all you want. Maybe you'd like to see a little more later?"
OK, I'm no film star. I look after my body. My weight is the same now as it was in my twenties and I still keep up with exercise but come on, here I am sitting in a bar thousands of miles from home with the most gorgeous twenty-something girl I've ever set my eyes on who is running her hand over my knee and giving me, if I'm not very much mistaken, a very clear signal. So...... I just froze.
I think she realised what she'd said, or she was worried she'd offended me. Maybe she'd misread. Shit what had she done? Her turn to blush, tensing up and sliding her hand from my leg. I managed to recover in time to push my hand down on top of hers - pinning it on my leg. "Angela......?" God, I needed to say something, I felt I was on the brink of a wonderful experience *and* on the brink of blowing it. "Angela....ummmmm, about that seeing a little more later...."
She smiled, relaxing. She didn't say anything, just stood, turned and walked to the elevator with a single backward glance. I didn't wait to be asked again and as the elevator doors closed I pulled her into my arms and pressed my lips to hers, and she let out a soft sigh, pressing herself against me. Our lips didn't part until the door opened, our hands roaming over each others bodies. She felt as good as I'd imagined she would. At her door we let go as she got the card into the lock, then took my hand and led me seductively inside. She let go my hand, took a couple of steps back and facing me dropped her dress. She was naked underneath, how hadn't I noticed that? "Now Jim, how do I match up to those day-dreams?" she giggled, and now for a moment I was once more lost for words "hmmmmm - I guess I'll have to take that as a complement instead!" nodding down to the obvious bulge now pushing at my trousers.
