I sat eating a simple grilled cheese and a bowl of potato soup. Well, perhaps not eating as I was enraptured by a woman sitting with another having lunch three tables away from me. Her friend had her back to me but I did not care. She was not the source of my attention. No, I was spellbound by the woman facing me. And because of that I was somewhat surprised.
For some reason I have been attracted to slim women tall or short, with nicely shaped smaller asses. I have never been a fan of the Beyonce, or Kardashian booties, though the now legal Kendall had an ass I love. The slender women I had fallen for had breasts somewhat large for the slenderness of the body, but never too large or pendulous like most men love. I have always felt that if it did not fit in one hand and could not be administered to by one it was a distraction and a disservice to a woman's other breast. I loved the dimples created above the crack of a woman's ass in the small of her back, and I guess it was because of that, that I was not fond of what is commonly referred to as a "Tramp Stamp." In fact I simply hated the thought of tatoos on a woman. Tattoos, I believed, marred the single greatest work of art that God ever created. The female body (which was the vessel transporting the 2nd greatest - her mind.)
Eyes generally did not matter, though at times they were so remarkable the body fell away and I fell in. I feel the same way about women's legs, short or long matters not, as long as they have tone and shape to them. I know, I know what I am describing here is not the perfect woman, but the perfect sounding misogynist, myself. But no, I absolutely love everything about women, I just have traits deep in my subconscious that makes me drawn me them. These traits are the starting point to getting to know them and to know them is to find their true beauty which is often converse to that of the outer beauty. I have been led astray far too many times. But I digress.
This, woman, this enchanting beauty three tables down that had me ignoring my lunch was different completely. I had absolutely no idea what is was that drew me to her and held my attention. I could begin by describing her physical appearance, perhaps that might give me and perhaps you as well, some insight.
She had a deep burgundy hair color that despite being silky in appearance had depth, curls that bounced with every moment, or laugh. Ah, her laugh, deep, natural and easily released was intoxicating. I wanted to hear more. But her voice I could not clearly distinguish which at this point made no difference because whatever may come out of those full luscious lips was somehow destined to be melodic. Her face though somewhat fleshy still showed the beautiful bone structure underneath. While a plus size woman, her curves were somehow just as appealing and interesting as those of any slim woman I have loved. She wore a knee length navy blue skirt and a white button up collared blouse, and over it was a simple white sweater that as she was now removing it exposed her sleeveless arms. Sumptuous full bodied drink them in arms. They were large and years beyond slender . . . and I was in love.
One thing you must know about me is that I have a fetish. Smooth, supple skin. I have loved rubbing and caressing skin since I was a kid. I believe it started when I used to curl up next to my mother while watching TV and I would lay my head on her large fleshy arm and love the touch of her skin against my face. At some point I know not when, I started to caress her arms, not in a sensual or sexual way, but to feel the smoothness and coolness of the skin. I loved the feeling in a much similar way as the cool place on a pillow that you snuggle into and happily doze off. I loved the soft feeling, better than silk, velvet, or suede. Unfortunately, this has cost me in some of my relationships. I simply love to make my women feel pleasure and at times my caressing has overstimulated them or often woke them from their sleep. Apparently my hands have a mind of their own as I sleep. If they had a perfectly smooth skin complexion I was in heaven, and often times for them hell. I have tried to find someone who could cure me of this, but all has been to no avail. Which explains why I am eating alone today, as well as most others.
I pushed my food forward and away from me. I could eat nothing and it was rapidly closing in on time for me to head to my next appointment. Gathering up courage I left enough for the lunch and a nice tip and headed towards the women.
I stopped a respectable distance from the table not wanting to crowd them or make them ill at ease and introduced myself, "Hello Ladies, I do hope my interruption will not trouble you too much, but for some reason I felt compelled to say hello. And also to thank you for making my lunch bearable and enjoyable. The slender lady who had her back to me blushed and held her hand to her chest in a demure way. But I ignored her and reached in my pocket and pulled a business card from my wallet and extended it to the dream before me, "I am not soliciting you for business, but hope beyond my wildest dreams you take my card and when you have a chance, google me, visit my site and get know who I am before you say no. I would love to take you for coffee, for lunch, for dinner or whatever allows us to talk," I stopped to take a breath and judge her reaction. Still smiling, good. I continued, "I heard your laugh and it was intoxicating, but I could not make out your voice. I would love to hear it, hear your thoughts and see you."
With that I bowed, wished them a good day and turned to leave. As I did so I distinctly saw a look of confusion and a brief flash of indignation on her friend's face. My Lady was beaming ear to ear.
I headed to my next appointment in a building just a few doors down and checked in at the front desk. As I waited in the lobby the two women came through the door and flashed their badges to the lady and security guard behind the desk and continued past to the elevators. They waited, then as they entered the slender woman turned, saw me, then flipped me the bird. I suddenly laughed out loud as the woman who had been behind the desk approached.
"Mr. Williams? Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Oh yes, sorry. A thought just occured to me . . . " I trailed off and figured it best not to explain.
"Um, yes, well, Mr. DiMeteo is ready to see you. Please follow me."
She led me past her desk to the elevators. She turned and handed me some company publications and informed me, "Seventh floor, turn right and tell Sue you are there to see Mr. Di Meteo. Good luck," she said and then turned and left for her desk.
I entered the elevator with a few other employees back from lunch and waited as they exited on different floors. The elevator chimed "Seventh Floor." The voice though digitized was a real woman's voice and very earthy and sexy. I exited and turned right looking at the publications as I walked to the end of the hall and stopped at the desk. As I lifted my head I announced, "Mr. James Williams here to see Mr. DiMeteo." The woman I had not paid attention behind the desk spun in her chair quickly and gasped. It was my Lady, more beautiful than ever as her open mouth quickly closed and broke into an ever widening smile.
"Oh, Mr. Williams!" She said trying to drop the card under the desk. I saw over her shoulder that she had my web page open and had been viewing it. She saw what I was looking at and blushed
Her office voice was simple, professional, and sexy as hell . . . in fact I thought, was it the voice of the elevator? "Nice to officially meet you Sue." Again a blush.
"As you Mr. Williams," please follow me. She rose gracefully and turned towards the office.
My God her ass! Though her ass was large was perfectly shaped and wonderous.
She opened the door, "Mr. DiMeteo, Mr. Williams." With that she closed the door.
The meeting was fantastic, and from the all the info I was receiving from her Boss I hoped I would soon be working in the same building as my Lady. We shook hands and he offered the standard we'll get back to you. I thanked him and showed myself to the door as I was anxiously thinking of talking to Sue once again. To my dismay Sue was nowhere to be seen.
I headed to the elevator and as I entered so did another person. I stepped back and looked up into the eyes of - Sue. She dropped what was in her hands and quickly moved forward and shoved me against the wall and locked her lips to mine. She moved her hands through my hair and chased my tongue as I desperately tried to reciprocate and breathe.
The elevator chimed 2nd floor and she quickly broke the connection, picked up her files and left as the doors opened. Stunned I simply stayed against the wall and waited for the doors to close and open again.
I left the building and walked the two blocks to the parking garage. I got in the car and sat for a few moments trying to think through the events of the afternoon. Nothing went as expected, and yet I was worried about none of it. I smiled, started the car, and punched through the stations and I stopped as soon as I heard "Happy." I smiled the rest of the way home.
Once parked in the building's garage I took the elevator to my floor and turned to the left to head to my apartment. Mrs. Turner's nineteen year old slender, well shaped daughter Kitty even said her usual seductive hello which I brushed past lost in thought. I entered my apartment and headed to my couch placed facing the window and sat down thinking of Sue. I stared out the window for time before I realized my phone was ringing and the shadows had more of an angle.. It was an unknown number but I answered hoping it was the firm with an offer.
"Hello," a familiar voice timidly said. "Is this Mr. Williams?"
"Sue?"
"Ah, umm, yes?"
