Angela looked at Andrew from across the desk. He was tall, dark and handsome. She liked how engaging he was, the way he took time to ask her questions and seemed to really listen to her.
Angela found herself admiring his shoulders, thin torso and the shape of his backside, which led her to start to fantasise about having his cock in her mouth. She imagined herself being with him in office after everyone had left, falling to her knees, unzipping his pants. She loved sucking cock and she knew she was good at it. She imagined looking up at him as her hands ran over the impressive outline of his hardening cock behind his underwear. She would tease him by kissing his tummy and then kiss his cock through his underwear. Next, she would pull the underwear down, his sizeable hard cock with a thick head would pop out in front of her. She would hold it, stroke and adore it as she rubbed it against her face, and then she would take it in her mouth.
"Angela, are you going to answer that?" Alice's interjection awoke Angela from her fantasy. Her phone had been ringing for some time.
"Hello, Angela speaking," answered Angela.
There was silence and Angela took a moment to compose herself.
"Hello, Angela Merritt here; how can I help you?" she tried again.
The callers voice then clicked in, "Hello Angela, my name is Graeme Harris, I am a friend of Andrew's and he suggested I chat to you about our company insurance and I was wondering if we could meet."
Angela made the appointment with Graeme. He had a sexy voice and she was interested to know if the voice matched the man.
An hour later, Angela was in the kitchen making a coffee when Andrew walked in with his typical air of confidence.
"Hey Angela, how is your day going?" Andrew greeted her leaning against the kitchen counter.
"Oh, just great! I had a call from your friend Graeme Harris he's coming in to talk business on Friday," she exclaimed.
"Oh, that's great. Just be careful with Graeme he is a bit of a lady's man," Andrew added as he walked out of the kitchen biting into a fresh apple.
Graeme had made an appointment late in the afternoon, and as Angela met him at reception, she was impressed with his demeanour. Andrew had told Angela that Graeme and he swam together at the local pool so she thought they both must be part of the same fitness group as he looked as fit as Andrew. She shook his firm hand and led him into one of the meeting rooms. As she closed the door, she could feel his eyes on her. She had intentionally selected a dress that flattered her curves and clung close to her skin. She was also wearing some of her favourite lingerie which made her feel particularly sexy.
"So you know Andrew?" Angela began.
"He and I train together in the pool. There are four of us," he replied.
"Swimming is so good for you. I swim a bit, but the pool is always so busy, I like a lane to myself," Angela laughed.
"We swim on Thursdays after 5:30. There are always lots of free lanes," Graeme said with a smile, adding, "You should come along."
The rest of the meeting went very well, and Graeme agreed to a policy with the Company. Making a sale always put Angela in a good mood, and having good-looking clients was a bonus.
The next day, Andrew came to see Angela and she told him that everything had gone really well and that he had signed a policy with them. Andrew was very pleased that she had signed a new client, and he told Angela that Graeme had really enjoyed meeting her. He added that he had said that she was going to start swimming at their pool. Angela laughed and said, "Maybe," with a cute smile.
When Angela went home that afternoon, she undressed and slipped on her one-piece swimming costume. She ran and did Pilates regularly, so her youngish body was still in good shape. As Angela looked in the mirror, she ran her fingers over her body, over her breasts, stopping to tease her nipples. She squeezed them slightly, making them show through the fabric of her bathers. Looking at her protruding nipples and shapely breasts, Angela decided that swimming on Thursday was an excellent idea.
