Edited by Cutevixen
Although Allan had never been particularly attracted to Asian women before, he wasn't against dating one. He had just never had the opportunity to meet one, much less ask her out for dinner and dancing. When he took the job of regional manager for the South Florida territory, he met various employees most of which were typical Maricans.
His dating life had, at best, been a flop since he'd moved to West Palm Beach, Florida. He loved the beach and figured he'd meet some cute blonde there, perhaps even a redhead but he never counted on a woman from Japan. She would not only steal his heart but teach him a few things about love making he'd not previously known. The former he didn't mind but the latter he didn't count on for he supposed himself to be quite the lover, at least several girlfriends had thought so.
Gathering paperwork to take home for the weekend, he quickly stashed a manila folder into the back of his briefcase. It was three thirty in the afternoon on Friday. He wanted to leave early and certainly could do his paperwork at home on his laptop. As he stood to leave before the phone rang again, a knock came on his office door.
"Damn it!" he muttered to himself but he knew he had to answer it with a smile.
After all, he was not supposed to leave till five and he could probably deal with this interruption quickly and easily.
"Come in!" he said invitingly.
The door opened to reveal a beautiful Japanese woman, one whom he'd never met before nor seen around his building.
"May I help you?" he said.
"Oh yes, my name is Seshiko!" she said cordially. "I'm glad I caught you here. The Tampa Bay office sent me here to discuss the new sales accounts."
"New accounts?" Allan said in a surprised tone.
"Didn't you receive the memo?" she said.
"Uh, well, evidently not! Please come in anyway and sit down." He said.
Seshiko wore a black dress which fit the curves of her body well. Her black hair cascaded down her neck to her shoulders. Around her neck she wore a diamond necklace that looked like about ten thousand dollars worth of jewels, at least he thought so. Her eyes were perfectly proportionate to her face, her smile, and her figure.
Though it was difficult to tell, her figure appeared to be quite full, even though she dressed modestly. The one feature that caught his eye the most was the tone of her skin. He couldn't exactly describe it but it was like a lightened tan, not brown but typical of Japanese women. Indeed, she was beautiful yet he had never even noticed her type before.
"You are surprised at my coming?" Seshiko said.
Allan faintly heard her question for he was so captivated by her beauty, her eyes, her smile, and her charm. He knew he was staring but couldn't help drinking in this gorgeous specimen of womanhood. If he had to stay till closing, she certainly would be the reason to do so.
Then suddenly snapped back to reality, he said, "Uh, excuse me, I am quite surprised by your visit. I had no memo on this, nevertheless I certainly have the time. By the way, my name is Allan Stanton!"
"Very nice to meet you!" she said sweetly. "And again my name is Seshiko!"
Smiling, he said nothing but found himself struggling for the right words to say, to complement her but in the most appropriate of ways. She was an employee, after all, and deserved professional treatment. At the same time, he struggled to keep from asking her out on a date.
"I think my unexpected visit has inconvenienced you." She said. "I apologize."
"Oh, no!" he said. "I'm happy you're here but I wonder if we might meet at another time to go over the accounts. Like maybe this evening?"
She hesitated then smiled at him in approval. She told him she was staying at the Weston Port Hotel, about a quarter of a mile inland and that she would only meet with him after supper. One of her college girlfriends had already asked her to dinner at a nearby seafood restaurant. He agreed and suggested they meet in the hotel lobby at eight.
When he arrived at seven forty five, he strolled around the lobby looking at various art works, no doubt displayed to enchant visitors to stay for a drink in the restaurant bar. Nothing really appealed to him but he had to admit that the artwork was inviting to the men, a bit sensuous too. As he passed by the classy entrance to the cafΓ©, he suddenly felt like a presence was watching him from behind. Not being superstitious, he decided to ignore the feeling, supposing that it was merely his male libido stirring from the paintings in front of him.
His watch showed seven fifty five. He started to turn to look for Seshiko but before he could, he suddenly felt the softness of a voluptuous woman's breast against the back of his left arm. The woman slid her right hand inside his arm and pulled him closer, mashing her breast even further into him. His dick responded immediately although he knew this wasn't the time or the place for such behavior.
That second and a half of sensuous stimulation made him turn to his left only to stare into the captivating eyes of Seshiko Matamira.
"Good evening, Allan!" she said. "Hope I didn't startle you like earlier today?"
Her eyes held his gaze for a moment then they darted down to the slightly evident bulge in his slacks. He cleared his throat as her eyes engaged his again.