It was quite like any other business day in the summer, and I was out of office on a field trip hunting for a new supplier as our company was tired of the hassles in working with our old furniture supplier. I had been to several suppliers already by the time I met Sable, and none of them had what her company seemed capable of delivering, nor the service facilities needed to deliver when, and where we needed. It may have been because they didn't expect a black representative, I'm not sure, but one wink from the sexy blonde Sable as she took me on a tour of her company's facilities, her butt twitching in that tight conservative skirt before me, and the other's were instantly forgotten.
Sable, like so many women in business that I've encountered, flirted openly at every opportunity that presented itself along the tour, often teasing as she demonstrated how comfortable a certain chair or couch was by sitting in it and crossing and uncrossing her legs giving me a heady view up her prim and proper skirt. That she was wearing stockings held up by a garter belt in this day of the pantyhose was remarkable in itself, that she was flashing me so brazenly was proof that she was more than just flirting. So by the end of the tour, when we were once again in her office, and she inquired as to whether I'd be interested in making some kind of arrangement......
"I must say, that by far your company is superior to all the others I've visited today, Sable, but I still need to make three more stops after lunch to check out what your competitors might have to offer."
"That sounds fair enough," she replied, a glint in her eyes, "I'm about to take lunch myself, and if you'd care to join me, I'm sure I can get the boss to pay since you’re a prospective client. This way we can talk over pricing and credit rates, and get to feel each other out some more."
"Sounds delightful," I said, then laughing, "especially that feeling each other out part."
We left in my company car, a ploy on her part to bring me back to her company after lunch no doubt, and the restaurant had to be her boss's idea. That it was elegant wasn't lost on either of us as the hostess seated us surrounded by plant life in a secluded alcove, the white linen table cloth with a setting for two placed us side by side. We both ordered lite, salads and linguini pasta dishes, as well as a carafe of the house wine. However once the waitress was out of site I felt Sable's left hand moving under the table's linen and along my right thigh, as we discussed our lives. She was married of course, but I knew that from the ring on her hand, no children as yet, though she had hopes that sometime in the future, perhaps when her husband wasn't flying across America as much. I sat and listened, observing how breathless she was sitting there with me.
"How bad do you need it," I threw out at last. Knowing full well that she would either bite at my indecent proposal, or play it off as if I was still talking business. We both knew why she had really invited me to lunch, and it had nothing to do with office furniture.
"You get right to it, don't you," she smiled, "I like that. As for how bad...."
The waitress came at that moment with our salads, so Sable excused herself to seek out the powder room. She returned in a few minutes though, and as she sat back down next to me placed a pair of silky white panties in my lap.
"That bad," she explained, and dived into her salad, her face beet red, a smile pasted to her face.
The crotch was soaked wet with her excitement as I brought it to my face to smell, and I also took notice that her blouse had opened several buttons worth, and that her nipples were erect and poking through now unhindered by a bra. There was only one thing I needed to know though.
"For business, or pleasure?" I asked looking straight at her now.
"Fuck the furniture," she replied winsomely.
