Helen is thirty-five years old 5'2' tall with ample hips, and full breasts, bright blue eyes with auburn hair styled in a bob. Married to Simon, for 15 years, a six-foot lean man with brown eyes and hair sporting John Lennon spectacles and clean shaven.
They were checking into the Holiday Inn in central Birmingham an overnight stay enforced by Simon's annual office party.
Helen was excited to meet Simon's domineering line manager, Veronica, whom Simon had described so vividly to her since her appointment above him.
A deep sensual voice behind them caught Helen's attention.
Veronica 28 years old, glinting bright brown eyes, with a small nose, round chubby cheeks and thin lips dressed in plum lip gloss matching her crushed velvet Ami Lynn sleeveless high cut maxi dress long shoulder length black hair tinted blonde at the tip.
"Simon darling," Veronica purred.
Simon looked to the ceiling and slowly turned a smile more resembling a grimace across his face.
"Veronica so lovely to see you," Simon replied.
Veronica air kissing Simon's cheeks.
"Well, you are going to introduce me?" Veronica questioned glancing at Helen.
"Er yes this is Helen, my wife, Veronica, Helen," Simon stuttered.
"Charmed to me you Helen," Veronica purred.
Helen was taken by surprise as Veronica pressed against her kissing her lips so softly with a hint of tongue. Helen enjoyed the sweet taste and thrill of Veronica's nipples so hard on her own. Helen felt her pussy cream.
Pleased to meet you, Veronica, I have heard so much about you," Helen grinned.
"I hope it was all good," Veronica glanced at Simon.
"Yes, good reports always," Helen smirked.
"Well darlings I have to meet and greet you go and get ready for the night, it is all gratis,"
Veronica moved off to pounce on more arrivals.
"Room 419 sir," the Receptionist advised.
"Thank you very much," Simon replied.
He picked up their bags and headed to the lift, Helen glancing across at Veronica catching her eye a wicked smile forming. Veronica smiled back causing Helen to instinctively touch her aching pussy. Veronica bit her bottom lip.
Simon entered the lift muttering to himself.
"That bloody woman, she is overpowering," Simon hissed.
"I thought she was very sweet and gracious," beamed Helen.
"You have no idea," Simon blurted out, a look of fear in his eyes.
"Oh, what has she done to my poor darling," Helen sympathized.
Helen caringly touched Simon's shoulder kissing his cheek but senses a genuine fear in Simon that she had never seen before.
The lift opened taking them to the fourth floor from there they both trudged to their room.
Simon dabbed the room card on the door, which flashed green, and he pushed it open revealing a standard double with an ensuite, blue curtains white duvet on the bed, and bright abstract paintings adorning the walls.
"Coffee first then a shower," Simon dropping the baggage.
"Make mine a decaf," Helen called as she sauntered into the bathroom.
"Don't be taking all the hot water," Simon called.
"Of course, I won't, silly man," Helen chided, closing the bathroom door.
Looking in the mirror thinking of Veronica's tantalizing glance, Helen bit her lip wondering what the night would hold. Slowly unbuttoning her blouse her nipples taut through her soft gossamer bra. Unzipping her fawn pleated skirt letting the fabric glide to the floor. Looking at herself resplendent in her light blue silk knickers and matching bra.
Helen thinks, "You still got it, girl."
Cupping her hands lightly around her breasts feeling a warm glow embrace her body.
"I feel Veronica might just be my target tonight," grinning slyly.
"You Ok in there?" Simon calls, snapping Helen out of her dream.
"Yes, Yes, just trying to figure out how all these knobs and levers work on the shower," Helen snaps back.
"You never have any problems with knobs before," Simon taunts.
"Very funny," Helen quips.
Helen turns on the shower the temperature is surprisingly spot on. Slips off her knickers opening the door to toss them at Simon.
"Here is a teaser for you to play with," Helen launches them.
"Oh goody, still warm and wet, my favourite starter," Simon catches them and holds them to his nose.
"Good boy now let me shower and make the decaf you promised," Helen shutting the door.
Climbing into the shower Helen feels the hot water cascading over her skin. She casts her thoughts back to Veronica as she soaps paying particular attention to her moist pussy. A fire starts to burn which she hopes will be ignited into an inferno as the night progresses.
The name Veronica rekindles memories of Helen's first tentative steps of girl joy. The pretty young new office receptionist at Simon's works some 12 years ago. The memory made Helen tingle.
That name is so special to Helen.
"Is that decaf ready?" Helen strolls from the bathroom.
Sporting a towel wrapped around her body.
"It has been waiting hours," Simon retorts.
"Good boy could you set my case on the bed so I can select tonight's outfit," Helen pleads with her best Bambi look.
Simon lifts her case on the bed and opens it to reveal the selection Helen has travelled with.
"I am glad we are only staying for one night with the amount you brought," Simon quips.
"Now don't be cheeky darling, now go and get washed and shaved so you can look presentable," Helen requests.
Helen carefully unpacks three dresses from her case hanging the up on coat hangers so she can consider which will be appropriate for the evening.
A red sheath style knee length sleeveless with plunging deep V front.
"My show stopped so extrovert, passionate, and full of energy," she thought.
An emerald, green long-sleeve wrap, V-neck mini length in velour.
"Oh, a demur party dress gives the impression of friendliness," Helen ponders.
And finally in vibrant blue shoulder ruff collar, pleated on one side at the waist maxi length with a long split front.
"That might just be the one, an air of mystery," Helen smiles.
"And what to wear underneath," Helen whispers to herself.
Rummaging through her case packed with an assortment of lingerie and shoes.
"Now I am sure I put it in here," Helen frowned.
"Yes," She exclaims.
