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.
A broad smile shines on Helen's face as she holds up the purplish-blue bowknot décor crotchless halter backless teddy in lace. The thought of that sensual fabric against her skin her pussy exposed made her fingers reach between her legs and touch herself. Biting her lip softly moaning as a gentle tingle grips her.
"Better get this on and concealed by my dress before Simon emerges, he would so disapprove," Helen thinks.
Slowly easing on the halter, the lacy fabric gliding along her legs making Helen breathe heavily.
"God that feels so sexy," Helen muses.
Pulling the dress over her head. just in time to, as Simon wanders from the bathroom. Helen slipped on her blue satin ballroom salsa shoes, in the hope of a dance.
"You look very alluring darling, shame we haven't time to explore each other," Simon licks his lips.
"We have a few seconds that should be long enough for you," Helen sticking out her tongue.
"I'll hold myself until later, and prepare for a ravaging," Simon grins.
Helen looks in the mirror as she applies the finishing touches to her makeup, Dior addict stellar lips gloss in iridescent blue-pink.
"Can you help me with my dickie," Simon pleads?
"Any time, you always have trouble with it" Helen grins.
Helen expertly ties Simon's black dickie bow. Standing a shade too close than needed pressing her aching pussy against his crotch. Helen feels him harden as her pussy creams.
"You know how to tie it just right so it does not bulge," Simon looking lustfully into her eyes.
"You are bulging elsewhere," Helen smirks.
"Save that until later," she pecks him lightly on the cheek.
Helen sprays a Yves Stain Lauren Opium for a woman to her neck and wrists.
"Let's go and join the party," Helen collecting her blue satin clutch bag.
Simon was resplendent in his penguin suit, crisp white shirt, gold cufflinks, black trouser, and matching black tux with silk trimmings.
Taking the lift to the ground floor, Helen held Simon's hand wondering casually about Veronica.
The lift door part wide a throng of people in the hallway.
"We are in the Glen Murry suit," Simon informs Helen.
"There is a sign directing us, on your best behaviour please," Simon instructs.
"I always am," Helen looks meekly at him.
They make their way to the room the buzz of chatter and partying emanating from the doorway. The room was a large expanse of tables with a dance floor and DJ at the far end, a bar nestling at the other end the lights dimmed already.
"Right let's see which table we are at?" Simon is in manager mode.
Helen scanned the room for Veronica, nowhere to be seen.
Helen sighs.
"Table D," Simon triumphantly announces.
They pick their way to the table which is close to the dance floor.
A balding man and a very pretty woman are sitting mulling over their drinks.
"Hello Clive," Simon exclaims jovially.
"This is my wife Helen," Simon introduces.
Clive smiles and nods to Helen.
