This is the second part in an ongoing series. For background, and a physical description of Anja, you should read Part 01 before this one.
Part 2:
She looked me directly in the eye, and I fixed her with a dazzling stare as I ran my tongue back and forth across my upper lip. She parted her legs a little and I could see the bumps of her nipples suddenly appearing through her t-shirt. It was definitely on.
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After my amazing experience with Jun (see Part 1) I realised I was quite good at this seduction thing; Jun had said I was completely irresistible once I 'turned on the headlights' (she meant my eyes) so I decided to go 'on the pull' and see if she was right.
Neither of my regular sex partners were around and I was, as usual, feeling as horny as hell. I'd tried to release the tension by getting myself off when I woke up that morning, slipping two fingers of one hand into my aching pussy and stroking my clit with the other, but it was a bit underwhelming.
I can be an impressive squirter when I'm suitably aroused, but on this occasion, although I did have an orgasm, it was not very wet or satisfying. I actually needed saliva to provide extra lubrication on my clit, and that's not like me. I was really feeling the need for another body to play with.
I was scheduled to make a work trip to London on the train that day, so my opportunities would probably be limited or non-existent, but I still kept my predatory eyes open, both on the train down, and during my business in the capital.
There were a couple of possibilities early in the day: A slightly older woman on the train was definitely giving me the once-over as I sat down across the aisle from her; she was obviously on a business trip too, judging by her crisp two-piece grey suit and the briefcase on the floor in front of her. I noticed her stockings (I imagined they were stockings) had an attractive sheen to them. She had very rosy cheeks and her reddish hair was in a neat little ponytail. She gave me a nice smile, and I noticed she had pronounced laugh-lines around her sexy green eyes, which gave her face a warm, friendly character. I decided I definitely would.
Her hosiery was uncertain, but I definitely had stockings under my skirt. In fact, I only wear tights (pantyhose) in the depths of winter. I find them far too hot and sticky in the summer. They were everyday, flesh coloured stockings though, with a very understated suspender belt, and I was wearing a well-tailored white shirt and modest heels. A very business-like outfit, suitable for my meeting at head office, but still quite sexy. I tend to make most things look sexy. I can't help it.
I eyed the woman across the aisle. We were definitely checking each other out and we made eye-contact numerous times, but what to do? I didn't really fancy having sex with her in the train's toilet compartment, so the only other option would be to start a conversation with her and then arrange to meet later -- somewhere?
In the end, she left the train before me and gave me a smile and a soft 'Bye,' which seemed to convey a slight wistfulness. Or did I imagine it?
At 10:45 I walked into the company headquarters and made my way to the conference room on the third floor. I was met by 'Exec Sec' Shirley, a busty, brassy blonde in her 40s, who was wearing a bright red blouse and shoes, with matching nails and lipstick. She certainly made an impression, and I may have been interested if my eye had not been caught by a tall, willowy black woman, who was also waiting to go into the meeting.
She was wearing a stylish cream trouser suit and flat shoes and she must have been at least 6 feet tall, and very slender. She had a striking face, with ultra-high cheekbones and hollow cheeks, giving her, to my eye, an Ethiopian, or even Egyptian look. She was breathtaking.
I introduced myself and found out her name was Yolanda and that she worked here at headquarters in a similar role to me. It was only now that I noticed that her dreadlocks were held back off her face by a rainbow-coloured headband. I really hoped that was significant.
Apart from Shirley, Yolanda and I, the only other woman in the meeting was Denise, a crotchety, frumpy woman with zero sex appeal, so I positioned myself opposite Yolanda so that I could observe her and perhaps give her the eye.
I watched her with interest; she certainly had poise, and an uncanny ability to grab and hold the meeting's attention whenever she spoke. Her slow, syrupy tones easily cut through the men's gabble and she made some very dry, witty comments, which made me chuckle. I would definitely have warmed to her, even without the rainbow headband.
Despite my best intentions I found myself imagining the tight black curls of her pubes, and her hard brown nipples, and what it would be like to be in bed with those long, lithe, bronze limbs... Stop it Anja. Get your mind back to reality.
The meeting was scheduled for four bastard hours, but there was a lunch break halfway through and I immediately latched onto Yolanda and offered to buy her a bite to eat, which she accepted with a dazzling white smile. Her being the local, I left it to her to decide the venue and she took me to a Wagamama's, just around the corner - an Asian/Japanese place.
The food was good, but the chat wasn't what I'd hoped for. Yes, she was gay, but she was in a firmly committed, and monogamous relationship.
'Why do you ask? Are you gay too, Anja?'
'Yes, and single' I said with a disappointed sigh.
'Huh, I wouldn't have guessed that. You're so... glam.' That made me laugh, but it certainly contradicted Jun's assertion that she could tell I was lesbian as soon as I looked at her.
We went back to the meeting and I got a couple more flashes of those dazzling white teeth, then, at about 3pm, we said our goodbyes in the foyer. I gave her a parting peck on the cheek, and I noticed again her unusual scent -- almost like wood smoke. Cedar wood smoke. What an enthralling individual she was.
It was a shame that this was going no further but, with a little flutter of regret, I closed the door on that aspiration and headed for the train.
It had been an enticing encounter but it had only served to intensify my sexual desire. Perhaps I would have more luck on the train.
The train was not crowded, and I had a choice of a few seats, so I walked to the end of the carriage, on the prowl, looking for a likely looking woman. There was a sulky looking young girl in one seat, with an impressive-looking cleavage and a short skirt. Tempting, but in the end, I returned to a woman a little older, who was reading a book -- or pretending to. She had watched me walk past, and when I returned I got the impression she had been expecting me.
'Is this seat taken?' I asked and she shook her head, so I sat down opposite her. I didn't recognise the book, but it can't have been gripping because I kept catching her looking over the top of it. Eyeing me up perhaps.
She was probably somewhere in her thirties, maybe 40, and had short dark hair and a pair of gold hoop earrings. She was wearing a pair of baggy white trousers with almost flat court shoes, and a navy-blue t-shirt with a plunging V neck. There wasn't much cleavage on show though, because she wasn't particularly busty, but she was quite 'tidy' as they say.
