Samantha turned off the taps and stepped out of the shower. Her glorious body shone with dampness as the last remains of the water trickled down between her breasts. The memory of the last few hours was still fresh in her mind. The very recollection of what had happened generated a very different kind of dampness between her legs. She looked at herself in the mirror. With shoulder length, glowing auburn hair, firm, full breasts, and neatly trimmed pubic hair Sam knew she looked good. Clearly she wasn't the only one who thought so as the events of the day had proved.
The day had started normally enough. Sam had left her apartment in the waterside development by the docks and made her way to work. Because today was important she had been particularly careful getting ready, spending a great deal of time selecting her outfit. She had finally gone for a slightly formal look with a well cut suit over a silk blouse. Underneath, as always, she wore a soft, low cut bra, thong and stockings. She always felt at her best in expensive lingerie and this was expensive. She had admired herself in the mirror and approved of the way she looked. At thirty four nature was continuing to be kind to her and she looked healthy and athletic.
Sam was a key member of the sales team and today's meeting was the culmination of weeks of hard work. The client had been extremely demanding and the negotiations tough. The meeting had taken the whole morning and had been one of those adrenalin driven affairs - the stakes had been high and the team had known they were taking a few risks. In the end things went really well and their proposals had been accepted in full. To say that Sam and her colleagues had left the meeting on a high would be an understatement and they went to a local restaurant to celebrate.
The other two members of the team were Paul Turner and Sarah Giles. Paul had been with the business a while and knew his way around. It had been Paul's client and he had brought in Sam and Sarah for their technical expertise - as well as their looks as he frequently reminded them. In his mid to late thirties, Sam had always rather admired Paul. He was hard working and quite single minded when he was focussed on work, but at the same time he knew how to enjoy himself and would happily join in the fun when the business had gone well. Coupled with the fact that she liked his sense of humour and rather fancied him she often found herself wondering what Paul would be like in bed. She often tried to imagine what diffeent people would be like in bed and had found that generally her imaginings were fairly accurate when put to the test!
Sarah was simply gorgeous. In her late twenties, she was one of those girls who was not only great loooking but bright and nice with it. Sam had only met her at the start of this particular piece of work and hadn't really had the chance to get to know her socially - they had been too busy for that up to now. Sam thought Sarah had a boyfriend but couldn't be sure. If she had she hadn't had much opportunity to see him over the past few weeks. Sam hadn't imagined what it would be like to go to bed with Sarah because the thought had simply never crossed her mind.
Sam was between guys, or at least that's what she told herself. Her last relationship had finished some months previously and it had been some time since she had last enjoyed a really good fuck. For the last few weeks she had had to look after herself and had become increasingly good at it. She had taken time to explore her own body and discover just what it was that really got her going. She had discovered her G-spot big time, and the new vibrator she had bought really brought her to a shattering climax the first time she had used it. However, it still wasn't the same as having a man deep inside you.
The meal had lasted some time and the wine and conversation had flowed happily. It was about 3.30 when Paul announced that he had to go and, somewhat unsteadily got to his feet. "I'll see you girls in the office in the morning. In the meantime, thanks for your help today, you were both great. I'll settle up but you stay on and finish your drinks". When Paul had gone the girls continued to chat and drink and by the time the bottle they were on was empty they were both somewhat worse for wear.
"Christ", said Sarah "there's no way I can drive home in this state. Why on earth did I let myself get like this".
Sam laughed. "Don't worry. Come over to my place it's only down the road. Once you've sobered up a bit I'll get you a cab and you can go back to the office and collect your car".
The girls left, arm in arm for stability and laughing and giggling rather more than they ought they made their way back to Sam's.
Sam's apartment was no more than a 10 minute walk and they both felt a little better by the time they arrived. On the third floor it had delightful views across the marina and Sam was very pleased with the way she had got it looking. With two bedrooms and a large, open plan living area it was just what she had been after. She liked her independence and this made her feel just that.
"Wow, this is great Sam. How long have you been here?"
"Around 18 months now. I love it". "I bet you do. What a great place to bring your lovers back to eh?"
"Well sadly that has happened all too rarely lately. With this last piece of work and being a boyfriend free person at the moment the old double bed has not seen too much action".
"What, a great looking woman like you and no sex? I don't believe it".
"Sadly it's true. How about you".