The New York subway system can be a royal pain in the ass. It seems that every time I'm in any kind of rush the damn thing breaks down. No problem, I'll just go up and grab a cab. The problem with that is that it is raining and trying to catch a cab in midtown in midday is bad enough but in the rain it is near impossible. Aw screw it. I'll get there when I get there and they go stuff themselves.
I'm Judy, a twenty six-year-old junior marketing manager for one of the Fortune 500 computer companies. I've been with his company ever since college and really love the job; and the money. Lately I've been getting more than my share of travel so I'm building a nice bank of frequent flyer miles but so far my travel has all been within the US but there is a good possibility I'll be off on a Paris/London trip a month from now. That's down the road, I have to make this meeting in the next half-hour or as the saying goes, my ass is grass. Subway failure is not an acceptable excuse with this crowd. "Anticipate" is the key word in the office. 'Think of what can occur that can negatively impact your plans and then take precautions to prevent that from happening." I waited too long to head for the meeting and that's my fault ... not the subways'.
I climbed the steps from the subway platform to see a cab letting a guy out right in front of me. WOW, I jumped in and pulled the door shut and pushed down the lock button. There were two or three others standing at the curb shaking their fists at me for being so forward but screw it, this is life in the big city. I gave the cab driver my destination but it always surprises me when they can understand instructions for, as any of you who have taken a cab in NYC know, the cab drivers are every nationality, except USA.
Traffic wasn't as bad as I thought it might and I made it to the conference room with plenty of time to spare. As I walked in the door there were ten to fifteen people already gathered in little chat groups waiting for the meeting to start. I didn't know anyone and was standing there like the proverbial bump on a log when a gorgeous looking gal about my own age came over and introduced herself.
She had her hand out while saying with a big smile, "Hi, I'm Ann and am with the company you guys are trying to sell."
"Hi Ann, I'm Judy and if our top guys don't get here soon I wouldn't blame if all of you left. The meeting is supposed to start in five minutes."
"Oh don't blame anyone. They were all here a half hour ago and took our top guys for a tour of the building."
"OK, I won't fire them." I laughed.
We stood there chatting about everything but computers and found we had tons in common. We both rented apartments down in lower Manhattan and we had both graduated from Colgate. My folks live up in northeastern Pennsylvania and hers are up in New York State about thirty miles from mine. I have a younger brother and older sister and so does she. The similarities were almost uncanny. In addition to all of that I had the instant hots for her. She appeared to have a great shape and she had super smooth facial skin with an absolutely gorgeous head of brunette hair. This was going to be a tough assignment for me for I damn sure didn't want to blow the corporate deal just because I wanted to jump into the sack with her. Now I'm wondering if I can do anything with her that would move the deal along in our favor by getting closer to her in every way.
The business meeting went pretty well and Ann and I exchanged both business and home phone numbers promising to call one another after all of the business stuff died down.
She called several weeks later asking if I would like to get together for a movie or just a simple dinner in a small little family owned restaurant she had recently discovered. It was close to the theater and it wasn't expensive. Ooops, she said the magic words ... good food at a reasonable price. I agreed and we met and enjoyed the movie and food and our conversation. She was a technical analyst at her company and I am responsible for presenting the technical advantages our company's products offers over that of our competitors. Ann and I agreed we would leave all talk of that kind for our workdays and never mention a word of it during our off hours. Both of us were between boyfriends and cursed men in general over dinner. We agreed most men only thought with their little heads rather than their big ones and also agreed that a man's stiff dick has no conscience. They will fuck anything and everything and never think twice about it. As I was looking at her over the dinner table I could just picture her shapely tits on each side of my face as I moved my mouth kissed her rock hard nipples. Now, the question was how was I going to get from here to there. I also wanted to tickle her pussy with a giant dildo/vibrator I have. It is a solid twelve inches and has a strap on feature I could use to fuck her with. Would this ever happen? I could only wish.
During the spring and summer we went to a gazillion things around the city with Central Park, during daylight hours, being one of our favorites. There was always something going on in it. We hit every offering of the Museum of Art and also found a couple of neat little clubs offering fantastic music. They gave some aspiring musicians a chance to play in public and the only money they received were the tips the audience contributed after their performance. The clubs had a two-dollar cover charge and didn't rip the customers off over the price of drinks! We would sometimes rub against one another climbing in and out of those places and I didn't know if she felt anything but I sure did. One night she was wearing a pair of white shorts and a teal blouse and when she bent over to dig some money out of her purse for a tip for the musicians my mind went wild. I could just picture my hands reaching under that blouse and fondling her breasts. I almost let myself go and did it but came to my senses in time. Oh I would have liked that to happen.
Ann seemed to be a far more sensitive person than I am. She would cry at almost any slight or offensive remark anyone ever made. I would just as soon tell the person making it to go fuck him or herself; she would sulk and be wiping her eyes within minutes of the hurt. I don't know how many times I had to put my arms around her to comfort her and bring her out of her blue state. She had had a difficult childhood and that may have been the cause of her sensitivity.
Sometime in the fall she called asking me if I would like to join her for a night at the Metropolitan. She had latched onto tickets for a pair of great aisle seats and remembered that she and I had talked about liking opera. I said yes almost before she had finished her offer.
It was going to be on a Friday night a week away so I had a little time to get a decent dress for the occasion. My business suits were fine for everyday wear but I didn't think they would do for a night at the "Met". I'm five four and weigh in at 119 pounds. Folks tell me I have a nice figure but sometimes I wish my breasts weren't as full as they are. It frequently makes picking out clothing more difficult. I finally found a dress I fell in love with and after wiping out my meager checking account had it boxed.
We had agreed to meet right inside of the main door and I was there right on time. When a woman tugged on my arm asking "Judy?" I was floored. She didn't look anything at all like the Ann I had been paling around with. I was so taken aback I was actually stuttering.
"Ann? ...You are stunning."
"Never mind me, everyone in this lobby has their eyes on you. Where in the world did you find that magnificent dress?"
"Oh it's nothing. I picked it up on the main floor of the Fort Knox Gold exchange," and we both roared and nodded knowingly.
As we were being led to our seats I let her go first with the usher guiding us. When we got to our row he stood aside and let Ann go in first. I almost died laughing at what happened next. Just as she had bent down to lower herself into her seat the man in the row in front of her turned to see someone in a few rows behind us. Ann's lovely breasts that were partly out of her dress anyway were bulging even more as she had bent to take her seat and the guys face wasn't more than four or five inches from her cleavage and I could actually hear his gulp. "On my God, Oh my God, I'm so sorry."
We didn't know what he was apologizing about. He hadn't touched her at all. It was just one of those weird positions we sometimes get ourselves into but this was one he wouldn't forget in a long time. He acted as if we weren't even in the hall during the Intermission.
The opera was one of my favorites and as a payback for the fantastic center- aisle-ten-rows back seats she had gotten, I had made a reservation to treat her to a late supper at one of my favorites, La Cote Basque. I fell in love with the place when I first came to the city and have loved it ever since. The food was superb as usual, it should be for the price they charge, and the wine was acceptable. I, big shot that I am, went against the sommeliers recommendation and we paid the price for it. Ah, it wasn't too bad but not as nice as I would have liked.
We hit a couple of late drinking spots and danced at one of them. The guys seemed to like the looks of our breasts bulging from our new evening dresses. No problem, none of them turned us on and we were soon grabbing a cab for the ride back down to Battery Park. Ann had been far less than her normal jovial self and I couldn't get out of her what was wrong. "Nothing, everything's fine," was all she would say. And her face would light up into a huge but what appeared to me to be a forced smile.
The cab ride back only took twenty minutes or so and since my place was first along the route I invited her up for a nightcap. She accepted but wasn't real enthusiastic about it.
"Ann, will it be wine, whisky, gin or vodka?" I asked, sounding very much like a bartender.
"A glass of any red wine you have will be fine."
She was halfway between the kitchen and the living room when she said that and I turned to see a very long face on her. I put everything down and went over and put my arms around her saying, "Ann, let it out. You have been miserable most of the night. You can't go on like this."
The tears were flowing like Niagara and she started to sob. I put one hand behind her head and pulled her to my shoulder and had the other hand patting the middle of her back.
