My wife Allison is an attorney and a partner in her firm. As such, she is largely responsible for bringing new business to the firm and for keeping existing business loyal to the firm. Dinners with clients, luncheons, parties and out-of-town trips are not only normal but, in fact, are frequent.
Tonight she is out with a current client. This is not new business but, instead, maintenance of ongoing business. During a few, rare, passionate moments in bed with me, she has mentioned that this person, Wilson, is attractive. He even excites her. Tonight they are having dinner and drinks together.
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As the evening wears on, Allison & Wilson continue to order drinks. Allison is mostly a beer drinker and is just taking the first sip of her 7th beer. Wilson, on the other hand, is tucking into his 4th whiskey & coke. They each are beginning to cross over from tipsy to drunk. Conversation is flowing easily between them and ranges from personal and casual to business and client relationships. Wilson is dropping frequent hints that his company is less than satisfied with the legal work they are receiving. As the conversation turns more serious, it becomes clear to Allison that Wilson is sending a definitive message and that this message was the reason for the dinner this evening. Allison's firm is going to have to work hard to retain this client.
Despite the business tone of the conversation, Allison has not been blind to the fact that Wilson has been stealing surreptitious glances at her chest when he thinks that she is focused elsewhere. She shakes the thought out of her head as it threatens to distract her even if it is a not unpleasant distraction.
Allison shifts into business mode, intent on turning the tide of this conversation. She laments the potential loss of Wilson's business and Wilson agrees that the situation doesn't seem to be beneficial to either party. He is hard pressed, however, to continue with her firm at current bill rates when an alternate and equally reputable firm has offered a less costly arrangement. Allison catches his eyes straying to her chest again. She feels warmth and a slight tingling sensation between her legs and the immediate guilt that follows.
Their dinner continues with the occasional and fairly obvious glance by Wilson at Allison's more delicate and feminine body parts. On one occasion, as she excused herself to the restroom, she even caught him eyeing her backside as she departed the table.
With more drinks and more of Allison's charm, Wilson still had not come back completely from the precipice of terminating the firm. Allison can tell, however, that the door had been opened to striking some kind of new deal to retain the business. Wilson does not want to seek other legal services but feels that the deal must be re-struck to account for a changing industry environment.
As the evening winds down to its conclusion, Allison finds herself more confident that the right terms can be reached and her mind allows itself to dwell on other matters. Namely, the now unmistakable admiration directed at her womanly assets by a definitely tipsy Wilson. His attention is now unsurprising but what is unexpected is the extent to which her body is responding. She can feel a slickness between the lips of her vagina as she shifts in her chair, a slickness normally only in evidence when her sex is excited by a man. Only tonight, it isn't her husband.
She finds herself disappointed when it comes time to leave. She then finds herself feeling guilty for feeling disappointed at such a thing.
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They approach his car in the parking lot, going through the rituals of separation for the evening. The informal negotiation that has continued on the walk through the parking lot takes a break for more personal and less weighty conversation as they reach his car. Allison comments on the car as it is an expensive 4-door Jaguar and Wilson modestly accepts the compliments. They find themselves leaning against the rear passenger door on one side of the car, only inches apart from one another. She touches his hands or arm now and again for emphasis in her conversation. When she does, his eyes stray to her chest and occasionally and furtively to the area where her smooth shaven legs disappear into her skirt. She sees and registers all of this banter and interaction. She won't mentally acknowledge the interplay between them but a more personal area between her legs responds unabashedly.
"I think that if the firm could sweeten the pot ever so slightly, my company would respond favorably. I think they would do so if only to preserve a long standing relationship and to avoid costs associated with switching providers", Wilson says.
"Within reason, I'm sure we'd be able to meet you part way. What does it take to stay competitive?", Allison responds.
Wilson replies with a non-sequitir, "do you want to see the interior?".
He is referring to the car, she knows. She responds too quickly, "yes". It's emphatic, expressing not simple agreement or acquiescence but instead, desire. She wants to take a personal break from the high stakes conversation and, besides, she's actually interested in seeing what the car offers even if this is only a distraction. Undeniably however, she again feels a nervous titillation between her legs. On some level she acknowledges to herself that she has become slightly wet. More visibly, her nipples have begun to strain against the fabric of her dress. Their hardness is evident and Wilson's illicit glances have already taken them in. Allison has seen him see her hard nipples. In a moment, she senses that they are headed toward a certain conclusion. A slight shake of the head restores her disbelief and she steels herself to remain friendly but professional.
Wilson says, "hop in the back seat" as he opens the door against which they had been leaning. "check out the leg room", he adds.
Allison accepts the proffered, open door and slides into the back seat of the Jaguar. She instinctively scoots to the middle as one does when expecting others to follow. The indication, though unintentional, is communicated to Wilson and he slides into the back seat next to her. He shuts the door.
"I had several of my friends back here for a short road trip last weekend", he says. "Plenty of room and check out the DVD. Drops down from the ceiling back here", he says pulling the DVD screen down from its position flush against the roof.
His movements bring his arm in the slightest contact with Allison's breasts. She feels him brush across her hardened nipples. His head tilts slightly toward her as he too notices, undeniably and obviously that she is aroused. There is silence between them for seconds and their breathing is heavy with expectancy and attraction.
"I think it shouldn't be too hard to find a compromise that will continue our relationship. Anything that you could offer that would sweeten the pot would probably be enough to secure an agreement", Wilson said quietly, in the dark of the Jaguar's back seat, inches from Allison's lips. She could feel his breath and the radiated warmth of his body. He hadn't yet moved his arm and it lay poised against the hardness of her left nipple. Her stomach was doing somersaults and her mind filling with equal parts nervousness, guilt and arousal.
Her mind began to process the choices which lay before her. She was at the precipice and could choose a path in one of several directions. In the balance hung her fidelity, her job and her desire. If her conscience were put aside, it seemed such an easy choice. She had but to lay back on the soft leather of the Jaguar's back seat. She could allow her knees to separate, pull her panties only slightly to the side and let Wilson renew his comapany's alliance with her firm. While she played out this rationalization in her mind, her conscience, like an insistently yapping watch dog, persistently pinged her conscious mind with messages of guilt.
To clear her mind, she leaned forward into his lips and kissed him passionately, committing to him by slipping her tongue just between his lips for a deeper more erotic liaison between them. Just as his mouth began to respond to hers, his arm still pressing against her breast simultaneously slipped backward to draw his thumb to her nipple where he began to rub a light circuit around the perimeter of her areola. She pulled back slightly from his mouth and moaned. She wanted this.
Allison reclined back into the soft leather of the Jaguar and slowly splays her knees as Wilson follows her kissing lips and presses his weight on top of her. She can feel his erect penis as he adjusts himself to press directly onto her pussy. His mouth presses harder into hers and he begins to make low, rumbling moans deep in his throat. His hips respond to the escalating arousal and begin to grind his hardened shaft between her legs.
Without breaking their kiss or embrace, he slowly hitches up onto his knees and begins to shift his trousers and boxers off of his hips and over the round hump of his bottom. Allison reaches for her panties, intending to pull them aside as depicted in her earlier, fleeting fantasy. Instead, she finds that her arousal and excitement demand that she slip them over her hips and, raising her legs above him, remove them entirely.
