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.
