There I was, sitting across the desk from the head of our marketing department, the boss’ wife, and I could not concentrate. All I could think about was what I was going to do later that night.
“So… what do you think?” she was saying as my mind came back to the discussion at hand.
“I’m sorry,” I said, “ my mind wondered and I didn’t get it all, could you say that again?”
She looked around for a second, and smiled, “ I was saying, do you want to go to lunch now, or continue our conversation. From the look of things, you are not at work today, so you better get to lunch.”
“No, I don’t think that’s going to work because I have meetings all day and then I’m off on vacation for a couple of days. Let’s keep me focused and get through this.” I said rather sadly.
Tammie looked a little disappointed, perhaps she was hoping to catch me at a time when I would be able to concentrate more, but tonight’s fun and games were capturing my entire attention.
“Look it,” I said, “what we are trying to do here is so important that I’m willing to dump many of my afternoon meetings for it. Let’s order lunch in and keep working, what do you say?” I pleaded.
She smiled and said, “You better get some coffee or something first, get your mind back in the game and…” that’s when I drifted off again. I kept thinking about Amy and her beautiful face, her lips so full and her eyes so bright. Oh, what a lucky man I was to have such a lovely wife, such a great friend and someone who was so willing to explore life to its fullest with me.
Tammie’s motions shook me back to reality, and she was saying, “…ok, you do that and I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” She stood up and started to walk out the door, looked back and said, “whatever you have on your mind, sure as hell is not leaving any room for the rest of us. Is everything OK?”
I smiled my best smile at her, “everything is great!”
“OK, get your coffee and I’ll be right back.”
That’s what she wanted me to do. I stood up, walked out of my office and down the long hall to the break room, hoping no one would interrupt me. I drifted off, again into my wife’s arms, her sweet smell, and the incredible taste of her mouth and some other more private places. Amy had a smell and taste so unique and so incredible that I found her totally irresistible, since the day we met at a business party four years ago. She was a very tall woman, in an elegant business suite talking to one of our prospective clients. Her tone was all business, but you could tell that there was an incredible sexual tension between her and the person she was talking to, but it was very professional and acceptable in the setting.
“Join us, won’t you” she had said in a silky voice that gently invited me into what a moment ago had seemingly been a very private conversation about marketing their product. How did she do that, I wondered? How was she able to carry on private conversations with three or four different people at the same time and make them all part of the larger conversation. I wanted to pull her away from the group, but I couldn’t muster up the courage to do it. What a beautifully inviting woman she was. What a beautifully inviting woman she is, and tonight we had more fun and games planned.
I finished the meeting with Tammie and all the other meetings of the day, and finally got a chance to head home. I pulled in my drive way and left the car there. I got out and started to walk out to get the mail, that’s when I noticed Jennifer sitting on her front porch smoking a cigarette.
“Hey there, sexy lady…” I said, leaving it hang there. Jennifer liked the way her body looked, you could tell even if you didn’t know her very well. “I like the new top, very sexy, very sexy indeed.” I added
“Why thank you, kind sir! Now would you tell my husband that it’s the look and not the price tag that counts.” She added teasingly. Ken and Jennifer are both free spirits that helped keep the neighborhood a fun place to live. I opened the mailbox and picked up some bills, and the usual junk mail. I then looked back up at her. She was now standing next to the white porch railing and leaning forward. She flicked the cigarette butt effortlessly, with the ease that comes from years of smoking; her ample breast pushing heavily against the white fabric of her halter-top.
“Do you think Ken will like?” she asked pointing at her top with emphasis on her breast and cleavage.
“I think Ken will love it, and I don’t think you’ll be wearing it long after he’s home.” I said with a definite tone of approval.
“You’re so sweet…” she added, “he’s out of town till Monday and I’m itching so bad for him, I just had to buy something that I knew he’d like to see me in when he got off that plane.”
“Well, from where I’m standing, with the halter-top and those nice tight little hip hugger shorts, you should make his walk to the baggage claim a very difficult one.” I said, noticing that it was having the same effect on me. I’ve always believed that beautiful women were put on this earth to be admired, enjoyed, and properly respected. Jennifer was one of those women that allowed you to fully appreciate them, understood that the admiration was a compliment and enjoyed it appropriately.
“You really like,” she said, wiggling her very sensual hips to the rhythm of some song in her head. Boy, she knew exactly what to do to get a man’s attention (or was it a man to attention?).
“He sure does,” came a very familiar voice from behind me. I turned around and gazed into the most perfect set of eyes any man had the pleasure of seeing. I put my arms around my wife’s tiny waste and cupped her buttocks while pulling her in tight. I knew she could feel the stiffness between my legs, and the smile and soft moan let me know she had no problem with the source of the arousal. I leaned into her face, her hands grabbing my face, and the smell of her perfume filled my mind, the warmth of her hands lit a firestorm in my head, and the moist and warm feeling of her lips on my lips made me forget my name. I closed my eyes and welcomed her kiss, my mouth opening and my tongue exploring the tenderness of hers. Her gentle suction pulling my tongue deeper in her mouth, letting me know she needed me in her body, letting me know that she missed me, and letting me know how sexually charged she was.
“How was your day,” I asked her
“Difficult,” she said, “I could not concentrate all day long. People kept asking me what was wrong?” I laughed