I was sitting at a large, round table, that accommodated twenty people, in the front of a huge ballroom, during a company Christmas party. It was early. There were to be 1500 people at this party and many of them were still filing in. People were all over the ballroom in small and large groups conversing, socializing, and some were seeking out seats at tables for the dinner that would soon be served.
I was the Vice President in charge of Sales, for a nationwide computer software company that specialized in medial records systems. We serviced hospitals, clinics, and individual doctor's offices across the country. This party was in Miami, FL., for our south eastern regional office and I was the guest of honor, having come from the home office in Nashville, TN. I knew many of the people in the room by name, more by sight, and a few of them knew me, but none of them knew me closely, as I didn't work out of this office. I was here to pat backs, shake hands, and make a short speech after dinner. I had been working the room for more than an hour, but was now relaxing with a Jack and Coke, at a table, waiting for dinner to begin. There were already several other people and a few couples sitting at the same table with me.
Then an absolutely stunningly beautiful, and very sexy blond woman, walked up to some empty chairs across the table from me, holding the arm of a man, and she asked if anyone had claimed these chairs yet.
This woman looked to be about 40, maybe a little younger, or a few years older. She was well tanned, (at this time of the year it had to be from a tanning bed). Her shoulder length, blond hair, fell to her bare shoulders and framed her pretty face that had a very skillfully done makeup job, including bright red lipstick.
She was wearing a black satin, or silk dress, with thin straps over each shoulder. The dress was very low cut, showing all of her ample cleavage, and this dress absolutely clung to every curve of this woman's body! She wasn't a skinny woman, but she wasn't fat either. Voluptuous would be the correct term to describe her, curvy in all the right places, but very well proportioned. This dress clung to her body so well, that it was almost like it was her second skin. I could plainly see the soft bumps of her nipples on the front of each of her breasts. The dress hugged her body so well, that as it went over her belly, you could even see the slight indentation of her bellybutton on her flat, but not muscular tummy. It clung to her curvy hips, and then flared a bit below her ass, until it ended at the hem about mid-thigh, short, but not mini skirt short.
She wasn't wearing any stockings, her legs being beautifully tanned and smooth. She had on a pair of shiny red, high heels, with straps around the ankles, and she had a gold anklet around her left ankle, just above a delicate flower tattoo on the outside of her ankle.
This woman was stunning! As she and her date stepped up to the table, I politely jumped to my feet but then probably not so politely, scanned her body up and down as I barely heard her ask the question about the seats. In fact, she had to repeat it, before I answered it.
"No. No. No one is sitting there," then motioning with my hand for them to take the seats, I said, "Please, sit down."
As they sat down, and the fellow held her chair for her, I noticed that the name tag that we all wore around our necks on lanyards, that she was wearing, said her name was Cynthia, and that she worked in Accounting in Atlanta. I made a mental note to get through the accounting office the next time I was in Atlanta, I wanted to see what this Goddess looked like in everyday business attire. Dinner was soon served and everyone around the table held polite conversation. Much of the time, the people at the table were asking me specific questions and listening intently to my answers. I was, as much as I could, without being too obvious, constantly looking at the gorgeous blond seated across from me. I noticed that during dinner, several times, the fellow she was with, his name tag said his name was Steve, and he worked in Accounting in Tampa, (I thought that these two must not be married if they work and live that far apart), had his hand under the table and I imagined that he was probably rubbing that gorgeous blond's leg, or my dirty imagination thought, maybe even higher.
After dinner, I was introduced and called to the stage and podium to speak. It was a short speech where I highlighted company achievements the past year, recognized some of the individual achievers, here, in the south east region, and I handed out a couple of plaques and awards.
After my speech was completed it was about 8:30 pm and the party was on! A band struck up some music, the dance floor filled with people, the waiters and waitresses worked to clear the dinner dishes, and the bar was selling fast. I found an empty seat near the end of the bar, no one was interested in sitting at the bar, they just rushed up, got their drinks then disappeared into the crowd. Several people and groups of people would come by and engage me in conversation every once in awhile and I was constantly scanning the crowd, wondering where that Goddess, named, Cynthia had gone.
At one point, I was sitting kind of sideways at the bar, leaning on the bar with my left arm and trying to get a bartender's attention to come down that way, so I could get another Jack and Coke.
I suddenly heard a female voice ask, "Is this seat taken?"
I snapped my head around and saw that it was Cynthia. I quickly hopped out of my seat and grabbing her hand, I politely, and gentlemanly, offered her the empty seat next to mine.
As she got up into the bar stool seat, she laughed and said, "It seems to me like that's all I've been able to say to you all night."
Once she was seated, I got back into my seat and motioned for the bartender again. This time he saw me and headed down our way.
I looked at Cynthia and told her, "Well here's your chance to say something different to me. What are you drinking?"
"I'll have a margarita over crushed ice, salted glass, and a shot of tequila," she said with a smile.
When the bartender got to me, I ordered my Jack and Coke and gave him Cynthia's order. Then I turned my attention back to her.
I asked her, "Where did your husband, or date go?"