Vikki came into my life through a business venture of mine. I had to make some contractual agreements with several not for profit organizations so they'd agree to lend me certain information that they had in their possession. Vikki put the contracts together so I wouldn't get myself into legal trouble. I was expecting to get a 60-ish balding lawyer when I contracted her firm for legal services and instead they sent her out. When we first met she was dressed quite smartly, as one would expect, and conservatively enough to satisfy even the most up tight executive.
Vikki is a leggy Italian woman with auburn hair, gorgeous eyes and lips, and a figure that doesn't quit. She got my attention when she walked through the door and it was difficult maintaining eye contact. I had to, of course, as we had far too much work to do for me to be more than a little distracted.
She'd arrived at my office just before ten in the morning. We sent out for lunch and when six rolled around that evening we still weren't done. I had thought that she'd bring along a couple of boilerplate style contracts and we'd be good. I should realize by now that few things are ever that easy. But also, I had specified I didn't want whoever her firm sent going back to New York before we were ninety percent done. At six that evening we hadn't yet reached that goal. A large part of that reason was the fact that I wasn't nearly as organized and prepared as I thought I'd been. Vikki had to ask me endless arrays of questions to get each contract properly worded so I wouldn't end up in court because we hadn't done due diligence in the first place.
I saw the clock edging past six and I suggested we take a break and go out for something to eat.
"Where do you suggest?" She asked.
I thought for a second and replied, "There a really good Italian place not far from here." She agreed enthusiastically and we were off.
We both did our best to make it a working supper. Vikki had her legal pad with her and continued to make notes and make suggestions straight through dinner.
When dinner was over she picked up the glass of wine she'd been nursing, pushed back a bit in her chair and said, "I need a break how about you?"
I agreed and she directed the conversation to the type of small talk you have when you're on a first date with someone. She was married with kids and I was divorced but in a relationship. From there we went to kids, talked first about mine and then about hers. Then we moved on to sports, old relationships, college, movies and finally to sex. I would love to say I don't know how the conversation got to sex but I have to confess that I purposely pushed it in that direction. As we started talking about sex Vikki seemed to bait me a bit but I was only too willing for such to happen.
We both started drinking a little more as the conversation became heavily laced with sexual innuendo.
"So you ever do it in public?" She asked.
"Yeah you?"
"Does giving head in a moving car count?"
"Sure, why not?"
Vikki gave me a very sly smile and then said, "Excuse me while I go powder my nose."
When she came back Vikki looked a little different. She was wearing a skirt, blouse and jacket that matched her skirt. The jacket had been buttoned up all day but now it was opened and the top three buttons of her blouse were open and showing off her ample cleavage. I hadn't looked at Vikki in a sexual manner prior to that moment but now it felt unavoidable. As she sat down next to me she bent over just enough in front of me that I was able to get a good look down her blouse. I didn't think she had done it accidentally but then I didn't know either. I could only hope she'd done it on purpose. But then I thought "this isn't being very professional." And that thought was followed by "and I don't really give a damn either."
I was entirely turned on by Vikki. I looked down at her hand and saw the engagement ring and wedding band there. I felt momentarily disappointed but then reminded myself that I was in a relationship too so I was equally unavailable.
Suddenly out of the blue Vikki said, "You're cute."
