Our good friendship of a number of years, always had a suggestiveness and flirtiness to it. Circumstances evolved and the few weeks of that summer took us from good friends, a teasing romance to what was eventually going to be a wondrous sensual holiday. I liked the back and forth we had. The term Silver Fox was completely new to me. The disjointed and often interrupted romance actually made it that much more intense. This chapter is about that tension and romance.
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Platonic-plus would be the best way to describe my friendship with Stefani. We'd known each other through work over the course of several projects and several years. She'd stop by and take me for a coffee break, bring me or the guys coffees or just stop by and chat. Any other sales visit was no more than ten minutes. Stef and I would chat for at least an hour on most occasions.
"Hey, how are you, Zach?" Stefani crossed her legs over, leaning on an angle with one hand up on my office door jamb as if I would have to wrestle my way past her if I wanted to leave.
I imagined feeling down her lovely young body, over her round breasts, either side of her narrow waist, then converging my hands in the 'Y' of the tight denim between her shapely thighs. "I am great Stefani, and just became un-busy!" I smiled hoping that I didn't give away my mind's fondling.
We hugged and she kissed my stubbly cheek. My kiss landed near her ear. My mind wishfully whispered carnal secret thoughts next to her hoop earring.
Stef was a hazel-eyed cute young mom with lovely wide hips, a narrow waist and firm melon-sized breasts. Business and the products her company supplied were far from my mind. Inhaling the tangy yet tropical flower scent of her perfume deep into my nostrils, I conveniently dismissed the fact that she was younger than my daughter. A natural girl-next-door sweetheart she oozed seductive pheromones. Her clingy earth-toned print blouse was painted over her upper body. Electric attraction coursed through my body. My body language was close to almost feeling sexual without touching her. Stef smirked, one hand on her hip and back arched. I'd forget professionalism and company rules when I spent time with her.
"Zach, what are you staring at?" Stef cocked her head to the side and smirked, then drew me in with both arms wide apart.
Probably our friendship and meshing personalities best describe the connection between us. Normally I might not even pick a girl like Stef out of a crowd. Not a city girl or fashion model, perhaps Jodie Foster like prettiness best describes her features and appearance.
It wasn't uncommon for us to greet each other with a friendly hug if she visited. We didn't just talk shop, in fact, usually, our talks ventured into a much more personal level. Conversation flowed easily between us and often she'd spend much longer than she should have, staying and talking to the point that the job site grapevine noted how long that she was hanging around the project offices. It made sense on some level, as we were good customers for her company, but it did feel extended, and being a carnivorous lady-loving male the observations of others didn't concern me.
"Would you stare if you went to a topless beach?" She provoked.
My mind wandered to the all-inclusive-resort days with my ex, when I used to pick the beach loungers that were closest to the topless girls. "I have really dark sunglasses," I replied half-answering her question.
We talked for over two hours with our conversation leading to beachwear, sunscreen and topless beaches, when the staticky crackle of the job site walkie-talkie demanded my presence elsewhere.
"As much as I enjoyed the r-rated direction of our chat, I really better go." In my mind, I cursed the interruption.
"Yes, I need to go too," Stef's smile suggested something more.
When she hugged me goodbye her soft moist lips met mine. I tasted her scent this time so close and subconsciously but naturally slid my hands down to her wide hips just above the roundness of her ass. God, I was more than twice her age, what am I thinking?
I leaned back just a little and pressed my pelvis to her warmth. Stefani's hands mirrored mine. Her small cool hands were on my butt as she also leaned back and straightened her arms. The combination doubling the pressure between my groin and hers. Body heat transmitted easily between the two layers of denim and my cock was erected penetratively. Stefani's eyes said 'I can tell you want to fuck me, Zach. I can feel that big pervy cock of yours pressing on me'
This was getting into taboo territory. My look conveyed the fact that I could lift her up on my desk and fuck her right there. "Well, I guess this is goodbye then. I hope to see you soon Stef!"
"See-ya Zach!" She blew me a slow-motion overtly sensual kiss.
I slipped on one of my larger jackets, hoping that my erection would deflate before catching up with my staff.
After successful completion of that current multi-year project, I had the opportunity to jump around a variety of our other sites and cover for staff vacations. A welcome change of scenery. Unknown to me at the time Stefani was scheduled to do her marketing in that area. I can remember to this day the pleasant surprise on each of our faces when she walked into the other project office and saw me there.
"What are you doing here?" Simultaneously we gave each other a big two-armed hug. It felt natural to plant a kiss on her lips. Stefani's warm smooth lips lingered as her soft subtle body nested against mine. I felt the delicious electricity between her body and mine.
"I'm doing vacation coverage for a week or so." I smiled still tingling inside from the kiss.
With the pretext of a business meeting, she invited me to a small coffee shop across the street, buying me a light brunch and cappuccino. Stef brought our coffees to a less-well-lit intimate table in the corner of the bistro. Caressing her coffee cup quietly for a few minutes as if her thoughts were more confidential than usual.
When our talk did begin to flow, we talked about her secondary career, which was makeup, where her family liked to vacation, her previous marriage and her current one. Most of the conversation was about Stefani. She was melancholy and pragmatic describing how she was moving into a house with her mom and kids and actually looking forward to the separation from her current soon-to-be-ex-husband.
I sensed in the conversation there was a longing for something else. Maybe a missing part of her life, a piece to the puzzle that she needed. It's difficult to say. I avoided her marriage drama. "So, what are your goals for this beauty career, Stef?"
She smiled brightly, "Independence to do more of what I want, but I've always liked the hair and makeup industry."
"Well, you always look pretty so that communicates well to prospective customers." I genuinely complimented her trying not to sound creepy. She fidgeted in her chair after my comment.
"Thanks, Zach." Steph's voice softened warmly, "you're too kind and kind of tempting."
"Maybe you could come to one of our hair and makeup courses." Along with the comedic tone, there was a hint of seriousness in her voice.
Kind of tempting, what does that mean? Was she inviting me for extracurricular activities or just teasing me about the makeup. Possibly testing me? "I think I'll pass, Stef." I smiled, "plus you'd lose clients fast if I did anyone's hair and makeup!"
I wish that I'd continued the innuendo but time passed quickly and the work-related text messages were piling up on my phone. "I should, I guess," I noted reluctantly. Inside I wanted to extend our comfortable conversation for the whole remainder of my workday.
"Yeah, me too." Stef's wanting sigh signaling her wish for the conversation to continue and spend more time talking, as well. Outside the coffee shop oblivious to others around us, we engaged in a conspicuously long hug and kiss.
"What kind of wine do you drink, Zach?"
"Red of course." I looked over my shoulder to see if anyone familiar from the project had seen us.
