I remember the first time we met. All I knew is that you were there to provide support for the project and were from a local organisation. You came into the meeting room and sat down quietly just as we were about to start. As you walked across the room to your seat I realised immediately how attractive you were: blonde hair worn quite short, sparkling blue eyes, friendly smile and a lovely figure. I thought you were in your late 30s, though later you told me you were mid-40s - you were in great shape, and younger than me, but not by much. Maybe this would be a more interesting assignment than I had been expecting.
I remember the first time I realised you might be feeling the same way about me as I was about you, a few weeks later, catching your eye across the conference room table, you meeting my inquisitive gaze steadily, noticing the tight top you were wearing, exchanging some flirty remarks later, and how incredibly exciting that was - but also telling myself not to get carried away too quickly (which I almost did, causing you to back off a bit...).
I remember the first time we kissed properly, when you were dropping me off at the station after a meeting, I wasn't expecting it at all, thought you were just going to kiss me quickly goodbye but instead felt your mouth open and your tongue meet mine, it was so erotic.
I remember, so well, every detail, our first time together at the country hotel. Watching out of the window and seeing your car pull up in the car park, wondering what might happen. You came straight up to my room and kissed me, making it clear very quickly that you were really up for things, then we were awkwardly taking each other's clothes off...you told me you had bought new underwear for the occasion.