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Bill sat toward the rear of the small auditorium listening to the motivational speaker bray on and on about how to sell products. He had lost count of number of seminars such as this one that his boss had sent him to. Bill was the best salesman his company had ever had, bringing in millions of dollars in business every year for the past twenty years. His personal financial state was excellent and second only to his boss. Bill just worked for the pure joy of selling. He didnât need the money any more, but at fifty years old, he wasnât even thinking of retirement.
Billâs boss had also come to Florida to attend the seminar and brought his wife, Sandra, to enjoy the beaches and malls at Miami Beach. After two days Billâs boss had been called back to the office in Philadelphia. Meanwhile his wife decided to stay the weekend and enjoy Floridaâs balmy weather and sunny beaches. Bill had never met the bossâs wife. His boss and she traveled in the upper class of society and made a habit of never socializing with the âhelpâ.
Bill had his first glimpse of the bossâs wife when they checked in to the hotel. All he knew about her was that her name was Sandra. Seeing her from across the hotel lobby she looked pretty and had dark hair. He couldnât see any more of her as she was wearing fluffy leisure clothing that covered her from her shoulders to her ankles. He guessed that was the style in the upper reaches of Philadelphia society. That one look was enough to disinterest Bill in his bossâs choice of a spouse. She was pretty, but Bill thought that she was probably a society snob.
Finally, the speaker ended his talk and Bill rose to stretch. He had had enough sales motivation for one day and decided to skip the afternoon sessions in favor of a nice afternoon nap in his room. He awoke from his nap at four oâclock in the afternoon. Moving into the shower, Bill lathered his firm body and rinsed himself off. As he toweled himself dry he looked at his naked body in the full length mirror in the bathroom. His one hundred ninety pounds were well distributed over his six foot frame. Billâs hair was still a dark brown with a tinge of silver gray at his temples. His cock was larger than most when flaccid, but erect it only stood at six and one half inches.
Bill dressed casually in a shirt and slacks. Looking at his watch he saw that it was just after five oâclock and time to have a cocktail and dinner. He liked to eat early to avoid the crowds and the long wait for a table. Bill rode the elevator to the lobby and headed to the bar in the hotel restaurant. It was nearly empty and there were many seats at the bar and several tables waiting for patrons. He took a seat at the bar as the bartender was walking toward him.
âGood evening, sir,â the bartender said, âmay I get you something?â
âGood evening,â Bill replied, âa whiskey and water, please.â The bartender poured the drink and moved on to let Bill sip his whiskey alone. Bill spied the Maitreâd and waived him over. He gave him a fifty dollar bill and asked him to reserve a table for him in about an hour. The Maitreâd thanked him and nodded affirmatively. Bill returned to his drink and sipped it slowly as he watched the patrons begin to enter the restaurant. He smiled to himself as he looked the different variety of clothing the patrons wore. It didnât seem to him to be that long ago when the better restaurants required men to be in suits with a tie and ladies in dresses. Progress is good, he thought, the era of comfortable clothes was an improvement.
Bill sipped at his second whisky and water as the restaurant began to fill up, glad that his table was safe. The Maitreâd stopped by to tell him that he neednât hurry as he had reserved a small âtable for twoâ for him. Bill thanked him and returned to his drink. He looked down the bar and sitting three seats from him was a gorgeous lady. Her head was turned to the side, so he couldnât see her face, but what he could see was terrific.
She wore a miniskirt that revealed ample well shaped thighs and legs. Her waist was small and her breasts, though not huge were absolutely perfect for her size. Her tight top suggested the she wore no bra and her nipples pushed out at the fabric that contained them. She turned her head and he saw that it was his bossâs wife, Sandra. Sandra smiled slightly and turned her attention to her drink. Bill was surprised to see her and moreover, surprised at how good she looked up close.
A few minutes passed and he heard her talking to the Maitreâd. She requested a table, but he told her that she would have to wait at least an hour. Even a large tip could not dissuade the Maitreâd, as the tables were all taken. Bill smiled to himself and decided to play hero. He turned to Sandra and said, âHello. You donât know me, but I have the pleasure of knowing you, Sandra.â He said as she looked puzzled at him. âI work for your husband. My name is Bill Roche. Iâm his salesman in the southeast USA, maâam.â
Sandra smiled, âOh, yes, Iâve heard your name several times. My husband speaks often about you and the wonderful job you do for him,â she said.
âI couldnât help overhearing your discussion with the Maitreâd about a table. If you like, you can share mine. I bribed him into holding a small table for me.â