The two encounters depicted below are mostly true and from memory. However, I did take some literary license in recounting certain events.
Here it is once again, Super Bowl weekend. Every year during this time I relive great memories of an affair that started on a Super Bowl Sunday.
It was a office romance. She was in charge of inventory and stocking items in our warehouse located 300 miles south of the corporate office. I was assigned a special project to reduce inventory levels and move to a just in time inventory system, which meant meeting with all our suppliers. She and I met many times to discuss these changes and how the system would work once implemented.
Before I continue I should explain her looks, and situation. She was 35 years old, married and had three children. Long red hair, nice full lips, beautiful piercing eyes, white alabaster skin, she was not thin, but not overweight either, just pleasantly thick in places, and I must say all the right places. Thick thighs, plump ass and full breasts. She wore dresses or skirts as was the corporate policy except for casual Fridays when she wore mainly skin tight jeans. She was hard working, funny and a pleasure to have on the project.
As for me, I was 53 years of age. Yes, she was 18 years younger than me. I was married like her, only my children were grown and out of the house. My hair starting to grey. Not overweight, just two small love handles.
Along with her career, she was studying to obtain her BS college degree. Many evenings after the work day was complete and most people had left for the day, she would be in her cubical studying. She liked staying after work so she could concentrate entirely on her studies without the distractions of her family and home life. I worked late most evenings, and would stop by her cube to say hi and chat. We became friends and I looked forward to our evening visits and chats. Soon our conversations became more intimate talking about sex, relationships we both had past and present. I couldn't resist this attractive woman and many times I made flirtatious remarks.
Now with the background information covered, I will continue with Super Bowl Sunday. A meeting was scheduled for Monday morning with one of her vendors at the warehouse 300 miles away. We decided to drive to the warehouse on Super Bowl Sunday. Yes a 4 to 5 hour drive, but flying takes as much time with security and trips to and from the airport. I was looking forward to the drive as we could chat the entire time and not worry about being over heard like when we were in the office. As our friendship blossomed, so did my fantasies about this beautiful red head.
Picking her up at her house would be out of the way and take considerably more time. So we agreed I would pick here up at a designated gas station, which was on the way out of town. Their van pulled in and I was introduced to her husband and children. I believe her husband felt more at ease by meeting me in person, plus being older then what he may have anticipated. I put her overnight bag in the trunk, as she said goodbye to her family. She got in my car and off we went.
It was February and winter, so it took a while for her to warm up and take off her winter coat. She had on a beautiful tight, stretchy, long sleeve, red pull over, which showed a considerable amount of cleavage, plus tight jeans. I mentioned how great she looked.
Silently thinking to myself about her tight pull over, and how it accented her abundant cleavage, did she wear that to impress me? I also thought, what did her husband think of her outfit? A lucky man all the same.
As we drove we talked about the project and expectations for Monday morning. We also chatted about regular subjects, her school, family, relationships and of course finally some sexual exchanges. Both of us becoming more comfortable discussing our sexual likes, dislikes and present sexual disappointments, laughing at many of our answers and tales.
I mentioned to her about an embarrassing moment I had, it related to her. She turned in the car seat to face me, was all ears, and anxious to know how she was part of my embarrassment.
I confessed my fondness for fishnet or patterned nylons and/or pantyhose. The incident happened at a meeting we had in the conference room a week or so back, related to this project. She was wearing a skirt with fishnet nylons and was seated next to me. I told her how my eyes continued to wander to get glimpses of her sexy fishnet covered legs and thighs. Also, troublesome was the intoxicating aroma of her perfume. I shyly confessed, that it got me a bit excited, both because of her choice of nylons, but also her close proximity to me. I revealed, it had gotten me aroused and somewhat stiff. This made her laugh and comment on how she had no idea.
I continued, you may not have noticed, but when the meeting finished, I remained seated at the conference table, not wanting to stand with a bulge in my pants. You had no idea the effect you had on me.
She seemed pleased at causing me such discomfort. She began asking, rapid, clarifying questions, "You had a woody?" "A boner?". "A hard on?", "A bulge in your pants?", "During a meeting?". "I smelled good?", "All because of me?" giggling and laughing, which made me flush and turn red. She informed me that from now on she will keep a close eye on my actions during meetings and will wear more fishnet or pattern nylons.
We were both silent for several minutes after my confession. I thought about her last statement, that in the future she would watch me closer and wear nylons or pantyhose I find so attractive. I believed we were building trust and openness.
Her quiet thoughts were about how open I was to share such an intimate, uncomfortable situation. The sexual reaction I had to her attire and proximity made her smile. It made her feel sexy and desirable.
We finally arrived, checked into the hotel and received our room keys. My position and frequent trips to the warehouse allowed me to book a suite. The suite had a king size bed, a small living room with a gas fireplace, mini bar and a Jacuzzi tub in the corner of the bedroom. We agreed to meet in about an hour in the lobby, then grab a bite to eat. We both needed to settle into our rooms, check in with our families to let them know we arrived safely.
