This story begins right at the end of the first part. Part one is just a hair over 10k words, and you
would
need to read it to make heads or tails of this one. All characters are 18 years or older.
The Suburban MILF's Club: Part Two
Friday
Misty looked up from her computer monitors as Wanda walked in. The handsome black woman smiled knowingly at her. "Diane's two o'clock is here."
Misty sighed. With her boss out for a family emergency, all her appointments had fallen to Misty. This was her second visitor, and she'd just finished her third Zoom meeting. She wondered when she would be able to get to some of her own work. As a project supervisor in a prominent digital ad agency, there was plenty of it.
"Hopefully this won't take too long," she said as she rose from her chair.
Wanda met her eyes. "You might not mind if this meeting runs long," she grinned. Misty's eyes were drawn to the right as she saw a tall man approaching through the glass office wall.
Wanda stepped back as the man approached. He was at least a head taller than Wanda, who was taller than Misty. He turned into her office and smiled broadly. Misty's breath caught in her throat. The man was gorgeous. At least six foot four, with broad shoulders and a barrel chest. His face was ruggedly handsome in a young John Wayne sort of way. His dirty-blonde hair was short and well-groomed, as were his short beard and mustache. He extended his hand as Misty came around her desk.
"It's nice to meet you, Diane, I'm Claude from B.E.S."
Misty cleared her throat. "I'm sorry but Diane is out today unexpectedly. Her son broke his arm, I think. I'm Misty."
Claude's face fell. "I'm sorry to hear that. I hope her son is okay."
Misty looked at the big man and was impressed to see genuine concern for someone he didn't know.
Misty steered them back on track. "What can I do for you today? Diane's itinerary only says 'restrooms' for your appointment. What else can you tell me?"
The big man smiled again and explained. Claude was a senior planning manager for a construction company that did office building renovations. In this case, the restrooms on the fifth floor, which Misty's company was about to expand into.
Nervously, Misty took the man up to the fifth floor. Together they found the restrooms in question. She found it hard to keep her eyes off him. He wore clean blue jeans and a pressed tartan shirt, offset by a well-worn pair of work boots. The man's hands were calloused and rough. She imagined them touching her and felt herself flush.
When they arrived at the restrooms, she turned to him. "Well, I'll leave you to it. Please see Wanda if you need anything else."
She turned back to him when he cleared his throat. He held up a tape measure. "I need someone to hold the other end while I take measurements." His smile was a bit mischievous, and she blushed.
"I'm sure I can find someone to help you," she said uncertainly.
He stepped closer to her. "Come on, it won't take any time at all." His smile was disarming and enticing. Finally, she gave in with a shrug and they got to work. They measured the room's dimensions, distance between plumbing fixtures, and floor drains, while he chatted pleasantly. He jotted everything down in a small pocket notebook. He glanced at her as he wrote. "So, plans this weekend?"
Misty started at the segue in their conversation. "I umm... what makes you ask?"
He shrugged innocently. "No reason. Just making small talk."
She looked away from him. "I'm going to see a friend. My ex has our son this weekend."
Afterward, he walked her back down to her floor. "Well tell Diane that I'm sorry her boy was hurt, but I'm not sorry she wasn't here," he said with a smile.
"Why is that?" she replied.
He stepped closer to her and looked into her blue eyes. "Because I got to spend an hour with you." Misty melted a little inside. Their eyes held one another for several moments and then Claude spoke.
"Here's my card. My cell is on the back in case she has any questions and I'm not in the office. It was great meeting you, Misty."
She did her best not to stammer. "Yeah, same here, umm... Claude."
The big man turned and poked the elevator call button. A loud voice in Misty's head yelled out! "Don't let him get away! Do something!"
"W-wait!" she said. Claude turned with a smile. "Can I see that little notebook, please?" she asked. He stepped away from the elevator doors and reached for his back pocket. He handed her the notebook. Misty stepped close to him, took it, and reached for the mechanical pencil in his shirt pocket. She turned to the first clean page and jotted down her cell phone number. She closed the book and handed it to him, her eyes showing confidence that she wasn't feeling. But she'd never forgive herself for not taking this chance.
She smiled at the handsome man. God, he was easy on the eyes, she thought. "In case you have any questions... for
me