Copyright 2014
This contains material of a sexual nature not suitable for anyone under 18.
Editing contribution by Literotica member Private1stClass vastly improving my story. Thanks!
This is a 2014 Valentine's Day Contest Entry.
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Lou's boss, Frank, was so boring. Pretending to give Frank his complete attention, Lou daydreamed. Fantasizing about women occupied his mind. He had worked long hours and traveled too much over the last months. Except for one notable exception, his love life had been dull. Then, as his boss droned on about their business, a beautiful woman walked into the bar area and he thought, Maybe it's time to change my luck.
It was Lou's second year with the investment bank and his second annual early February "Results" luncheon. He knew the routine. In morning meetings with each team member, his boss reviewed their past fiscal year performance, set goals for the next year, and passed out the bonus checks. For drinks, lunch, and bullshit, Frank hosted their team at a fancy restaurant. The lunch announced business was over and now it was time to celebrate. Lou knew that he should stick with his usual two drinks and forego the hangover he had last after last year's "Results" lunch.
It had been a very successful year for Lou. Recruited by this investment bank for their real estate lending department, his large Christmas bonus reflected his achievements. Lou found that he had an uncanny ability to parse financial numbers and penetrate the bullshit of real estate developers. He could pick the winners from the losers—at least most of the time. Assigned to cure several sick loans, he had gotten the projects back on track and saved the bank millions of dollars in losses had the loans gone into foreclosure. Although he was the junior member of the team, just two years out of college, he was accepted and esteemed as a big contributor to the department's success.
They started their lunch at the bar in a boutique hotel restaurant. Lou was surprised that all 15 or 20 bar seats were empty when he arrived. The dining room had plenty of empty tables and the hostess said she would save them a table. The guys in his department gathered at the entrance to the bar nearest the hostess station and the bar entrance. A chest-high partition separated a very narrow corridor of bar and bar stools from the dining area. Several, like Lou, sat in bar stools backs to the bar and the others clustered in the aisle way in front of the partition. Deep in conversation, they effectively blocked access to the rest of the bar.
A blonde woman—Lou guessed she was 30 to 35 and very attractive—had to squeeze through them at the end of the bar to walk to the other end. As individuals and as pairs, his group moved about to permit her to move through them. It was still a very narrow and congested path. As the blonde navigated their gauntlet, Lou smiled at her and she returned his smile. Wow, Lou thought, she's really good looking. Soon, one, then two, good-looking women between 30 and 50 had to thread through their group of happy, animated men to join the group of women at the other end of the bar. Within 20 minutes, there were about 20 women clustered at the opposite end of the bar.
Some of the women were tall, a few were petite, many were busty, and all were attractive. There were redheads, brunettes, and blondes. Some were their natural hair color and some obviously not. All were elegantly dressed, some in high-heel boots and others in high-heel shoes with dark stockings. The women were not perfect in all respects; yet, their beauty and assets made their imperfections meaningless. All his co-workers noticed them. They eyed all the women as they passed through and exchanged nods and smiles indicating their approval.
His boss, Frank, was a womanizer and Lou glimpsed him copping a feel of a blonde woman's butt, as she traversed his bunch to join the other women. She wore a tight knit red dress that displayed the curves of her hips and ass as well as emphasizing her ample breasts. She didn't appear startled but did turn to see who had stroked her ass. She looked right at Lou, giving him a smile that seemed to convey only one possible interpretation. It seemed to tell him,
that grope was nice, though it's a little naughty, isn't it?
--And Lou believed she was signaling she liked the naughty part. Although his hand was not the guilty one, he warmly smiled back.
A bourbon on an empty stomach loosened Lou's usual restraints on his behavior and he couldn't resist staring at the women. He twisted on his bar stool and kept appraising each one. Two women especially attracted his attention. One was the red dress woman. The other was the very first one who had navigated through his office mates.
Red dress and mystery woman,
Lou identified them in his mind. The red dress lady placed a birdcage veil with a large red heart and little red hearts in the veil on the mystery woman, apparently signifying she was the guest of honor or something for the upcoming Valentine's Day. Lou thought she was gorgeous.
This mystery woman was about 5'5" or so. Her bleached blonde hair, Lou conjectured, was not her natural color. Short and wavy, it was a very becoming cut and style. Her skirt was above her knees and she wore dark hose and three-inch high-heels. She was curvy and her sweater displayed a fine set of large grapefruit sized breasts. Her waist was modest, yet a slight thickening showed she wasn't a young, trim thing anymore. That didn't matter to Lou; he thought that she was gorgeous. He estimated her age at 30 to 35.
Lou traveled a lot for work and all his romances over the past two years had been brief flings. He was dissatisfied with his love life. Maybe just being terribly horny and lonely made him stare at the woman.
As the group of women grew with new arrivals, they stretched out along the entire bar. As the women encroached into Lou's group, he jostled this mystery woman at one point with his elbow.
"I'm sorry," he apologized. She explained that every year at this luncheon somebody was randomly chosen to be the Valentine's Day guest of honor.
She laughed, "And butt of all the jokes and gag gifts, too!"
Lou bit his lips not to retort,
your ass does looks wonderful and I'd like to caress it.
Instead, he smiled and replied, "You look wonderful in the veil and I hope you have a very happy Valentine's Day."
Lou didn't hear her response clearly; he guessed her answer was not an optimistic one. When his team sat down to lunch, he sat directly facing a long table where the women were eating lunch. There, just one table away, Ms. mystery woman sat at the end closest to Lou. Next to her was the red dress lady.
By now, Ms. mystery woman was aware that Lou was giving her appreciative glances. After drinking another glass of wine before lunch arrived, Lou couldn't stop eyeing her. As he ate, he gazed across the table at her. She noticed him watching her but didn't frown or grimace. Every time she caught him staring, she gave him a nervous smile. Soon, she returned his looks with a more inquiring expression.
Lou's boss noticed he was distracted and demanded that he get back involved with what Lou knew was total bullshit. The mystery woman left the table for what he supposed was a potty stop. Lou fumbled in his pocket and found his business card. He scribbled on the back: "I apologize for staring. You are very beautiful and I would like to meet you." On the printed side, he underlined and circled his cell phone number. Rushing from the table, he intercepted his mystery lady as she returned down the corridor from the restrooms.
He gave her his card and grinning said, "I just couldn't stop admiring your beauty. Please accept my apology for staring."
She took his card, intently studying his scribbled message. Turning it over, she looked at his face and considered him. She read the printed side aloud. "Louis B. Shipton, Senior Analyst for Real Estate Investment." With a shy smile, she murmured, "I noticed you, too."
She brushed by him and returned to her table. By then Lou's group was gathering in the lobby and leaving the restaurant. He gave one last glance at his mystery woman. She was showing the red dress woman what he assumed was his business card with its scribbled message and whispering in her ear. They both turned toward him. He could imagine his mystery woman telling the red dress, "That's him."
Joan, Lou's mystery woman, and in the red dress her best friend, Sally, had noticed Lou even before he had given his card and note to Joan. While his staring had not been indiscreet or offensive, they detected him eyeing them. The two huddled after the luncheon and discussed what Joan should do. Joan believed Lou's note was an obvious invitation for a date, at the least, not just a phone chat. Sally agreed and told Joan about the unidentified groper who stroked her ass when she passed through the men standing with Lou. She related how she had she turned to learn whose hand had fondled her butt and given Lou her most encouraging smile. When Sally turned, she had discovered that it clearly wasn't Lou's hand. Given Mr. Louis B. Shipton's interest in her friend, she thought if he had been the one fondling her ass, maybe she would have gotten the interesting note.
For Sally, Lou was a hunk. Handsome, well built, and a confident smile gave him magnetism and allure that aroused her. Her biggest disappointment was that Joan attracted him and got his inviting note.
Sally encouraged Joan to respond to Lou's note. She pointed out the obvious: their husbands, partners in an import/export company, traveled most of the time to Asia and Africa. Their children were away in college, and the two were lonely and received little flattery or compliments at home. Sally argued that they were at the sexual prime of their lives and deserved to be flattered, pampered, and fucked. Staying at home with TV, books, and what excitement they could generate using their own hands is what the two mostly did. Although Sally did no more than talk about sex outside their marriages, Sally always voiced much more adventurous ideas about sexual encounters. Joan expected that she would encourage this dalliance.
Joan wondered just who Louis B. Shipton was. She knew she could find out. Joan was a forensic accountant. She examined financial records to discover the reality of payments, deposits, or hidden funds that accounting records may or may not accurately represent. Law enforcement agencies contracted with her to audit financial records for criminal investigations. She had even done small jobs for the FBI and Homeland Security.
On her laptop at home, Joan perused the various databases she used in her forensic accounting and clicked through Google for Louis B. Shipton. Quickly she discovered the basics: two years out of college, majored in Economics and History, Honors graduate, and ran the 400 meters on the college track team. His credit was very good and he wasn't in any of the law enforcement data bases. She found a three-year-old picture of him holding up the first place trophy at the New England Collegiate Championship meet amidst his 1600-meter relay teammates. Joan had spectated at that event last year when her son Terry competed in the 100 meters for U State there.
My, my,
she mused to herself,
