Amy and I had been dating for a few months. She was divorced with two children. Her son Ted was 21 and finishing at the University of Pittsburgh. Her daughter Samantha was a sophomore at the University of Florida. Her former husband Henry had remarried a woman that he had a 4-year relationship before divorcing Amy.
At 46 Amy was attractive and professional. We met during an office Christmas party but didn't click at the time. She was going through the divorce and wasn't interested in any relationships. Maybe a one-night stand but nothing more. At that time, I had been divorced for over two years and hadn't really felt the need to start a new relationship. Paying for the failed marriage kept me focused on earning a living. I was not sure I could afford another. My sex life involved watching porn and masturbating. Not very fulfilling.
Over a year's time I did run into Amy in the company's cafeteria. We spoke and in fact she joined me and several co-workers for lunch. She worked in the Accounting Department and I was Vice President of Marketing. Both jobs kept us busy.
In mid-September I was extremely busy and finally decided on a late lunch.
Sitting by myself reading an article in one of the trade magazines we get at the office, a soft voice asked, "May I join you?"
It was Amy also having a late lunch. We had a pleasant conversation about work and company politics.
As we finished, I said, "Hey would you like to get a drink after work today? Woody's has a great happy hour."
For the first time in years I had "butterflies in my stomach" while asking Amy for a drink after work. It wasn't the food.
She smiled, "Yes, I would love to join you. Let's meet in the lobby about 5:30".
I replied, "That sounds great. See you then".
With another smile Amy headed off to the elevator for the 5th floor and I left for my office on the first floor. The next four hours passed very slowly. Although there were plenty of business issues to keep me busy, the time dragged.
At 5:30 I left several unfinished projects that I normally would have stayed and worked until they were completed but not tonight. I proceeded directly to the lobby. Amy had not arrived yet. The marble floors and wood paneled walls gave this area a feeling of grandeur. For the first time, since joining the company 5 years ago, I had taken time to appreciate this beautiful space. After a few minutes the elevator door opened, and 4 people walked out.
This striking brunette at 5 ft 8in, nice figure, and beautiful legs was the last to emerge from the elevator.
Amy immediately apologized, "I am sorry I am late, but my boss had to have some answers to a project he was presenting to the board tomorrow."
Smiling I said, "I understand that situation perfectly."
As a Vice President my car was parked in a covered space just a few yards from the main entrance. While the senior officers of the company parked in the garage under the building, I was still parking outside but with a covered place, it kept me dry during the rainy season. After holding the door for Amy, I hopped into the driver's seat. Within 5 minutes we were at Woody's. This was a local bar off the tourist maps. Unless you were from Tampa Bay you wouldn't find it. It had a great view of the Gulf of Mexico, good drinks, and great food.
With a glass of Merlot for Amy and Pinot Noir for me we started talking, at first it was the usual small talk about the office, her children, and Upcoming football season. After a while she started talking about her ex-husband. It soon became clear that this professional, attractive, and intelligent woman had deep anger about him. His job required him to travel throughout the country. A few years before their divorce, Henry was spending more and more time in Chicago. While there was always an explanation, Amy started to suspect something was going on in the "Windy City". Amy started tracking her husband's IPhone and found it was always at the same location when he was in Chicago. Confronting Henry, Amy wanted answers. The answer she got wasn't what she wanted.
Amy was in tears when she shared how Henry broke the news to her.
He reportedly said, "I am not in love with you. You are too inhibited, your boobs are too small, your ass is too big, and you are as much fun as a bag of potatoes in bed. I want a divorce and am leaving you."
Sobbing she said, "So, he left me, filed for divorce, and is living in Chicago with a blonde bimbo."
It was clear that this was a monumental emotional disaster. I would later learn how it completely changed Amy.
Our drinks turned into dinner, and cocktails. During our conversation I was surprised when Amy shared with me that she had been on several adult websites trying to meet new people. Over time meeting a variety of people she had expanded her life's experiences. I wasn't sure what that meant but clearly there was more about Amy that I did not know than I knew.
As we were getting back into my car, she asked, "Have you been on any adult websites?"
I mumbled, "Yes, some porn sites."
She then asked, "What types of sites do you like? Do you prefer heterosexual, Bi, gay, or transgender sites?"
I spoke softly and said, "Well I have been on a number but can't remember anyone that stands out."
Sensing my embarrassment Amy said, "I understand there are many exciting things to see. I have been on a number of sites myself. I can get excited on most but watch gay and lesbian porn is a real turn on for me. Have you ever been on my favorite website?"
I just nodded "No".
"You might want to check it out. I have a profile there. My screen name is 'FireyRose'."
As we pulled next to her parked car, she thanked me for a wonderful evening.
"Thank you for a great evening. I really enjoyed our time together and perhaps we can do this again. I really enjoy being with you."
As I held her car door, she gave me a big hug and kiss.
I said. "Good night, see you tomorrow at the office."
All the way home I thought about Amy's comments about adult sites. Once home, instead of heading for bed, I started my computer and went to her favorite website. After a few minutes I entered FireyRose into the Search menu and there she was. Amy's professional image was in marked contrast with her online profile. Listed as a bi-sexual, switch she enjoyed many things including bondage, whips, spanking, and anal play. Her pictures were in stark contrast to the image of her leaving the elevator. The black corset, bra, nylons, and heels made look extremely sexy. I started to develop a hard on just looking. After an hour of looking at her profile, I finally had to relieve my sexual tension by masturbating. Despite the temporary relieve, a good night's sleep was no longer an option. All I could think about was Amy.
Arriving at the office at 7:30 the next morning I was still in an aroused state. While a few projects required my attention, my lack of concentration made the work hard. At about 8:15 I received an inter-office email from the Accounting Department. The Senior Vice President of Accounting asked me to meet with his project manager over lunch at 12:30. Not certain what they wanted to talk about but being corporate savvy, I replied Certainly.
At 12:30 I was waiting at the cafeteria door and who should show up but Amy.
Smiling she said, "I see you received the email. I am the project manager you are to have lunch with." I smiled.
After getting lunch and finding a corner table away from the main area we started to talk.
She said, "I really enjoyed talking with you last night. You really are a great guy. By the way did you have a chance to check my profile?"
Not able to control my smile, "You are really a hot woman. I couldn't sleep all night just thinking about how great you looked. I am ashamed to admit I was excited."
"Don't be ashamed, I am flattered that you think of me that way. I sense you are like me in that you were brought up to think of sex as something dirty or only done in the bedroom. I was that way until I did some exploring and found new freedom. How about you?"
In a low voice I said, "My former wife became very dissatisfied with me. She felt I lacked passion and a willingness to make her sexually fulfilled. I was basically a useless drone rather than a bull male."
Gently touching my arm, "I understand. There is nothing to be ashamed of, you just need an opportunity to learn. I want you to come over to my house for dinner tonight so we can talk some more. I will make something simple and we can talk. In the mean time can you send me your projected sales figures and anticipated expense for the ARS project. That way my boss knows I was working, and he does want to see them. Here is my business card." On the back was her home address.
Smiling I said, "Yes for dinner and yes you have the ARS information by 3:00. When do you want me to come to dinner and what can I bring?"
"Great, just bring yourself. Dress casual and be comfortable. Let's get together about 7:00."
I replied, "Sounds good. I will see you then."
Back in my office I prepared the information for Accounting and sent it to Amy by 3:00. I received a reply, "Thank you for your help we appreciate it. We will not forget your efforts and they will be rewarded. "
The afternoon seemed to drag but at 5:45 I left the office. Running home, I changed into jeans and t-shirt. On the way to Amy's I picked up a bottle of good Merlot. The 20-minute drive took forever. Every traffic light was red, and traffic crawled. Finally, I reach her home in Westchase.
