Peter and I are high school friends, college buddies and neighbors now. We go long way. He is younger than me by few months. He always ribbed me about being the old guy. We work in the same office. I am his boss and Partner in the company. We both looked out for each other. This is one hell of an advantage in corporate world.
People say that we are like pair of tigers, hunting together when on a deal. Peter is more of an extrovert with boyish charm. I am introvert with calm but ruthless disposition. He always makes the first connect, entices the party, I have the patience and negotiation skill to reel them in. This approach always nailed it for us, be it dames or in the board room. Socially our families interact at parties, but they are just ornamental to the friendship between us.
Peter and I are working on a multi-million dollar deal with Japanese firm. The success of this deal can catapult Peter into being partner on my recommendation. Peter visited Tokyo a month back to close the deal but could not convince the guys. Maybe his easy going pleasant disposition did not gel well them. If the board came to know about this, Peter's high paying job would be on line. Failure travels fast in our circle. Peter would be highly impacted. You see- He bought the new place with high mortgage payments and his kids had just started in private school, long held cherished desire of his wife.
To give it a last try I flew to Tokyo last week to convince the clients to go with us. The talks went well and my personality seems to sit better with them. The clients did not say yes right away. They said that they'll revert to us the following week. Before I left, they asked me to assure them that I'll personally monitor the program.
My wife Sheila went to her parents place while I was away and she would be back on Sunday evening. I landed back Saturday a day early. I got up early. All that globetrotting messed my body clock. I knew Peter would be at gym and decided to wait to brief him about the trip until his return. To unwind and fill the time, I started to fix the garden.
After a while I heard Peter slam the car door as he just returned from gym. I smiled as I saw proof of our different personality again; Peter drove a swanky red Porsche and I drove a Jeep. Peter saw me working on the garden and invited me for a beer at his place. Peter and I started exchanging the notes of the last week at work.
Sarah, Peter's wife, walked onto us, two sweaty guys slouching in their tracks. Peter asked me to join them for the meal as my wife is yet to return from her parents place. Peter and Sarah's kids, Jamie and Nicole, were at their grandparents place. I agree it must be hard for Sarah to accommodate unplanned male bonding at drop of a hat. I could sense Sarah's discomfort at the invitation and her silent fuming. Throughout the meal Sarah was flighty and guarded. When our hands accidentally touched, as we reached for the dish at the same time, she jumped as if she were scalded.
I spent rest of the meal noticing Sarah. The slight swell of her pert 36B breasts in deep V of her spaghetti straps, the flowing fit of her summer dress falling over hips emphasized her lush curvy hips, the glimmer of light on her shiny shoulder length deep red hair, the twinkling long danglers in her ear, her brown eyes with long lashes, her full wide mouth painted pink – which I wanted to bury myself into while she licked me slowly. Oh and the way she smelled. I found myself flaring my nostrils like a bull in heat to breathe her spicy scent into me. My cock stirred to semi erectness.
As it was football season, after the meal Peter and I sat down to watch the game. The match was playing on loud. Peter raised his eyebrows when we heard, over the din of the game, Sarah slam down something in the kitchen. Peter chuckled and said that the unexpected plan of him inviting me for meal seems to have miffed Sarah. I told Peter that it was insensitive of me to barge in on their weekend and that I will go apologize to Sarah. Peter shrugged and said good luck for Sarah always has bad temper for trivial things and it's hard to talk her out when she is in one of her moods. I smiled and told Peter not to worry and that I will try and fix this too. I walked into the kitchen.
Sarah was at the counter looking out of the window drying her just washed hands. Due to the racket from the game she did not hear me come in, as I went and stood behind her. The slight summer breeze from the kitchen door looking onto garden on the other side was ruffling her dress making the line between her ass cheeks play hide and seek with the soft fabric. The image of Sarah in swimsuit at our last outing on the beach flashed before my eyes. I devoured her with my eyes – her bare long arms, supple thighs, exposed calves, small feet encased in stilettos, her red painted toenails peeping out - I was rock hard.
