I nodded in agreement that I would do exactly that, after all who doesn't agree to anything a really ultra-sexy woman tells you.
I signed up, selected the upholstery style and pattern from her samples, then paid my deposit. I was already a customer so I didn't need to fill out any of the multitude of paperwork like last time, or give a sample of my DNA. As we stood up at the end, she came to me and briefly hugged me adding a quick kiss to my cheek.
"Bob, it has been lovely seeing you again, and I hope we can get together again in the future. It would really be nice if it was for more than just a sales pitch."
I had put my arms around her in response to her hug and I enjoyed the kiss. My brain frizzled when she said she would like to see me outside of her work, but then it all went belly up with her next comment.
"But not to be, unfortunately. The company has a strict non fraternising rule. We can flirt and have some innocent fun, but no dating or serious contact. Such a shame because you seem like a really great guy. Even Barb likes you, and she has only talked on the phone to you."
I felt disheartened, like someone had taken away my favourite toy, as I followed her to the door and let her out. Her last comment was all business as she advised that the technical department would be in contact about delivery and setting up the chair. With that she was gone and after a moment of disappointment I went quickly to my bedroom, stripping off my clothing along the way. By the time I arrived and laid down my cock was more than ready for some attention. It was ready multiple times before I managed to sleep.
#2
It was over a week before I got the message that my chair would be delivered the next Saturday morning. It had the usual palaver of having someone there to receive it, and they would definitely be there as early as possible between 7am and 1pm. I waited home and they definitely turned up as specified, at 12:55pm. Two men delivered it and I thought they could have been the same as before, but I wasn't taking that much interest in them. The chair was in two parts and they just put them in the living room and left. I am no furniture maker, and although it looked obvious that one part was the seat and the other was the back of the chair, I didn't want to risk doing it wrong.
It was just as well as a few minutes later the door bell chimed, and I was overjoyed that Cynthia was the technician. She was 172 centimetres of sex appeal, with some of her covered in a sexy light blue dress. This company seemed to only employ women of abundant sex appeal. Blonde with those jiggling boobs showing in her cleavage, and her hips and butt displayed to perfection. I got another treat to a showing of them as she went straight to work putting the chair together, commenting it was good I hadn't tried to do it. There are specific connections to be made between the parts.
Watching her work I had to comment on the appearance of the chair, "Cynthia, I hate to say anything negative, but the chair isn't the same as the sample covering I chose. It's a dull grey, bland covering. She turned to face me as much as she could as she continued putting connections together, giving me a fantastic view of her abundant cleavage.
"That's right Bob, this is like the bed. The base is the 'behind the scenes' operating system, and the cover to go over it is the client interface," she continued working as her head glanced across at a sealed package on the coffee table, "Have a look in that package, it's okay to unseal it."
I did as told to find folded material in my chosen chair cover. It felt smooth to my touch and almost like I was caressing a woman's bare skin. What I thought of as a very tactile experience. The experience was very similar to the first time I touched sheet for my bed. The fabric was like a live being wanting to cuddle me. I stood still as the sensations from the fabric made me feel more horny than watching Cynthia. A touch on my forearm broke me from the spell to find a smiling Cynthia standing in front of me.
"A wonderful feeling isn't it. My chair at home makes me feel like that every time I sit in it. Like returning to the arms of a lover," a shiver went through her body and her face took on a look of ecstasy, "Ooh, just thinking about it sends shivers up my spine."
Her eyes opened to see me smiling as I had been concentrating on the visible effects of her shivering. That cleavage really spoke volumes to me. She noticed my cock poking out in my shorts which raised a huge smile on her lips.
"Mm, nice one Bob. Shame about our company policy."
"Yes, I've heard about that. We just have to do and enjoy what we can."
She smiled back at me and returned to business mode, "Right, I just have to fit the chair cover and I'm all done. Just give me a minute to do this."
If it was possible, my cock got bigger and harder, pushing the front of my shorts further into the room. Cynthia was making certain that the cover was very well fitted to the chair base. I stood there mesmerised as she started bending at the hips facing away from me, giving a great view of her tightly clad arse and thighs. If that dress rode up any further her butt cheeks would have been doing a peak-a-boo game with me. Her next spot was on the other side of the chair bending similarly but giving me a wonderful gift of her full cleavage. The dress neckline was fully strained as her bust tried to escape its confines. I could only guess that if the fabric was a little looser to start with, her nipples would have plopped out. Her movements set off her hanging boobs wriggling, making me salivate in lust. She moved to a third position squatting down to the side of the chair giving me a likeable profile. Her dress rode up her thighs until her panties should have been visible at the sides.
I thought to myself it was unfortunate she had kept her knees locked together. Her last effort was on the opposite side of the chair, but this time she was facing more towards me as she squatted to make some corrections to the chair cover. I couldn't see what she was doing as it looked fine to me, but I was enjoying the spectacle of her body too much to worry about the chair. This time her knees separated giving me a perfect view up her dress to see her pubic area. She was wearing pale blue panties matching her dress. To start with I thought they were dark blue until I noticed that they were wet and see through, her labia shape visible. It seemed she was as turned on as I was.
She had tried to hide her face from me as she was fussing around the chair, but every now and again I caught her smile. Her attention must have been on me because I inadvertently twitched my cock which was obvious in my shorts, and she stiffened when I did this. As she relaxed I heard a quiet moan, and liquid was now dripping from her crotch. I was astounded at how these women involved were so caught up in displaying themselves to me. I had never met anyone like them, so into exhibitionism. It was fantastic. I was sad when she stood and stated that the installation was completed and she had to go. She placed another sheet of paper on the coffee table asking me to sign it that I was satisfied with the service. I was disappointed that I had to turn away to do this as she went about tidying up and storing her tools and folders. A booklet was left on the table.
Her last words as she packed up were just like Helen's had been, "Now Bob, make sure you read this manual all the way through. It's important that you know how to make your experience the best possible. This chair will produce lifelike sensations for everything showing on the TV, the book you're reading, or any other activity whilst sitting. It is vital you know how to control those sensations. Okay?"
I nodded in agreement, although I was still in lala-land after her sexy display.
She led the way to the door, but before leaving she gave me a hug, holding to me for a full minute. I returned the hug and even the kiss to the cheek she gave me. As we were separating her hands ran down my sides as though she was trying to memorise the feel of me. With a last sad smile she left, leaving me standing there watching her swaying hips leave the property. I closed the door and as I walked back to the living room I felt a lump in my left pocket. It was a lovely surprise to find a light blue G-string had been left there. I ran the wet material between my fingers and then brought it up to my nose, loving the scent of woman on it. I was smiling as I entered the living room to see my new chair waiting for me.