I first met the woman with whom I was later to spend a great deal of time at a conference of our company's mid-level executives. I had seen her several times before but had no idea that she was an executive. She had always dressed rather simply but in good taste, unlike other "secretaries," as I at first thought she was.
Her name was Alayne Catterall, as I learned as we chatted during one of the breaks interspersed in the all-day conference. She was in Personnel, and I learned afterwards that she'd had an impressive record in direct sales before she was promoted to a staff position in what appeared to me to be an incongruous department for a person with her abilities.. The person who told me about her was of the opinion that she was going far, and seemed to be a bit enamored of her. Several others with whom I casually spoke of her, men and women, all seemed to regard her with—what can I call it?—a sort of reverence?
Over the next few months...I had little to do with Personnel, being deep in R&D...I thought about Ms Catterall rather more than our casual acquaintance seemed to justify. Three or four times I dreamed of her, and I always awoke with a throbbing erection, although I could recall no erotic content to any of the dreams. Rather I seemed to see her always fully dressed, an object of desire, true, but not of the same intense sexual desire with which I had always regarded attractive women in my lifetime.
Alayne seemed to be on some sort of pinnacle, well above me, but, I was convinced, certainly attainable if I did...what?...I did not know.
Now, although Alayne was strangely attractive, I could not say that she was beautiful, yet she had a certain élan which made her the center of interest wherever she happened to be. She was about five foot six tall, perhaps a 36 bust, a narrow waist, slim hips, long legs...at least she gave that appearance.
Her hair was a ruddy brown, not quite auburn, which she wore to her shoulders in a casual wave which never seemed to be mussed. I thought her eyes were deep blue, maybe green or hazel; I was never sure, later.
In June of the year in which I met Alayne I won a relatively modest amount in the state lottery, yet an amount which made it possible for me to "retire" in some comfort for the rest of my days. I made no such decision at once, I assure you, but remained more or less content with my position in Research. I was well set after the various taxes had been paid and I did purchase a comfortable small home well out in the country, carefully away from any large wooded areas but close to the commuter rail line, a new, not very flashy medium sized car and a few appurtenances which I had always wanted but never felt that I could afford. For convenience, I continued to use the rapid transit system to commute, rather than pay $25.00 per day for parking.
Perhaps three weeks after all the hoopla over my winning this lottery had died down, I got a call at the lab from...of all people...Alayne.
I was a mite suspicious of a possible "gold digging" motive at first, but she made no mention of that, rather her question...her information... concerned a course which she said I could take at company expense on a certain aspect of our R&D in which I was very interested. I asked the normal questions: Take my own car? Travel expense reimbursed? Per diem? She answered all with no hesitation, but at the end she said,
"Bob, there is another course being given by the same institution at the same time which my boss thinks I should take. If you intend to drive...and that is what you indicated...would I incommode you if I asked to ride with you there and back?"
Well I was a bit flattered and I hardly hesitated to assent. The trip would take two days one way, so she had allowed us sufficient travel time and I intended to stop over at a hotel I knew well. I mentioned this to her and she said something that quite astounded me.
"Well, in that case, Bob, we won't need two rooms, I'll bunk in with you...all right?" That shook me up, I can tell you. It also began to get my hopes and other things up.
"Why...if you don't mind, Alayne, why should I?"
"I don't mind, Bob. You needn't worry about me, I can quite take care of myself, Make that twin beds, eh?" "Sure. O K, see you Tuesday, ten o'clock in the 'wedding cake." I'll garage my car there." We called the many floored garage next door that, originally a joke, then a designation.
We met as planned. I'd had a busy morning already, and I could tell that Alayne was as glad as I to be leaving the city. We hit the Interstate quickly, there being little...well, comparatively little...traffic at 10:30 on a work-day. By late lunchtime, about 3:30, we had covered about 265 miles and we were both hungry. I pulled into a truck stop I remembered being clean and serving good, plain food. Alayne seemed to enjoy that, as well as the beer apiece...draft, too...that I ordered.
"I was wondering if you liked beer, I don't know why I thought you did." I grinned at her, very satisfied with the lunch.
"Yes, I like beer a lot. Think it's odd for a girl, do you?" she answered.
"You're not an 'odd" girl, Alayne, but you are a bit out of the ordinary....a good bit, if you don't mind my saying so."
"Yes, I am more than a good bit out of the ordinary, Bob. You may discover that...sometime." She smiled and rose, ready to go. I suggested the restrooms, and she grinned and said,
"Yep. I assume they're as clean as the food was good?"
"Certainly the men's room is."
"O K, meet you at the car."
We seemed to hit a spot of luck that afternoon and early evening, for we made a bit more than 200 miles before we reached our night's stopping place, the Hotel Curzon, at about 7:30. We had a drink and a light supper and went to our room.
"You first, Alayne?" I offered, tentatively.
"Thanks. D'you mind if I take the bed closest to the door?"
"No," I grinned, but I wondered why.
Normally I'd be sleeping in my skivvies, but since I had known I'd have Alayne with me I'd brought along a pair of light weight pajamas, short sleeves and short bottoms. I was sitting in just my trousers and underwear on the bed next the window looking down at the street when Alayne opened the bathroom door and came back into the room. I turned and saw that she was in a semi-transparent shortie nightgown that barely covered her ass. The light of the bathroom—I having turned down all but one dim light in the bedroom—outlined her gorgeous body as though she were wearing nothing at all.
"Good...God, Alayne!" I said, extremely startled and already rigid. I was too startled to realise that I had risen in shock, I suppose, and my erection poked forward in my trousers like a tent pole.
"Well...didn't you think I was expecting this, Bob?" her voice was teasing, her gaze quite calm. She had not looked at my erection, as far as I could tell.
"But...but...I hadn't thought you were...I don't know...."
