So this happened a few weeks ago, I had to go down to a meeting in Liverpool, this time I took the train rather than driving, and had already booked my stay at the Liverpool Inn. I'd stayed there before and it was a nice place. I got into the room late afternoon and crashed out in the room, it was a spacious modern room, with room for three people.
The following morning I headed to the meeting, it was typical corporate yawn fest with Power point slides and analyses. Mind you, I had a spot as well, a twenty-minute spiel about an Excel file I had made to make things easier for myself, with a few well-placed functions and graphs that caught the eye of the higher-ups, and they asked me to talk them through it. And of course they were amused at my accent!
At lunch we mingled and mixed, outwith the atmosphere of a dry, sterile seminar. As I poured myself a coffee my eyes were drawn to a striking, tall brunette wearing a smart teal business suit and heels. She moved with a sensuous grace full of confidence and certainty as she spoke with her colleagues.
I picked up my tray and headed over to a corner table, and took a bite of my tuna mayo baguette. It wasn't particularly spectacular, I'd have preferred something from Subway but at least our hosts were providing it.
I looked up and saw the brunette heading towards me. My gaze ran over her slender frame, her blue eyes met mine and she smiled. I saw a badge on her lapel, saying 'Call me Erica'
"Awright, Erica, how's it goin'?"
"I'm good, I just wanted to say I thought your presentation was really neat. And I just love your accent"
"Well, thanks, some bright spark told me I sounded like Sean Connery."
She looked puzzled, "Who?"
"Never mind. So whereabouts in the States are you from? East Coast, West or somewhere in between"
"The East Coast near Trenton, New Jersey. My company sent me on a one-year placement here and I fly back home in three months."
"Cool. So how are you finding Britain?"
"This is an amazing place. My uncle studied here when he was at college and right now I'm staying with my aunt, she lives just outside town."
"Yeah that's handy."
Erica continued to enthuse about life in England.
We made plans to meet up for dinner after the day finished at half six.
Eventually the seminars came to an end and the day was finally over, and it was time for dinner.
I made my way to my hotel room, changed out of my suit and changed into a white blazer, black slacks and a black silk shirt, with no tie and open neck, then made my way to the banquet hall, making sure to pick up my invitation, very nice gilt-edged card printed with gold foil and black thermograph, giving the text a nice tactile feel.
As I got out of the lift, Erica was waiting for me. If she was striking before she was even more so now, wearing a nice black silk dress stopping just above the knee, with a slit on the side, black lace-topped stockings with a garter belt, and a pair of 4 or 5-inch heels completed her ensemble. I could see she was not wearing a bra.
"Hey Scottie, where's your kilt?" She laughed, "I'm sorry, I just couldn't resist."
"It's awright, Erica, I'll spank you later."
"Ooooh, is that a promise?"
"We'll see..."
We stepped into the banquet hall, hand in hand; I could not believe my luck, a beautiful woman wanting to spend the evening with me.
The usher came over to us and we each handed him our invitation cards and he seated us at one of the longer tables, across from each other.
Erica had a rather unsettling coquettish grin on her face as we both sat down and I began to wonder what she was planning. Another waiter moved past us taking our orders and as we waited for our meals to be served I started talking to one of my co-workers. I glanced over at Erica and she was deep in conversation with an older woman seated to her right.
There was a sudden feeling of motion in between my legs. I looked down and saw a foot, its skin pearlescent white with bright red toenails glistening in the light through the translucent black stockings. It squirmed against my groin, causing my shaft to awaken. I knew who this foot belonged to, and glanced up at a mischievous Erica.
I kept my face expressionless, at least tried to, as the older woman beside her shot a disapproving glance at me.
I reached down surreptitiously and started to tickle her toes and the arch of her foot, causing her to laugh out loud, causing the woman on her other side look at her and then scowl as me as well!
