I have been a member of St. John for the past 10 years and a soccer fan for the same amount of time, I would go to every home match that I could but unlike most of my other colleagues who would make 'eyes' at the players my eyes were firmly on the members of the board. I have never been very confident and didn't think I was much to look at, so I would never do anything about my desires for the guys I would see on the board. That was until I met the new chairman, Steve Barry. He was a tall dark blonde haired blue eyed handsome man. We bumped into each other at one of the clubs Christmas party and I instantly fell for him and his personality, he was a charming gentleman and one I was dying to get to know better. As I sat with my friends and drank my glass of wine, I couldn't take my eyes off him and was rather flattered and turned on by the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off me. Although I knew a little about him, like the fact he was married, had grown up children and was known for being unfaithful I didn't know that much about Steve. A few days after we both found ourselves in the local bar across from the ground and after he offered me a drink we sat trying to talk and relax around each other.
As we sat trying to talk I was falling more and more, while he wasn't. I could tell my shyness was a hindrance to him and myself and while I tried to be more relaxed I found that I just couldn't get relaxed. Over the course of the next few months I would try to find the confidence while Steve went through almost a 'crisis of confidence' as chairman, and after a run of bad defeats he chose to sell the club and move on. While he became a director of the club I became the Boss of my St John colleagues at the ground, and we would continue to go about or daily businesses as best we could. Thinking he had no idea how I felt about him I felt I would have to be bold and say something to him, but when I did he seemed to not be interested in me and turned me down which of course devastated me. For the next few months I tried to avoid Steve and he went on with his life, until after one late night match when the team had lost by a big score line. Steve was kept late in meetings about the team, their results and where they went from there, while I was left clearing up and putting things away in the first aid room after a hard match. As all the other players and staff had gone home ages ago when I left the first aid room at half 11pm it seemed as though I was the only one there, as I walked part the boardroom I walked straight into Steve's chest as he walked out of the boardroom hurriedly.
Passing the time of day and apologising Steve looked tired and stressed, much the same way I felt so taking a deep breath I asked him if he fancied a drink which he gladly accepted. Instead of following me out of the ground he invited me into the boardroom, showing me over to the leather sofa and getting us both a glass of whisky we were both in silence as before. My shyness kicking in again along with the emotions of getting turned down while recent events with the club and his personal life were playing on his, as we sat together on the sofa passing the time of day and making small talk I could feel my emotions rising once more. The evening had been cold and I was just about warming up, the warm liquid almost burning the back of my throat as I took a sip of the whisky. Feeling slightly more relaxed as we drank and talked I moved so I was a little closer to Steve and could almost feel my skin touching his own, I could feel my breath slow down and become heavy as my heartbeat began to speed up. Sensing my desire Steve smiled and began to relax as he too would move a little closer, by now our skin was so close to touching that I was certain I would burst if he was to touch me. Making small talk about the club and its problems I could feel my confidence rising the more I drank and felt my desires grow within me.
"So how bad are things really Steve?" I asked as I put my free arm around the back of the sofa.
"Bad Dee, very bad. If things don't pick up soon we could be put into administration again." I could tell by his sad eyes and tired looking expression that it was getting to him, as I tried to comfort him I absentmindedly started to stroke the back of his neck with my fingers not realising I was doing so until Steve let out a deep sigh. As I apologised and went to put my hand away, he stopped me.
"No Dee, please don't stop. It's nice and relaxing." As I continued we relaxed more and opened up to each other, I told him of how I was a little unsure of the task I had taken up with running the first aid room at the club and he would tell me about what is was like being chairman. As I finished my drink Steve moved closer to my face so his lips were inches away from my own,
"Would you care for another drink?" I could now hear my heartbeat pounding in my chest, his lips looked so inviting and it took all I had to muster enough inside to hold back and nod. As Steve returned with another whisky; and a much larger glass this time it has to be said he took off his jacket and sat close to me, this time allowing our skin to touch.
I could feel the electricity between our two bodies as our flesh rubbed slightly next to each other, as I felt the warmth in the room I loosened my shirt a little and watched as Steve did the same. As we relaxed even more in each others company we told each other of the problems we had been going through in our lives, knowing a lot of these things neither of us had said to anyone else.
"It just seems like my wife doesn't want the same things that I do anymore, she doesn't want to be my friend and she certainly doesn't want to sleep with me anymore!" Steve said as he stretched out and placed his arm around the back of the sofa behind me, starting to gently caress and stroke my neck almost immediately.
"I know what you mean Steve; it is so hard to find someone with the same likes as I have these days." Raising an eyebrow, Steve looked at me as much to say that I was the nice St. John lady and he never expected things like that from me. When I queried him, he apologised and spoke.
"I'm sorry Dee, it's just I can't imagine you wanting different to the norm..." Before he had the chance to continue I cut in.
"You mean, you think I am too nice to be kinky?" If I had not had the whisky to drink I would never have been so bold but I just couldn't help but speak my mind and as he blushed and tried to apologise and explain I continued.
"I have a few fantasies and secrets that not everyone knows. I am like most women, I have desires and fantasies." Sensing his shocked silence I ask him if he has secret desires and fantasies that he has never fulfilled, nodding shyly I can tell he is a little uncomfortable and I talk a large sip of my drink before telling him one of my fantasies.
"I have always wanted to be done on the boardroom table. What about you, tell me one of your fantasies?" I know I am being bold and in the back of my mind I am still thinking of how he turned me down when I made a pass at him, so when he took a deep breath and went to speak I didn't think he would be so open with me.
"I have the same fantasy, I have always wanted to take a fan or colleague at the club and do her on the table late one night." As we both felt more relaxed and bold we shared some of our secret desires and fantasies, including the things we had done.