I met Lisa a few years ago while visiting the office of an Interior Designer I do a lot of work for. She sat at a desk and I didn't get to see much of her at first. She had a very pleasant way about her and a very pretty, wholesome face. She had light brown, almost blond hair, maybe shoulder length or a little longer, wavy and thick, quite luxurious. I assumed she was an admin for this designer. It was just Lisa and the designer in the office. So, I went about my business with the designer and Lisa continued tap, tap, tapping on her keyboard. That was my first encounter with her. I figured she was maybe late twenties or thereabouts.
In the coming months and years, I had several phone conversations with her about the work, and how things were going and the usual pleasantries. Then one day she called and asked to meet me at a job site to look at something. I am in the business of restoring decorative art and have been for quite a few years. I'm 43 and I have a small studio where I live and work. I also have two other women who work for me assisting in the restorations. This particular day I went alone to meet Lisa at this site.
I assumed I'd be meeting with Lisa's boss but when I got there, I realized it was just the two of us looking at the piece in question. I was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. It was springtime and very pleasant out. Lisa met me at the front door with a big smile. She was also wearing jeans and a nice loose fitting top. This was actually the first time I had seen the whole of her body. She stood around 5 inches shorter than me, about 5 foot 7 or so and was what I'd describe as slightly curvy. She was not at all fat, with a lovely round ass accentuated by her jeans. She was not large in the breast area, maybe 34A, what is described somewhat crudely as a handful, no more. I thought she was sexy as hell in a very clean, Christian-like way. I wanted to find out more.
She led me in the house to the room where the piece stood. It was a large antique server, dark and dusty. She explained what they'd like done to it and as she did so we walked all around it looking at it up and down. I was trying to keep myself on track listening but I cursed myself a bit for sneaking peaks at her body which I found was causing a bit of a stir in me. She had a very engaging way of touching me lightly at my back as she talked. Her voice was very soothing in timbre to the point of being just plain sexy as she flattered me, telling me that I was the guy to do this job, there was no one else. Who doesn't mind hearing that?
After a couple of trips around the piece we stood in front of it standing fairly close together, me to her right. I began to point out certain features wondering how she'd like them treated. I decided to throw caution to the wind and moved my left hand to her left side just above her hip. I could feel the waist line of her jeans under my pinky. I was a little relieved when she didn't move away as I pointed to the top of the piece with my right hand and asked about a detail. I could feel her warm, bare skin under her loose top and I moved closer to her so the left side of my torso touched the side of her ass. She still didn't react by moving away. As a matter of fact, it felt like she moved into me a little.
At that point, the discussion was concluded and I decided not to push my luck. I took my hand back and she turned toward me, her soft, blue eyes looking at my face and then slightly downward toward my beltline, all in a second. Then we made our way toward the front door, talked about our next steps and went our separate ways that day. Maybe I was misinterpreting subtle signs but I made up my mind I would try to coax Lisa into my bed. I had this feeling she was willing and that she was ripe for a sexual escapade.
By the time one month passed, I had the piece at my studio and had been working on it pretty steady. Lisa and I had several conversations about the work by phone and had become quite casual and chummy with one another. It was during these conversations that I realized she was not an admin at all but was an Interior Designer like her boss. She also made several trips to my studio to check the progress. Each time she came over she was dressed in various modes. Some casual, some for business and some for style depending on the day, but never flashy.
Each time she visited I would try my hand against her body again. Sometimes I would rest a hand on her shoulder, sometimes on her side above her waist line, sometimes the small of her back. She never made a move away, never once tried to roll out from under my hand. I was getting the impression that she was flattered by the attention, maybe even enjoying the turn-on. I know I was enjoying touching this lovely young woman and just imagining...
Then one day she made a visit when my helpers were both off. She showed up to my door looking stunning in a tight short sleeve top over a black flowing skirt that ended just above her knees. She wore heels over sheer stockings. Her top hugged her small breasts and begged me to guess the exact shape. I would indeed try to imagine. The top had a wide neckline showing a fair amount of her shoulder and the top of her back, but stopped short of revealing cleavage or her bra straps or the back of her bra. She really looked delicious today. Even wearing a minimum of makeup, she looked radiant in her wholesome way.
We made the usual trip around the piece we were working on, decided it was coming along great. Then I said, "Lisa, would you like something to drink? I have coke, fruit juice, coffee, water?"
She said, "I'll have fruit juice, that'd be great."
I said, "Fine, let's go in the kitchenette and sit down." I headed for the other room with her following me.
My kitchenette is nothing more than a big room with a counter with a two burner Induction cooktop, a sink for washing dishes, a small fridge, and table and four chairs. Right next to the bed where I slept was a large upholstered arm chair and a lamp. I got a couple of juices from the refrigerator and we sat down at the table. She looked at me and said, "David, do you live here all the time, just by yourself?"
I replied, "Yeah, I have for quite a few years now. I love living where I work. I don't need lots of luxuries. A place to cook, have a little company, a place to read and a comfy bed. I'm happy with the arrangement so far."
"No girlfriend? Although I've noticed you always have a couple of pretty girls working for you." She said with raised eyebrows.