The managers in our New York office had sent me to our Cleveland plant to work with the people there on a production problem. It would be just a week, the managers told me, maybe two at the most, but here it was, a month later, and I was just now winding things up and getting ready to head for home.
The Cleveland plant wasn't actually in Cleveland, but was in a small town north of the city itself. I had a little temporary rental apartment, and a few nights a week I'd gotten in the habit of stopping off in a small lounge that was between the plant and my apartment. I'd have a beer or two, or sometimes a scotch, maybe chat with the bartender, then head on to my apartment. I had noticed one or two regulars in the place, and one table usually had three girls, maybe in their mid-to late twenties, obviously doing the same thing I was, having a drink on their way home. They were average looking, one was a little more pudgy than the other two, but all three were dressed similarly, in skirts and blouses, and it seemed they were probably office workers. They were interesting, but I knew better than to try to separate them to be able to ask one out. About all I did was to give a little wave and say hi to them as I passed their table on the way to the restroom, and they usually nodded at me as I went by.
So as I stopped in the lounge for the last time before heading to the airport in the morning, I was surprised that only one of the girls was at the table, the pudgy one. She had short dark hair, and as best I could tell in the bar light, she had deep brown eyes and breasts that looked on the large size under her white blouse. But I finished my beer, and thought I'd hit the restroom before I headed back to my apartment to pack up. As I passed her table, the pudgy girl looked up at me and said hi before I had a chance to say hello to her. I returned her greeting, then as I came back by after using the restroom, she smiled brightly at me and said, "Why don't you get another beer and sit here for awhile!"
"Ok, sure," I answered. I got another beer from the bartender, then followed the girl's suggestion and sat at the table with her. I was curious about the other girls, and thought, too, that it would be interesting to chat with this one for awhile. She told me that the three of them worked as salesgirls at an upscale department store a few blocks away and often stopped in for a drink on their way home to their respective apartments to compare notes and stories about the antics of the "rich bitches", as she called them that shopped at their store. I chuckled at her stories, and then asked where the others were tonight. One, she said, had a crisis with her boyfriend and the other wasn't feeling well, so she was here alone.
"We usually carpool together," she said, "But I realized after I asked to just be dropped off here, that I didn't have a way to get home. But I guess I could get a taxi, or maybe you could give me a ride?"
"Oh, sure," I agreed, "I'd be happy to," then asked "But would you like another drink first?" I was hoping she'd be ready for another, since I could tell the two beers would be working on me, and I should probably pee again before we left the bar.
"Oh, no," she answered, reaching for her purse. "I've had enough for tonight." She hesitated then, and pointed to my empty glass, "Do you want another before we go?"
"Nope, I'm ready too," I answered since she was standing and ready to go. I stood up and I followed her to the door, suddenly noticing how good she looked from the rear in her rather tight skirt. I led her to my rental car, and as she guided me through the streets toward her apartment, I noticed that her skirt was riding half way up on her large thighs. That looked pretty enticing to me, so I thought I'd take a chance. I reached across and rested my hand on her leg just above her knee, thinking that she'd probably push my hand away, or maybe even demand that I stop the car so she could get out. But no, in fact she simply put her hand lightly on top of mine, and looked over at me and smiled.
With that encouragement I moved my hand higher, even under her skirt a little. Her skin was soft, and with that intimate stroking my cock started to wake up a little. I kept slowly stroking up and down, feeling the warmth and smoothness of the inside of her ample thigh as we drove, until finally she directed me to pull into a parking space in front of a small apartment building. This was it, she told me. I got out of the car, opened her door for her. "Would you like to come up?" she asked. "All I have is some wine, but I'd be happy to pour you a glass."
"A glass of wine would be great," I answered, then followed her into the building's lobby. As she stopped in front of the elevator to push the button, I put my arm around to her hip. On most women my arm would reach around to the front of her hip, but on this one with her thick waist, my hand reached only to her side. But still, she leaned slightly toward me, and we stepped together into the elevator. As she leaned forward to push the button for her floor, my hand dropped to her wide ass. I knew she could feel my hand, but she made no comment, instead just leaned back against me.
We got off at her floor, and as she opened her apartment door, I stood next to her and kept my hand down on her ass. Once inside, she said, "Have a seat, I'm going to use the bathroom, then I'll be out to pour the wine."