Office Temptations
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The phone rang at about nine, just as I was getting into my oversized t-shirt, which was my usual bedtime apparel. It was David from work.
He said, "April, you know that guy Doug whose business we've been chasing? Well, he's in town staying at the Plaza. He emailed me a little while ago, and it sounds like he has some time tomorrow to talk business. Why don't you come and pick me up tomorrow morning, and we can meet him there and have brunch together? I have a feeling if we both have a go at him together, we can land his contract."
"Ok, let's do it. What time should I come and get you?" I responded.
"About nine thirty," David said. "That way we can meet him at the hotel restaurant at about ten or so."
"Ok, sounds good, David. I'll see you tomorrow."
I hung up, and I sighed to myself, Ah, David, the latest object of my fantasies. I did feel a little guilty thinking this way about David; after all, he was my superior, and I wanted to always carry myself in a professional manner at work. This lovely man was about ten years older than me; I'd say he's about 50 or so. David was not model handsome, but he was a very good-looking, rugged man. Not ridiculously overbuilt in the muscle department but very solid with a flat tummy and a nicely shaped ass. And on top of that, he had a very charming personality. These characteristics all contributed to my fantasies. However, the professional woman in me knew that I had to check my fantasies at the door.
About me, I'm 5' 5" and pretty trim with a nice flat tummy still. I do work at it. I have blonde hair just past my shoulders, and men still turned to look, so I guess I'm still in the game, so to speak. I have nice, perky boobs, not too large, with quarter-size areolae and nice pink nipples that are feeling pretty erect right now thinking about David. Stop it, I whispered to myself.
I decided to lay out my wardrobe for tomorrow right then. Something conservative should probably be the look. I went to my panty drawer and chose a tiny lavender pair with little pink hearts. My legs were freshly shaved from yesterday, and I'd trimmed my pussy so all that was left was a small landing strip that ended just above my clit. I found a nice pair of sheer stockings with elastic hold-ups for my upper thighs. Then I chose a camisole instead of a bra. I wanted to feel just a little sexy and daring, and my body was just right for a cami.
I knew from experience that I had to sell myself to get this contract. I had met Doug before, and I knew he had an eye for the ladies, so I wanted to look professional but also sexy. David wasn't bringing me to this meeting to talk about boring details; he was more than capable of doing that. As much as I hate to admit it, you could say I was invited to be eye candy for Doug.
I chose a black skirt with a zipper up the back. The skirt stopped just above my knees. Then I found a nice white blouse with buttons up the front, not too sheer, with short sleeves. A quick look in my closet drew my eyes to a pair of black heels.
I looked at the bureau where I'd laid everything out and nodded my approval. I decided I would put my hair up and show off my neck, also one of my finer features. I was ready. Hopefully I would make a sexy impression on both gentlemen.
I turned down my bed and crawled in, confident that with some relaxing shut-eye I'd be ready to talk business. As I closed my eyes, my mind kept drifting to naughty thoughts of David. It was a nice evening with a decent temperature for sleeping, and in no time I was off in the netherworld.
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I rang David's bell at about 9:30 am, and he answered dressed in a casual button-up-the-front shirt, open at the collar. He wore nice jeans with a decent fit. He looked a bit underdressed but yummy just the same. He smiled as he let me in and said, "Well, a little change of plans. Doug called a short time ago, and he can't meet us until one".
I said, "Oh no. That's a wrench in the works. Now what?
David said, "Well, there's no point heading to the office, so maybe we can just relax here for a while. I'll make us some coffee. We can talk a little strategy and generally just hang out for a while. Sound all right?"
"Sure, I could always drink a little more coffee." I replied as my mind started to wander to places it shouldn't have.
"This way to the kitchen." David gestured as I followed him, checking out that nice, trim ass of his.
Once there, he busied himself making us some coffee, and I sat at the table just looking around at how a middle-aged single man kept his house. He seemed organized, not overly neat, had some nice prints on the wall, and an attractive breakfront that held a couple of magazines and a newspaper.
Once the coffee was poured, he came and sat down at the table and said, "You look very nice today."
I smiled and said, "Thanks, I thought a business suit was coming on a little too strong. I see you had the same thought."
We sat and drank our coffee and made small talk for a while. Weather, politics, workplace dramas, and the like all seemed to be on our minds. David's eyes drifted from time to time to my legs under the table and then to my shoulders. Actually, mine were also drifting around his body here and there. I think we were both checking each other out, and I admit, it felt good even if it was probably a no-go.
