Angela was a proud independent woman in her late 30s. She was no beauty queen but she had an air of sexuality to her. Although she was no longer the youngest and certainly not the hottest woman on the block men would still turn their heads as she walked by. Maybe it was in the way she moved, a subtle shift in her hips, her voluptuous butt sliding back and forth. The way Angela walked was almost musical. You could hear the beat in your head as she would saunter by you. Bah bah, (to the right), Bah bah, (to the left), her swaying hips and rotund butt making their sweet music. Angela had been in high finance since she graduated Harvard, sumo cum laude with her 4.0 GPA. Being as busy as she was it never afforded her the time to even think, let alone pursue a family life. She never new the feeling of looking deeply into a man's eyes with her own dazzling grey hazel eyes knowing the eyes that she looked upon longed for her as she did for him. Angela had seen those looks with some of her friends. She used to comment to Betty, her best friend, how she and her husband Dave would look at each other. It was like they were making love to each other from across a room, their eyes locked on to each other with a passion unspeakable. Angela wanted that. She felt her biological clock ticking and was afraid if she waited too long the sands of the hour glass might drain its final grain.
Angela had what some would call a plain face. Not a classic beauty but she was no dog either. With the right makeup she could look attractive, if not pretty. She was a tall girl, 5'11, and weighed a hefty 200lbs. Although you would never guess her to weigh that much as she carried her weight rather well on her strong frame. Most people usually guess her weight closer to 150lbs. She had long flowing mahogany hair that when worn down would land just to the top of her well rounded ass. She loved her hair; she thought it to be her best asset. Had she asked any hormone infested male they would probably not agree with her. See, Angela also carried a set of 34dd's and a butt to match. She was all curves and those curves were in all the right places! When she worked she usually wore her hair up and dressed very conservatively. She did not want the other women in the office thinking she was getting ahead by flaunting her sexuality. And ahead she got! She rose up the chain in record time for either man or woman. Her brilliant mind and not her buxom body was responsible for this achievement. But in the end that is what was worrying her now. She got so rapped up in the business side of her life that when she looked at her friends with their families, and their happy lives, she felt empty. Sometimes late at night by herself in her million dollar condo, she would sit down with her favorite glass of wine and weep.
It was a Friday night, and a she was at another business dinner and dance. They were held all the time by her company to schmooze new clients. Angela was wearing a hot number by Versace with a nice pearl necklace and matching dangling pearl earrings. Tom greeted her at the partners' table. "Angela you look smashing tonight! Maybe I can get the wife to go home early..."
"Come on Tom," she replied. "You know that would never happen in a million years. Besides I think my time has past me in the game of love."
Tom could not believe his ears when she talked about her love life. He thought she would have had hundreds of suitors lining up at her door. "Can't blame a guy for trying. Besides you probably have hundreds of studs just lining up waiting for a chance to get with a successful woman like yourself."
"Not hardly," Angela thought to herself, as she felt the emptiness deep in the pit of her stomach. "I think I've let this business take me out of the marriage game," she answered. She just felt like crying as the thought of being single and lonely crossed her mind once again.
The night was just starting to heat up; all the clients were impressed with Angela's ideas. She knew her partners would be more than pleased with the contacts and promising new revenue she more than likely acquired. As Angela made her rounds she noticed one of the bartenders staring at her. She thought he was ruggedly handsome. He was taller than her and shaved his head clean. He wore a nicely trimmed goatee and had soft gentle eyes that held a mystery behind them. When the bartender looked at her she could feel a spark of warmness course through her body. She was surprised how his stares were making her feel. She thought to herself, "Oh my God Angie get a hold of yourself, he's a bartender for heaven's sake." But the bartender was very attractive and Angela could sense a confidence about him. She shut the business side of her mind off and decided to see where this might go.
Angela strolled up to the bar to order another drink. "I will have a vodka tonic," she said. She was hoping this fine-looking man had the voice to match his gorgeousness. She was not disappointed.
"Here you go ma'am," He said in a voice that just melted her insides. He stared deeply into her eyes and Angela finally felt she had found what she had been longing for.
"Well you can drop the ma'am stuff, but thank you anyway kind sir!" Angela ribbed him a bit with the kind sir remark to see if he held playfulness as well.
"You got it....?" He paused just hoping this goddess who was making his head spin would come forth with her name.
"Angela, but my friends call me Angie." She was more than eager to give this man her name but needed to know his as well. "And you are?" she asked.
My name is Frank. So would you like me to call you Angela or Angie? Both are very beautiful names for a very beautiful woman I might add!" he finished.
