"Over here is where you'll be sitting for the week Sam." said Jen, looking back while she gestured to an empty desk next to hers.
My head snapped up to eye level. I'd been hypnotized by my manager's swaying hips from the moment she had greeted me at the door. Jen eyed me briefly before explaining where the bathrooms and breakrooms are on each floor. She and I had been working together remotely for over a year. I was based out of one of our satellite offices, so the first time she came to visit, I was pleasantly surprised.
Jen was a petite woman in her mid-thirties. She stood maybe 5'2" with dark brown hair that brushed her shoulders, light skin and gray eyes behind square glasses. She was in great shape but not without bountiful womanly curves, her chest sloping generously and her hips flaring into a great ass. She was also married, but that didn't stop me from wanting her, in fact it only made me want her more.
The problem was as a young associate just a few years out of college, even if she had been single, I wouldn't exactly have been on her radar given our significant age gap, so I was never anything other than professional with her. I saved my fantasies for slow days when I would daydream about fucking her in a janitor's closet or on one of the bathroom sinks. But those were just fantasies.
It had been several months since we had last worked together in person and now I was visiting her for one week. I was looking forward to being face to face, even if it was only shortly.
I was visiting for a series of vendor meetings. All of us had spent weeks preparing analyses and various presentations. After getting settled Jen and I spent the next several hours working together to ensure everything was on point prior to our scheduled appointments. As we worked, I couldn't help but notice the rest of her outfit, the black pants she wore hugged her curves tightly, leading to my earlier distraction. She also wore a white form-fitting blouse that hugged her waist and healthy bosom. Her attire was formal and appropriate given our schedule, except for a few details: the buttoning of the blouse, which was one or two buttons lower than I would have expected for the office, was difficult to ignore. As we leaned together on the desk poring over documents, try as I might I couldn't keep my eyes from drifting down to her chest to soak in her ample cleavage. At one point she leaned forward further to outline a graph that we were discussing, exposing a tight black lace bra beneath her blouse. She paused for a moment at this point, making my heart skip, worried she may have wizened to my game, but looking up and meeting her eyes, she quickly continued, as if she was just gathering her thoughts.
Many hours later, after hours of meetings, I dragged my feet back to my desk. Sitting blurry eyed at my computer, closing down the programs, all I could think about was driving back to my hotel room, falling into bed and passing out. But then Jen turned to me:
"Hey so I'll pick you up at 6:30 at the hotel ok?" she asked.
I stared back at her blankly, confused.
"Our vendor dinner tonight? Fancy steak place?" she pushed, seeing my reaction. I had completely forgotten. Our day wasn't over; I had to spend my evening hours entertaining business guests over dinner. Oh joy.
"Oh right, um...yea, ok see you then" I responded. If anything it was a chance to spend more time with Jen. So at least there was that. I left work tired, but happy that I at least was getting a free meal later.
****
*KNOCK*, *KNOCK*, *KNOCK*
I jarred awake in a panic. "Oh shit...!" I had come back to the hotel and fallen asleep. I quickly looked at my watch: 6:45pm
"Fuck!"
I walked to the door and opened it without thinking. Jen stood there, looking slightly anxious and amused. I stared back at her, she was still wearing the same blouse as earlier but it was barely half buttoned and her slacks had been replaced by a tight black skirt that reached to her mid-thighs, it was barely appropriate and I couldn't help but stare.
"Uh...we have to go!" she said, trying to suppress a giggle as I ogled slack-jawed. I looked down at myself. Realizing I was shirtless I immediately felt myself turn red. Not that I wasn't in good shape. I'm 5'11 and athletic with a healthy obsession for fitness that developed in college, so I have a nicely cut frame. But, this was my manager after all.
"Right! Uh...give me a minute!" I ran back into the room and threw on a fresh shirt. As I was buttoning it, Jen peaked her head around the open door.
"So uh, you keep yourself in pretty good shape huh?" she asked gingerly.
"Uh yea, it's kind of my way of unwinding after work" I responded, still embarrassed.
"Well that's good!" She responded, "How else do you like to unwind?" I found the question a little odd, but I didn't pause to think about it, I was too busy tying my shoes to think too much about it.
"Well there are other ways I guess, but that's the most common." is all I could muster.
We were out the door shortly.
***
Dinner was your typical affair - for most of it, two groups straining the make polite conversation. Not that I didn't like our vendors, they were from Minnesota, nice folk. But the best part was the food: no one skimped on the meal being on the company's tab. After a few cocktails we all ordered $70 steaks and plenty of wine to wash them down. Needless to say we were all best friends in short order.
