When I walked into the room I couldn't help but notice her. She stood like a dancer – standing straight, her feet slightly out, and her shoulders back. Her small breasts rode proudly on her chest. Her short brown hair cropped close made her look a little like a pixie. When she turned to look my way I was stunned by her beauty. Aquiline features, large brown eyes and a mouth with a slight smile to it. She starred at me briefly, smiled, and turned back to her conversation. I knew then that I needed to meet her and more. Then I looked at the rest of her. She was wearing a plain dark blue business suit and blouse and in modest heals. Her legs were shapely and well toned. Stunning woman.
Clearly I was not the only one that noticed. She was entirely surrounded by every horn dog in the organization.
My name is John Taylor and I was the new guy. I had been associated with this service club for several years, having garnered enough respect from my fellow club members to make me first the treasurer and then president of our club. In those roles I mixed with the district wigs and thus when the opportunity opened for district treasurer, I was nominated. Politics being what they are in service clubs, I ran unopposed. This was my first full board meeting since the election.
The gong rang and the meeting was called to order with the president calling for everyone to get settled in the chairs. I went up to the dais and found my chair – it was easy – my name was on a placard that also read District Treasurer. I felt a movement behind me and the stunning woman excused herself and then settled in next to me. I looked at her placard – Sue Alt – District Recording Secretary. She turned to me smiled and said "hello – I'm Sue" with a voice that sent shivers directly to my crotch. I responded in kind and the meeting started.
It lasted all day with coffee and lunch breaks. I didn't have much time to speak to her except brief comments back and forth about the topic at hand. As hard as I tried to sit next to her during lunch she sat at a full table. My turn came after lunch and I made the presentation on budget and finance. When I sat down she leaned over and commented "very good for your first time with this bunch" and smiled. I thanked her. She smiled back.
The president suspended the meeting until the next day and we each packed up the papers in front of us. I asked Sue if she had plans for dinner as we were on our own. She said no, but she felt obligated to go to the hospitality suite and mingle.
"Meet me there and we can discuss it then." And she turned and left.
I went to my room and dropped off the papers and changed into something more casual. There was a connecting door to the next room, closed and locked of course.
I went down to the suite and there were all the district officers each with a drink in their hand. A couple of minutes later Sue walked in. She stopped everyone. She had on a red plaid workman's shirt, untucked and tied at her midriff, a pair of tight jeans and sneakers.
"Can I get you something to drink?" I asked.
"Sure – rum and coke! Thanks"
I brought her the drink and participated in a nonsense conversation about people in the district I hadn't met as yet. I was beginning to feel like a fifth wheel.
"You don't really know about these people do you?" she asked suddenly.
"Sadly or happily, remains to be seen, no I don't. Should I?"
She laughed and her whole face lit up. It was throaty and deep.
"No you don't need to. Listen John, I would love to go to dinner, lets see if we can arrange for a table full and you can get to know this group. They really are nice and worth the effort. Besides, how do I know you're not an axe murderer or something?" She had this twinkle in her eye.
"I never went that far" I retorted, "and they let me out for good behavior!"
That got another one of those throaty laughs and a smile. She was looking into my eyes and I could tell she was changing her mind.
"Let's make it just you and me instead." She grabbed my hand and said goodnight to everyone indicating she was going to take me to dinner and tell me all the dirty secrets about district without interruption from the likes of them. All had a good chuckle as we left.
We decided that the hotel fair was good enough and settled into a booth. I learned she worked for a bank in Lowell, MA as a branch administrator (she called it chief cook and bottle washer). She had joined the service club because of her employer's wish to have their key employees give back to the community and had gotten deeply involved. She said one of the things she was most proud of was becoming a district officer.
As we talked I couldn't help but notice her. Her facial expressions, her hands as she spoke, her smile and laugh at my wry sense of humor. As we were having desert she surprised me.
"You married John? You re way too nice to be single."
"I sort of am. We are separated for about a year now and I have asked my lawyer to push forward with a divorce. So, legally yes, practically no. And are you?"
"Funny, nobody ever asked me. I have had a couple of longer term relationships but nothing stuck long enough to go down the isle."
I was staring at her and she was staring back. A signal passed between us.
"Look, don't take this the wrong way, but I have a nice mini-bar in my room – want a nightcap?"
"And how should I take it?" she quipped back.
"I am offering a new friend a drink and that is all."
