I see on my calendar that a woman by the name of Caroline Van Tosh has made an appointment to discuss designing a new vacation home for her. With the air of confidence that comes with the well moneyed, she had insisted that she wished to meet with the senior partner of the firm.
"Just as I would expect if dealing with my attorney or broker," she had told my office manager in no uncertain terms. As requested, the appointment was made for 4:30.
"Rather late" I thought to myself realizing that a meeting that late will start just as everyone else in the office is heading home. "This woman better have the bucks or something special in mind if I'm going to make special accommodations for her on the first appointment. Damn good thing it's not Friday!" I grumble to myself.
It's a lazy and warm summer afternoon, and at precisely 4:30 Caroline is shown to my office. She takes my hand in greeting and sits in the low chair across from my desk. I carefully study her from head to toe ... subtly but in thorough detail, and I realize she is doing the same with me. Her expensive skirt and blouse are raw silk, and they deliciously drape her form showing just a slight glow of dampness from the summer's heat. As she crosses her legs I noticed a perfect tan and skin made it unnecessary for her to wear any hose. With less subtlety I admire and take note of the sensual color contrast of tanned skin to the white skirt ... a skirt which inches a little further up her smooth thigh with each move. My glance moves up. Two buttons on her blouse are open ... just enough but not too bold ... respectable but sensual. To my delight, I see that the cool air in my office has had an effect. The subtle hint of nipples hardening under the soft silk makes it apparent that there is little under that blouse to hide her delightful charms. My mind wanders to the possibilities of just what else may be hidden and only slightly concealed from my view. My eyes come up to meet hers, and they look deeply into mine. There is just a hint of a smile.
"Well, Caroline, tell me a little of why you're here. Just what are your needs and how might I be able to help you."
Standing up, she walks over to my drawing board where several projects in progress are laying open and looks over them with a slight smile.
"What would you like to tell me about your work? What would make me want your services?" comes her coy and teasing reply.
I can tell from her voice and the look in those sensual eyes that we are already discussing more than a summer home, so I walked over and stand closely behind her ... slightly to one side. I knew that this was the moment that I had to act, or the opportunity would vanish.
"I think good design is very much like life in my ways. Excitement and pleasure often come from surprise and contrasts. Soft, curvilinear forms often can contrast and compliment hard forms."
Leaning against her ever so slightly, I reached down to illustrate a point and accidentally brush a breast. She reacts with a slight breath but doesn't pull away. With my arm still against her soft flesh, she quickly relaxes as I continue.
"The excitement is not unlike the way the curve of a woman's breast, the softness of her belly, and the roundness of her hips can compliment the harder forms she generates in an admiring man."
"I see, tell me more," came her reply.
I continue, and as I speak, my hand moves directly to her breast, and my fingers start lightly tracing the womanly shapes and forms I am describing. When I see that her eyes have closed, my touch becomes firmer, and I move from breast to breast ... sliding the silk of her blouse softy across her hardening nipples. I hear Caroline's breathing becoming deeper as my hand slowly moves in downward circles until it comes to rest on the swell of her hip. Still standing behind her I move my hand around to her flat stomach and slide it down as her legs part slightly to invite my touch. Even through the soft cloth of her skirt I can feel the heat of her sex, and I'm rewarded with a soft moan of pleasure as I begin kissing her shoulder and neck.
"Rhythm is another important design quality. Both establishing it and sometimes varying the tempo." I whisper in her ear as I speed and slow my hand's caresses between her legs.
When she feels my hard shaft pressing against her from behind, her hips begin pressing back against my hand in time with my rhythm. I tilt her head slightly to give my lips full access to her neck. My lips work up the side to a point just below her ear and then across the back, trailing kisses like the pearls she is wearing. Her breathy sighs tell me that my touches and kisses are arousing her, so my caresses become bolder. I reach down and lift her skirt high in front to slip my hand inside the top of her lacy panties. My hand moves between her legs and across her closely cropped mound. With two fingers I started squeezing her lips together over and over, very gently while working her mons with the heel of my hand. Her hot swollen lips are now sliding easily, so I press one finger between them and inside her.
Caroline moves her feet further apart and puts one hand over mine holding it firmly against her sex and my finger now moves easily in and out. She turns her head toward me and we kiss. This was not a wild, forceful kiss, but exploratory. Our tongues roam each other's mouths and slid together. Our lips barely touch. Our eyes are open, so we both could see the passion building.
"There's nothing bashful about this woman," I think, "She knows what she wants."
