Periodically, the company gets audited. Usually, it's the same two or three firms that do it, we seem to rotate between them depending on whether it's the government or private customers that require the audit. No matter the company, the routine is the same. A group of accountants show up and we've worked out a process, it's actually pretty painless. They meet with each group and review the key components, we have some boiler plate we give them to fill in the necessary blanks and then we all go on our merry way. Sometimes, they have some follow-up question, but generally, it's pretty bland.
While the auditors are always very nice and professional, they generally are guys, although occasionally, sometimes a rather pleasant looking woman will be part of their group. When that is the case, they are almost always very young, pretty much straight out of college, just stepped out in the world and want to get some experience.
That makes for a nice distraction during a few meetings, but there is no serious thought that anything will occur.
With our recent group of auditors, however, the first time I met them, it appeared that there might be a change. The usual group of guys were introduced and then a fairly pretty young woman stepped forward and shook my hand, introducing herself as Leslie.
Discretely, I gave her the once over. While she was not drop dead gorgeous, she certainly could turn a few heads. Nice dirty blond hair, average build, and solid personality. Hmm......a few brain cells AND a decent body.
Once they turned to walk away, though, my eyes got a treat. She had an ass that brought to mind the phrase "work it!" She was not a big girl at all, but her backside really was nice and round. I couldn't tell if she was a swimmer, runner or maybe a soccer player, but it looked as though she worked out somehow.
Over the next few weeks, we would stop to talk on occasion, I found out a few things about her - mostly mindless drivel as I concentrated on not looking her over too much. She had smaller breasts, maybe a B cup, nice face, well proportioned for her size and weight. She mostly wore some type of heels and pants, which only served to accentuate her ass.
One day, she wore the most outspoken pants I had seen her wear. Usually, she wore black pants and a white blouse. Today, she wore striped pants with her standard white shirt, nothing too outlandish, but it definitely made her ass stand out.
I had to work late to catch up on paperwork. As luck would have it, she was leaving at the same time I did and we walked out the door together. "Hey," she said, "going home?"
"Yeah," I replied, "I am beat."
"Maybe we could get a drink sometime," she said.
Hmm, I thought, that sounds good, wondering what that meant in her mind. We walked a few steps further and then separated as she turned to the right. I turned left towards my car and walked a few steps. Unconsciously, I looked back towards her, her coat covered her more than I would have liked.
"Damn," I muttered.
She turned back towards me and smiled, "What?" she asked.
Uh oh, I thought, she heard. "Uhhhh, nothing," I said.
"Oh," she said, still smiling and showing me a perfect set of teeth. "I thought you might have said something." She turned slowly towards me.
I tried to recover smoothly. "Just thinking about maybe getting that drink," I said. "Sometime."
"Oh," she said, walking back towards me, her heels clipping on the pavement. "Do you have time now?"
"I guess I could," I said, my mind racing. Damn, this girl might be serious about it, I thought, she's not just making idle conversation.
"Sure," I answered, "let's go. Where to?"
She answered, "There's a bar and restaurant at my hotel, if you don't mind, could we go there? That way I don't have to find my way home."
"No problem," I answered, "I wouldn't want you drinking too much and then getting in an accident."
"Yeah," she said, "if I am near my home, I can relax a little," she smiled. "Can you follow me?"
"Sure," I said, and we both walked towards our cars. I got in my sedan and pulled out. I was a little shocked to see that she got into a brand new black Mercedes. Wow, I thought, nice car, they must pay pretty well at her firm.
I followed her a mile or so away into the chain hotel by the freeway. I parked a few slots away from her and got out. She got out and joined me, her bags slung over her shoulders.
"I have to go up to my room and drop off my bags," she said. "Do you want to go into the bar and I'll meet you there?"
"Sure," I said and as we entered the hotel, and watched her walk away. As I went into the bar and sat down, I thought about the situation. Hmmm, I wondered, where will this go. I ordered a coke and sat down at a table. There were only a few people in the bar, it was a standard casual lounge, smoke free thankfully, because we were in California. Nicely decorated, tasteful, I thought as I sat in a chair and surveyed the scene.
