Linda and I were at 2nd civic function for the month and fourteenth of the year and it was only June. Being an executive at a large corporation the duties fell upon my wife to get out into the community and be a face and voice for the business. It was something she was good at and enjoyed but it also required a husband to be in tow. At first it was ok, the food and drinks but the more functions you end of going to the more you realize it is more of a show than anything else. Most of the people you meet are people with agendas or simply like to hear themselves talk. And so it was 45 minutes into the late evening party at the mayor's house. A beautiful house for the Colorado Springs area, near the Broadmoor hotel with a big yard, an in ground pool and landscaped beautifully with evergreens, rose gardens and flowered berms with solar lighting. If was an obvious show of money but tastefully done.
After doing the obligatory introductions my wife gave me the look I had recognized and knew immediately what she meant. It was time for me to excuse myself from the conversation so she could get on with the business at hand. I wandered over to the bar picked out some tonic water and stepped outside for some fresh air.
It was a pleasant evening, a little chilly but typical for the area. The nights are always cool, this time of year, in the mid 50's but no wind. A faint whiff of rose scent trickled in from the gardens off the end of the pool. I pulled up a lounge chair and laid my 45 year old, six foot, two inch body back, closed my eyes and started thinking of my schedule for tomorrow. I think I drifted off for a couple of minutes at least when behind me I heard a patio door close and then the click, click, click of high heels on cement. I was sure it was Linda coming to get me to go home after a busy night of mingling. "Is it time to go honey" I groined as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes.
"If you must, but I just got here" was the reply. It was a sexy voice and it wasn't Linda.
I sat up and turned around to face the voice. It was a young lady, maybe 5' 2", early 40's dressed in a knee length red dress, with spaghetti straps and matching red strap high heels. Her blonde hair curved softly around her oval face, shoulder length with highlights throughout. Her face was beautiful, no wrinkles, her eyes inset and a deep shade of piercing blue. I noticed her when I first walked in to the party. She was with a group of men near the fireplace who were all talking loud, drinking and laughing. I hadn't seen her before on the social rounds before, but she did have a bored look on her face like she had done this many times.
"I hope I didn't disturb you?" she said with tiredness in her voice. Her legs were tapered well and it was obvious she worked out. Perhaps a Stairmaster or treadmill no doubt. Her hips well in proportion to her chest, not rail thin woman like some of the younger girls these days. More of a womanly body that is so nice for a guy to snuggle with on a cold winter's morning.
"No... not at all. Have a seat". I jumped up and pulled a folding chair over to her and set another one facing her for myself.
"Do you mind if I use the lounge chair instead? My feet are sore in these heels and I need to get off my feet for a minute".
"No. No problem" I stammered as she slipped her shoes off and settled back into the cushion. She let out a big sigh and pushed her back into the cushioned lounge. Tilting her head to face me, she closed her eyes. Her hair dangled across her face, slide over her mouth, resting between her full lips.
I watched her lay there just a minute then I cleared my throat easily and in my best cheery voice I said, "My name is Brock, what's yours?" Her eyes opened and she looked at me head tilted still in a relaxed position.
"Sheila Olson..and my husband is the gas bag talking to all the bankers in there." she blurted out. "Crap.....I'm really sorry..... Brock did you say? I shouldn't have said that. He's a nice guy but he comes to these things to make contacts as an investment advisor and he just drags me along as the wife. Sometimes I think he thinks it makes him look important or something. Like I was a tool to get business for him" She slid down the lounge trying to get back up. As she did her skirt hiked far up her thighs exposing a red patch of thong in her crotch and it caught my attention. "Do mind helping me up" she said. I looked up quickly and she was staring directly into my eyes.
Damm, she caught me staring at her crotch...shit! She is going to think I am some kind of pervert or something...
I thought as I took her small hands and pulled her up. She smiled and leaned forward and quickly kissed me on the cheek. "Thank you" she said as she straightened out her dress.
Surprised by her spontaneity I fought to get out the words, "for what?"
"For being a gentleman of course" she replied
She reached out her hand and straightened my tie, gave me a big smile and patted me on the chest as she finished. She grabbed my hand, pulling me toward the rose garden. "Let's talk a walk and look at the roses OK? Her eyes had that pleading look I saw in Linda's eyes when she really needed me to do something for her.
"Sure" I said as she gently tugged at me and we headed over to the rose bed. I could see she had goose flesh so I pulled off my sweater and offered it to her, which she gladly accepted. She slipped it on and pulled her blond locks out from within the collar. She leaned forward again and kissed me lightly, this time directly on the lips. "What was that for?" I asked quizzically.
"For being a total gentleman and offering me your sweater of course" she said and smiled again. This time she held my gaze for what seemed like 20 seconds. I honestly don't know how long it was. I so much wanted to kiss her, but I didn't want to offend her. She was a married woman for heavens sakes. I didn't even really know her, but she was intriguing.
We walked around the roses, stopping to sniff them from time to time. As we walked she slid her arm around me and pulled me close, trying to get warmer. I responded by putting my arm around her small waist and pulling her tighter as well. As we walked we talked about our spouses. It seemed her husband was sort of like my wife. Working all the time, especially at all these functions. We joked that perhaps they would make a great pair at these parties.
As we made our way around the flower beds I could feel her hand slowly dropping from my waist down to my hips, and then slowly drifted down to my ass cheek. My heart started to pound with excitement and I could feel a stirring in my boxers. My wife had long ago stopped being a flirt or exuding any kind of sensuality and to have this beautiful woman with her arm around me, and coming on to me was such a turn on.
Summoning all my courage I stepped in front of her and leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. I could feel her tongue edge out between her lips and I responded in kind. Her smooth lips pushed against mine and I could feel a sense of urgency in her movement. I pulled away from her, halfway expecting to be slapped. She looked at me and softly said, "What was that for?"
"For being a real woman" I smiled at her. She glanced at her feet and realized her feet were bare all this time.
