I first met Nadia (N) in the lobby of an office building after answering a job advertisement for a startup tech company in a local paper. At that time the company was small, but growing. N had been brought in as a receptionist/administrator and anything else in a non technical area that needed doing. I had actually spoken to her on the phone a couple of days before and enjoyed her Eastern European accent.
The company had a realistic budget, but had been initialized by a board who really had no idea how to make it happen and we were left to make it work. We did in the end by sheer seat of the pants fact finding and building, but not without a lot of personnel changes (the original hiring of buddies and family just hadn't panned out) and hard work.
After a few months things settled down and I saw N on a daily basis strictly on a professional level. She would sit in a small office along from my area and would only venture out for lunch and to ask questions or other business duties. We were two of around eight people in this satellite office and the atmosphere was reasonably casual. VPs and the like would visit every couple of weeks and we were always in touch online or by phone.
N, I learned, was from Ukraine. She had come over to the USA at the age of twenty two (twenty years ago) with her thirty year old husband. They had been married for three years at the time and had a year old son. I didn't learn this from N, but from the office gossip Mary. Mary was what you might call homely, one hundred pounds overweight and didn't carry it well. She was good at her job, let everyone know it and possessed that heir of a spiteful, unhappy woman. Mary confided (for no reason other than self satisfaction) that N and her husband 'did not get on.'
I should fess up and say that I have been married to the same woman for twenty four years. We have two children in their early twenties, a boy and a girl. I have also slept with at least fifteen women (mainly escorts and mostly multiple times with each) in the last ten years. Why? Because I enjoy it. My wife's sex drive has typically lowered and she seems to take pride in the fact. But this isn't about her.
A few months later N, Mary and myself decided to go to lunch together, which was a fairly rare occurrence. Literally outside the restaurant Mary received a text about a family emergency and had to leave. Go ahead she told us both, and for some reason rather awkwardly, we continued to our lunch. Conversation was relaxed but a little stiff. What was evident was a sexual tension you could cut with a knife. I'm sure if either of us had blurted out "there are three hotels within a five minute walk" we would have been in a room in six.
Fast forward a couple of years and the office had moved as part of a cost cutting initiative to the Corporate HQ. N and I had moved too, her desk now on another floor. Nothing had come of our lunch date, though we had moved fully into into the 'Friend Zone' and enjoyed chatting and joking, often taking a mutual sideways look at the company.
As we were now centralized, company social activities were easier to be involved in. Something that came up was a charity bicycle ride for a nationally recognized organization. I had enjoyed bike riding as a kid and had continued on and off over the years, I wasn't ready to do 80 KM though! N had already signed up and I thought, '"fuck yeah," this could be fun in a couple of ways. We were in the Friend zone, but I fantasized about bending her tight ass over her desk every time I saw her.
As we had originally been in the office out of town we lived in the same general area in the Pacific North West. It was still winter, a depressingly cold and wet one, so spin classes were called for to start building endurance. N is quite plain looking, but attractive with high cheek bones under glasses she always wears. Her hair is long and mousy blonde. She has a wiry, athletic body with East European strong hands, a flattish stomach, small perky tits that I longed to nibble on and somewhat muscular legs topped by a tight ass that a twenty year old would be happy with. N wears thongs. Over the years there had been a good half dozen 'whale tail' moments that had me unconsciously stroking myself under my desk.
We decided to train together as comrades in arms. N was fitter than me, but I had the drive. At the first spin class she showed me around as I asked the right questions and subtly eyed her in lycra shorts and t-shirt. I'm a big fan of checking out panty lines and she showed none my experienced eye could see. I imagined her shaved pussy ( I was convinced she did) and tight ass hole just behind some thin, tight fabric.
I staggered out of that class after the hour was up and followed a sweating N across the gym to the locker rooms. Sweat was showing on her shirt, on her shorts crotch and ass, my mind was doing somersaults.
We trained for around four months, going to spin twice a week and a handful of bike rides. Secretly I liked riding alone as I would really go for it whereas N would be steady. She was good though and regularly showed me the way in hill training. However getting to 'innocently' see her in bike shorts with a healthy glow on was a weekly highlight. As the big day loomed training ended and after our last ride I sincerely thanked N for helping and inspiring me. She smiled in that mischievous way she has (the only thing about her that is a little naughty) and we did our customary fist touch and parted ways.
The day of the ride was sunny and not too hot, around 70 degrees. Our team numbering twelve (in a field of around three hundred) had set off on time and after a few KM had begun to string out as expected. We'd all agreed to set our own pace and meet up at rest stops if possible. I was around mid pack, with N and another woman (N's friend) around a KM back. N and I could have kept together, but the other rider was a bit slower. I'd done well in training and although some parts were hard going, I won't lie, I finished in around four hours including stops. I was really pleased with myself.
I waited, sweaty, aching and happy at the sparsely populated finish line (there were showers and a hospitality tent across the way) for N and her friend. After around 10 minutes they came into sight and crossed the line. I jogged to where they had stopped to greet them and we congratulated each other with big hugs. As N and I unlocked we, for the briefest of seconds, caught each other's eye.
We wheeled our bikes towards our cars to stow them, dump our helmets and pick up our bags of clothes and shower gear we had all brought with us. N's friend was just in front of us walking.
"Text me," N whispered in my ear. I looked at her puzzled, but in the back of my mind I hardly dared to believe what I thought might be happening. We had all brought our phones on the ride for safety reasons, so this wouldn't look weird. I texted N "Reply" after fishing my phone from my jersey pocket. The familiar chirp rang out. N's friend slowed as we all did.
"Oh my God." breathed N. "My brother just arrived out of the blue. He's at my house."
"Everything OK?" I said.
