*All characters, names and entities are all fictional. this story contwins cheating, sph, bi suggestions, and other potentially offensive subjects. Read the previous chapters to decide if it is for you.*
The night had been a bit of a blur for Tricia. What started as an innocent work party had led to a bit more drinking than she had intended prior to the draw of social fun.
She was wearing a professional but sexy navy blue dress that accented her beautiful creamy skin. Her long hair hung down her back between two exposed shoulders. A tall glass of a sweet tasting mixed drink with a orangish hue, was held in her small delicate hands.
In these in between moments she wished that Grant had accompanied her. It always helped to not feel like you were alone. Grant had always been a bit less of a social gathering kind of person. Sure, he liked parties, but the work party thing came with more anxiety as he felt like it was just putting on a show for her coworkers, as he wasn't in the loop of most of the conversations.
Having just left one conversation she sauntered across the large dimly lit room. Pausing and surveying the scene for her next bit of entertainment. Suddenly, she was jolted forward as someone backed into her. A large hand then rested on her shoulder, and a baritone voice rang out, "Oh, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to bump you there."
Tricia turned around and looked up at the tall broad man before her, looking down at her with kind blue eyes.
"I hope I didn't spill your drink," he said apologetically.
"Oh, just a little, but it's ok, none ended up on me." She smiled, trying to place the attractive man that just shoved his way into her scene. She couldn't remember seeing him in the office before. A tiny bit of her drink dripped from her fingers.
"Here," he extended his strong arm with a napkin in his massive hand.
"Thank you, how kind." She wiped off her glass and hand.
"I'm Alex," he said, offering a handsome smile.
"Tricia." She smiled back, starting to reach out to shake hands, and then laughed awkwardly, as she realized she was holding the wet napkin in one hand, and her drink in the other.
Alex laughed, "Looks like you have your hands full. Allow me, " he reached out and gently took the soggy napkin. He took a few steps away and tossed it in the trash can nearest to them. Then strode back to her. "I guess we can try this again," he extended his hand, "Alex."
She reached out and shook it, her tiny hand completely enveloped by his, "Tricia."
"So Tricia, are you accompanying, or part of Wimco team?"
"Oh, I'm part of the ever exciting billing department at Wimco," she chuckled, shifting and placing her free hand on her hip. "I haven't seen you around the office, are you a Wimco employee?"
"No, but I do offer legal assistance to the company through my firm. Guess they always invite us in hopes of getting a discount," he laughed.
"Well of course, got to keep the bonuses flowing," she joked.
"Well, nice to meet you, Tricia, billing extraordinaire. Did you bring a 'plus one?"
"No, unfortunately he's not big on these things."
"That's a shame. He's not worried you'll get swept away by some dashing executive?" He cocked an eyebrow.
She blushed a little, "I guess not, but so far no one's whisked me off."
"And how surprising that is," he said, stepping next to her and gently placing his hand on the small of her back, "Care to accompany me for a refill," he lifted his empty glass for show, and gestured to the bar.
She felt herself get warm, and perhaps a bit flushed, as this gorgeous and towering man touched her. A little jolt ran through her. For a moment she considered making some excuse, but figured, "what's a little bit of harmless banter," especially since Grant had kind of left her on her own with this.
Grant welcomed the alone time at the house. Things had been pretty busy the last few days and a little breathe time sounded good. Tricia would be gone several hours and that gave him plenty of time.
Considering what first, a pull, like a magnet, drew him to his drawer of 'secrets' upstairs. His dick jumped a little at the beckoning of it's contents.
Pulling out the drawer a little, his eyes were immediately drawn to the pink spandex panties with the sleeve. A little blood pumped, a little glint of excitement rose, and he pulled them out. He also grabbed the white thigh high stockings. Having not gotten off for a few days, a naughty little feeling was building in him. A hungry little desire grew from within.
First he ran a bath, making sure the water was just the right temperature, grabbed a fresh razor, and some of Tricia's shaving cream.
Tricia made a "why not" face, said, "Sure," and let Alex lead her, hand still resting just above her cute little butt, to the drink table. She sipped at her glass along the way, deciding to empty it so that she could start a new one, getting to know her interesting novel acquaintance.
As she sipped, she mis-stepped causing her to trip on her heel. Alex quickly shifted his arm around her, grabbing her just above the hip. With one arm he practically lifted her off her feet with ease, glass still in his other hand, "Ohhhh, are you okay? Thought you were going down there," he laughed, his blue eyes sparkling a bit, or so it seemed to her.
Impressed by his stature and strength, she couldn't believe how easily he had handled her. If it had been Grant, he'd have probably toppled down on top of her, trying to catch her and both would've been covered in their drinks.
"Good reflexes, and thank you," she laughed.
"Why thank you, I do aim to please," he replied heartily, his hand still on her hip.
Tricia couldn't help but like the feeling of the wall of a man holding her into him as they walked to the bar.
The bartender asked them for their requests, served them, and Alex pointed to one of the sofas that scattered the area. It was conveniently separated from the rest, in a shadowy nook. A little candle rested at the coffee table in front of it. "I don't know about you, but I could use a sit-:down."
"That sounds fantastic, especially after my potential catastrophe back there," she giggled, now definitely feeling the warmth of the alcohol coursing it's way through her. She had lost track of how many she had taken down at that point.
Grant toweled himself off, reveling in the tingling sensation of his smooth legs. Having not had sex, it seemed that Tricia hadn't noticed his new delight. However, he still hadn't made up a good excuse in his head to explain it if she did.
