She was very in her early thirties, attractive, slim, tall and alone! I was on my own, the recent divorce having just come through. I looked at her, and saw she was being bored out of her mind by a guy from accounts. We smiled at each other, then I moved closer and spoke to try and break the hold of the boring old guy from her attention. It worked and she spoke. Thanks for that, I was ready to kill him. Her voice was what is now called posh English, but on her it was an incredible sexual style.
I looked again at her. She was small breasted and the dress she wore was close fitting, showing a trace nipples and of high cut panty. I am a panty man, and love seeing a little VPL. I also saw she was drinking a large wine in fair gulps while eating small pieces of salmon off the buffet.
Hey slow down, or you will have indigestion I said You wont get home safely
Who wants to go home she said bitterly. I replied too quickly Not me, nothing to go for.
She looked at me and smiled You too? Im just selling up the old house now HE has gone. The words were said to hurt. I changed the subject and asked about her work, in small talk ways. But I liked what I saw. The was sex on legs. The guy must have been a real dipstick. (Which turned out to be true). She told me about her job as regional tourism manager, and I told her about my work in aircraft. She grabbed another drink off a passing tray and half drained it. I took her arm and guided us to a couple of seats at the corner of the board room.
Thanks she said I am sorry, but I dont want to be here. I dont mind uncle, but I cant take people at the moment. I thought thats it, she has given me the brush. My face must have said so when she looked at me and said I didnt mean you, you saved me from a fate worse than death, She nodded toward Mr accounts. ... Læs hele novellen
