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Sitting at my desk, staring at my laptop, getting no work done. This has been the theme of the day so far. My mind has been wandering off to the only place it wants to go, last night with Nancy. I have to physically snap myself out of this dream state, every few minutes or so. The other consultants I share the office with must think I have Tourette’s or something. But no matter what I try, I can’t focus.
After the bath we went back to bed, made out a bit and then fell asleep spooning. She was wrapped up in my arms the whole night, it was heaven.
Because I had to go to work in the morning, there was no time for a pleasant wake-up. Both of us jumped to the sound of the alarm. I hated that thing, not only for the near heart attack, but more so because it made me break the embrace. After the alarm was dealt with, I turned to find Nancy smiling at me. We got close and kissed each other.
“Good morning.”
“Yes, it is,” I agreed.
“We have to get up,” she said, with pouting lips and a sad expression on her face.
“I know. I think we have to do this in the same way you rip off a band aid and just get up, or we’ll be here for hours.”
“I don’t think I’d mind being here for another couple of hours, but you’re right,” and with that she sprang up out of bed leaving me to stare at her perfect body.
“So, what are you waiting for?” she said with a disapproving look on her face.
“Just enjoying the view.”
She ripped the sheets of the bed and giggled while she made her way to the bathroom. When I heard the shower come on, I got up to follow her. I opened the shower cabin and was greeted with open arms. Our wet, naked bodies intertwined, and we enjoyed our short morning together.
While lathering each other up, we were getting wet in more ways than the obvious. With her hands around my rock hard dick she said, “I wish we had time to take care of this”.
“As do I, however I’m hoping you are free tonight, so we can do just that.”
Smiling up at me she replied, “I think I can clear my schedule.”
“Excellent!”
Getting out of the shower I grabbed a towel and started drying her off, kissing her on the wet parts before applying the towel. She did the same for me.
Last night, she had met me, after a work day spend doing busy work in front of my laptop, stuck in an office. Today however I had a meeting with some big shots and that meant suiting up. I grabbed the suit out of the closet and laid it on the bed.
“Look at you, Mr. Bond.”
Doing my best Connery, I replied, “You look lovely today Miss Moneypenny.”
On the way down to the lobby she said she knew a few nice restaurants close by the hotel, on the city square. We would meet in the middle at six o’clock. We exchanged phone numbers, kissed, hugged and went on our way. Just before she broke the hug she whispered into my ear, “Thank you for a fantastic night.”
Those words lingered in my ears while I am staring at a spreadsheet.
“Hey, you ready?” a loud voice proclaimed.
I jump, and see one of the guys I have a meeting with.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there.”
During the meeting I get my focus back. Thankfully it deals with information I had processed the previous days. We make some progress and I am on my way to impressing the hell out of the clients, when disaster strikes. Bzzz. My phone on vibrate, alerts me of an incoming message. When one of my colleagues is talking I have a look at what it says.
“Hi.”
Two letters, one word and the rest of the meeting has gone quiet for me. For the next minutes I hear and see nothing but last night racing before my eyes. That first kiss in the elevator, her perfect breasts, her breathing while I was pleasuring her.
Health-hippies be damned, I say, “thank god for smokers.”
The CEO gets up and says, “I need a smoke, take 5.”
I would get up, however that might be a bit embarrassing because of the situation in my pants. I decide not to send anything back. A text conversation might start, and I’ll never be able to get anything done.
After the meeting it’s only two o’clock and from there time slows down to a crawl. Thankfully it’s Friday. If I had to work tomorrow, that would be two days in a row spend staring at my screen. An hour later I get an idea which is pure genius. Or at least I think so. I make a call and set it up.
“No problem sir,” I hear at the other end of the line.
“Thank you and have a nice day.”
“You to, sir.”
Just before quitting time I look up a flower shop in the internet, pack up my case and head out at an almost running pace. I buy a single red rose and make my way to the square.
I stand at the edge of the massive expanse surrounded by shops, restaurants and as the main building, city hall. Staring through the crowed trying to spot her. I look at my phone, its five fifty-eight. My heart starts to beat faster in anticipation. Then, I spot beautiful woman walking toward the center. She’s wearing a summer dress, the kind with the small straps and wrapped around her neck a shawl. Her brown hair flowing through the wind. It’s her.
I move toward her and when we are a few dozen paces apart she spots me as well. Her face lights up and when we come close she throws her arms around me and merely says “hi” before kissing me.
“How was your day Mr. Bond?”
“Dreadfully long Miss Monneypenny, how about yours?”
“The same.”
I give her the flower and get a kiss as a reward.
“So, you hungry? What are you in the mood for?”
I look at her and suggestively raise my eyebrow.
With a smirk on the lips she exclaims, “we’ll get to that later.”
“I actually arranged something, dinner wise.”
“Oh really, and what would that be?”
“It’s a surprise, follow me.”
We make our way back to my hotel.
“This is not a surprise, this is your hotel. Look, I’m anxious to get to that part of the evening as well, but we need sustenance in order to fully…,” I stop her from talking by putting my index finger to her lips.
“Trust me.”
Agreeing, she follows me inside the hotel. I open the door to my room and I am pleasantly amazed what you can accomplish with one phone call to the concierge.
On the balcony at my request they have set up a candle lit dinner table. To the side there is the meal on a trolley heated by hotplates and next to the railing they set up a chaise lounge.
“I remember you like fish, I hope that hasn’t changed.”
We stand at the edge of the room and she’s looking at all this with a surprised smile on her face.
“You are getting so lucky tonight!”
I laugh at her comment while pulling out her chair.
During the meal I explain why I didn’t answer her text message. She understands completely and tells me she debated with herself for at least an hour before sending it.
After dinner I call down to the reception to have the trolley picked up.
“Had a good meal, sir?”
“Yes, it was excellent, thank you.”
I give the young man a generous tip, and my complements to the chef.
Where we’re alone we lie down on the chaise lounge and start to make out. The lovely city view is wasted on us because our universe stops just beyond what we can touch.
“I have a surprise for you to.”
We look up at each other .
“I remember something about you as well, come with me.”
We go inside and close the doors behind us. Inside she turns to me and says, “strip”.
I eagerly comply. When I’m down to my underwear I look at her. She looks back with an approving smile on her face. Then she pulls the knot behind her neck that is holding up her dress. Like water flowing from a waterfall it falls down around her ankles. My gaze follows the dress down. On its way back up it is greeted by a very small and extremely sexy pair off panties. Red, with frills. Further up my eyes fall on her perfect breasts held together by a strapless bra. It takes a few seconds, but I remember to breathe again.
From her purse she removes a small bottle. I recognize it as massage oil.
Fawn
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