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Friday Afternoon
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I received some new contracts this week. These were all from new companies, magazines for whom I've never written before. I looked them over and wasn't exactly sure what to make of parts of them. They weren't like most of the others I've signed in the past. All three companies wanted the contracts signed and returned by next Friday. Seven days to review and revise and sign.
Gulp. I've recently moved and I don't really know many people around here; nobody to review the contracts for me. And everyone knows it's not safe to sign a contract without really checking it out. I know the companies are reputable; they are all for magazines that I read often. But am I getting a good deal? Or am I getting screwed if I sign?
Then, I remembered a businessman who responded to a story I posted on the internet a while back; my first story actually. I know he works for some consulting firm not too far from my new place. Or at least he used to. I went through all my old files, all my old emails. His name had to be there somewhere.
And then, there it was. His name. The city where he lived. 45 minutes from here. I googled his name and found the company where he worked, found their webpage.
I can't call some man I've never met and ask for a last-minute appointment at the end of the day. And on a Friday afternoon at that. So, I filed away the information in the back of my mind. I'll just call him on Monday and see if he, or one of his colleagues, could either look over the financial aspects of the contract or refer me to someone who could.
I had to mail out an article to another magazine, so I hopped in my car and headed to the post office. Only, I drove right past it. Then past another. And then, I got onto the interstate. I knew where I was headed: right to his office. No appointment. And on a Friday afternoon.
What am I thinking? He won't even know who I am. I'm a fool.
All these thoughts, and others, floating through my mind. Yet, I drove on. I vaguely remembered the address from the website, but nothing too exact. I did a little research as I drove (phone calls, GPS) and pulled right up to his office.
4:30 pm. Would he still be here? Should I call?
Nope. I just walked right in, right upstairs, right to the receptionist. I told her my name, why I was there, who I wanted to see. She asked me to have a seat while she called him.
Shit. He won't have a clue who I am. Run. Run now. But I waited. And waited.
A man walked out and introduced himself. It's him! What do I do?
He was polite. I stood up. He shook my hand. We were walking to his office when he finally asked it: "I'm sorry. Did I miss something? Did we have something set up? I mean, why exactly are you here?"
I could hear the trepidation in his voice. Nervousness? Worry? Wonder?
Before we even got to his office I was reeling off my story: about the contracts, about the move, about not knowing who could look over them for me.
His worry seemed to subside, and I think he was laughing at me a bit. I felt like such a fool. We went into his office and were seated at the table. I'm glad we sat there instead of at his desk. Less intimidating. I got out the forms and he looked over them. He made some suggestions, offered some corrections. He was very polite, very kind. Very handsome.
We were making small talk as I filled out the new client forms (he had to have the right information to bill me, after all). Plans for the weekend; the beautiful weather; what did I think of this part of the country.
Without even realizing it, we had each moved closer to the other. We each turned to face the other. Not a word was said as we leaned in to kiss. Passionately. No trepidation. No nervousness. No worry or wonder. Just pure passion.
His hand slid up my skirt, over the top of my thigh-high stockings. I slid my hand up his thigh. I reached his hard cock just as he reached my pussy. Mmm. He rubbed my pussy over my pink lace panties. It was wonderful. I was so excited. I started to moan when I heard a noise.
Shit. There are people in the halls still, in the office next door. It was going to be difficult to be quiet. This was all so exciting. Knowing it was his office, his coworkers, his reputation, I stopped rubbing his cock. I hated to be a tease, but I think he understood. Neither of us wanted to get caught. Not like this. Not as I sat there looking at pictures of his family. I didn't want to get caught, but I certainly wanted him.
He started rubbing with more intensity. He sensed my moans were going to get louder. He leaned in and kissed me so deeply, passionately. I let those moans and screams go, his mouth covering mine, muffling my sounds. I was cumming. And it was amazing.
I'm so glad I showed up at his office, appointment or not. I did set up another appointment before I left: a standing lunch appointment once a week. I have a feeling that my writing career is going to pay off in ways that I never imagined.
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