Paul Ager sat in the Beaumont Room at the Worsted Viper Hotel in Purplemere wearing his name badge bearing the name Paul J Ager.
He was there for a seminar on Health and Safety in the workplace and he was dreading it.
Not that he wasn’t interested in the subject, it was after all his career and he had been doing it for more than twenty years, and he really knew his stuff.
His dread was due partly because he had attended seminars on the subject many times before, but mainly he was dreading it because of the trainer, Claire Draper, who was so gorgeous he was always distracted away from the presentation and into sexual fantasies about her.
He had known her for several years and for a lot of those years he did little more than give her an appraising look, because he knew she was so far out of his league, that was until he came upon her by accident at the Hotel on the previous evening, just before the evening meal as she was reattaching a suspender to her black stocking, it was only a glimpse, a split second, the smallest foretaste of lacy stocking top, but once seen it couldn’t be unseen, and after that delightfully sensual moment whenever he saw her he could think of nothing else.
It was a glorious summer day outside and the sun streamed into the room and bathed Claire in sunlight which was the beginning of the erotic moving pictures in his head.
The sun shone on her white silk blouse and highlighted her beneath the silk and the lacy contrivance beyond but in PJ’s mind’s eye there was no bra and no blouse, only her faultless naked breasts.
He watched as she worked the room strutting on four-inch heels and black stockings and suspenders which he had no need to imagine.
All the while the floor show was going on she carried on chatting away in her ultra-professional manner and then his mind went into overdrive.
Claire crossed the room and closed the blind that was illuminating her blouse, but it didn’t stop PJ’s imagination and he was lost in his own lustful world.
“PJ!!” Claire shouted “PJ!!”
“Wh…what!!!” he exclaimed
“It’s all over, the seminar has finished” She said “Everyone else has gone”
“Oh sorry” he said “My mind was elsewhere”
“I’m well aware of that” Claire said “I would never have let you see my stocking top if I’d known it would have this much of an effect on you”
“You mean you did it on purpose?” he asked in amazement
“Of course” she admitted “I had to get you to notice me one way or another”
“Well….erm” he stammered
“Come on then” she said taking hold of his hand
“You can take me to dinner” she said and with a wry smile she added “it’s the least you can do for mentally undressing me all day”
“Oh ok” he said
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