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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