“Bob,
go to the Hilton” I was told “and meet Sam Barrowclough”
A
lunchtime meeting at the Hilton sometimes life was tough
I
was expecting a Yorkshire man with whippet on a lead you see
With
a copy of the pigeon fanciers weekly laying on his knee
A
dour Yorkshire man wearing cloth cap and dressed in tweed
So
was not prepared for who it was to greet me I must concede
The
whippet welding Yorkshire man had turned out to be
A
very pretty young woman who was called Samantha you see
She
was actually a stunningly beautiful petite young blonde
The
type of delicious creature it was impossible not to be fond
She
introduced herself with a broad smile and a hearty hello
I
stuttered out my own introduction by way of a quid pro quo
She
offered her hand to me in greeting and I accepted it gladly
Her
hand was soft and smooth like silk and gripped mine firmly
In
my large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child
In
silence we continued to shake hands and we both just smiled
We
held each other’s gaze and hand perhaps too long slightly
We
both laughed nervously, and her cheeks blushed brightly
She
then turned away and bade me follow which was no chore
I
followed her exotic heady fragrance out thought the door
Silently
she led me down a corridor in the lounge direction
I
followed mesmerized by her form and admiring its perfection
Even
wearing four-inch heels I marveled at her daintiness
Only
reaching the dizzy height of five foot three more or less
The
straight blonde hair cascaded onto her shoulders softly
A
fitted silk blouse complemented her waifish frame perfectly
She
had the tiniest of waists and the slenderest of hips to swing
And
pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirting
Then
the shapely legs clad in stockings unless I miss my guess
The
overall effect was stunning, and I was smitten I will confess
Then
sunlight illuminated her form through silk and cotton
The
sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination
Seemingly
completely oblivious to the effect she had achieved
On
the red-blooded men in her wake, she’d never have believed
She
stopped by a vacant seat and slowly turned towards me
This
caused the illumination of her fine breasts for us to see
The
vent on her skirt caught momentarily on a cushion pad
A
glimpse of her stocking top confirmed the suspicion that I had
She
effortlessly and elegantly slipped into the vacant place
And
gestured for me to sit beside her in the neighboring space
Not
coy she sat straight-backed upright confident and proud
Her
voice was strangely hypnotic clear and soft but not loud
Once
again, I was completely enveloped in her intoxicating scent
Then
she opened her briefcase and deftly removed the document
Like
a precious work of art, I had admired her from a distance
Now
I could examine in detail every brushstroke every nuance
Her
blonde hair cascaded onto her slim shoulders like fine rain
The
sun was highlighting strands like spun gold again and again
The
golden rain tumbled to caress the nape of her neck gently
Coming
to rest on her soft silk covered shoulders diffidently
I
was transfixed by the vision of golden hair framing her face
Of
pale alabaster like porcelain on a doll or like a Greek grace
Her
eyes stunning and captivating were of translucent green
And
her nose was small and angular sat perfectly in between
Her
mouth was only narrow, but the lips were full and luscious
As
she spoke the pale pink lips glistened moistly and sensuous
I
would blush to my roots if our eyes met however fleetingly
And
then a smile would dance about her mouth provocatively
I
turned my attention to her slim pale arms naked and bare
The
suns illumination fringing like white gold the downy hair
Then
her small delicate hands with fingers so elegant and slim
No
bitten or false nails just naturally well cared for and prim
Also,
no rings adorned her fingers in fact there was no jewelry
But
then no jewelry could ever improve on this beauty before me
Suddenly
she dropped her pen and leant forwards to retrieve it
Causing
her blouse to gape revealing her breast well just a bit
Just
the briefest glimpse of breast with a hint of lace and frill
Enough
to quicken the pulse and excite the senses and thrill
Then
she catches me letching and smiles as I avert my gaze
Now
it’s her milky white flesh that blushes in a crimson blaze
All
too soon our short business meeting was at a close and done
I
felt her soft and delicate hand in mine and then she was gone
So,
blinded by her beauty and intoxicated by her sweet perfume
I
could barely stammer out a sentence before she left the room
I
was left with only the exotic fragrance lingering about me
Feeling
quite despondent and in a strange way quite empty
In
my hand I found her business card as you would expect
Then
I turned it over, like you would, to more closely inspect
A
handwritten note and number was not what I thought to see
Here’s
my number, call me soon, I’d like to see you socially
