The oddest thing happened to me on my last business trip. My company had sent me and five of my coworkers to visit an important client. It seems that the client was having trouble with one of our products and they wanted it fixed yesterday.
Now, this wouldn't be a big deal if not for the timing. It was the day before New Year's Eve and some of us had plans. Oh well, duty calls. We flew down to see the client and began work right away. I had hopes of getting things done quickly and then flying out the next morning. That wasn't to be and I'm glad it turned out the way it did.
We didn't finish up until 6pm New Year's Eve. The boys and I headed back to the hotel, made reservations to fly out the next afternoon and cleaned up for dinner. We decided to grab something to eat at the hotel and made a reservation for 8:30. At least our stingy company put us up in style this time. The hotel was very nice and obviously expensive. While at dinner, we were asked by the waiter if we would be attending the new year's eve celebration in the club adjacent to the restaurant. My crew talked it over and decided that we didn't have anything else to do. It sounded great.
At about ten o'clock we headed next door. The club was terrific. There was a jazz trio playing and a small dance floor where a few couples swayed to the music. The place was decorated with streamers and balloons were hung waiting until midnight to fall. The host seated us in front of the band and we ordered drinks. As I was sipping my screwdriver and getting into the great tunes my eyes landed on absolutely gorgeous lady.
She was wearing a stunning diamond ring dress in white. It was elegant and sexy at the same time. The form fitting dress had a low cut neckline and a cutout in the shape of a diamond below her breasts reaching to just above her waist. A ring held the two halves of her top together and another ring was located just below her navel. Long sleeves were connected to the sides and her shoulders were bare except for a single strap on each side. The skirt was short but not too short. The lady was obviously a classy lady and surprisingly she was alone. My lucky day.
I got up and walked over to her table. Her light brown hair beautifully contrasted the white dress. She had a glorious tan that drew my eye to her midriff then to her smooth long legs. She wore no stockings and her delicate feet sported a pair of four inch white pumps.
"Hello," I offered.
"Hi," she returned with a beautiful smile, her golden eyes sparkling.
"Would the lovely lady like to dance," I asked.
She paused, glanced around and said, "Ah, I guess so."
I was delighted. I couldn't remember when I had seen a more beautiful woman. She stood up, I took her delicate hand and said, "My name is Bill."
"Paula," she said.
"Pleased to know such a beautiful woman," I said.
Paula blushed, dropped her eyes in shyness and said, "Thank you kind sir." God, she was charming and just plain gorgeous, except there was nothing plain about her. Her perfectly tanned skin was flawless. Her face was delicately sculpted. Her nose was cute. Her smile was radiant. She was obviously a model.
Paula's body was right out of playboy. She was taller than your average woman. Her high heels put her at just below my 6'2". I couldn't help noticing that her breasts filled her dress nicely. My eyes had a hard time looking away from her sexy cleavage. I'd guess her breasts were 36C. Her cute little bottom fit snugly in the dress and I couldn't detect panty lines. The blood rushed through my veins as I pondered the possibility that Paula wasn't wearing any panties. I knew she wasn't wearing a bra. The ring holding her top together exposed the insides of her firm breasts. A bra would obviously be visible. By my eye it didn't appear that she needed the support. I could also see the beginnings of a fabulous set of tan lines. I wondered what my chances were of seeing more.
As we began to dance, I asked, "How did I get so lucky to find such a stunning woman alone tonight on New Years Eve?"
Paula cleared her throat and said, "Well, I'm not alone. I'm with my husband Patrick."
Paula's eyes showed sympathy as my bright expression turned to disappointment. I pulled away slightly taking both of Paula's hands in my own, verifying that I hadn't seen a wedding ring. She said, "Oh, my ring is at the jewelers being repaired. Its OK, though. I wouldn't have accepted your kind offer to dance if my husband minded. You see, he's not much of a dancer and I just love to dance."
I was disappointed that Paula was married but not surprised. Beauties like her get snapped up. Gosh, beauty and such a nice lady. As we continued our dance I said, "I certainly appreciate you allowing me the pleasure of dancing with you. You dance very well."
Paula smiled and said, "Thank you, Bill. You're pretty good yourself."
"So where is your husband," I asked?
Paula's smile turned a little devious as she whispered, "I think he had to go to the little boys room." I chuckled. Man, I liked this lady. Too bad I couldn't get to know her better.
"Are you and Patrick from the area?" I inquired.
Paula replied, "No, we're here on a small vacation. Today's our first year wedding anniversary and we're celebrating."
"Congratulations," I said. "Lucky fellow," I added.
Paula blushed again and said, "You're so sweet, Bill." Wow, my groin tightened when she said that. I wondered if she could see the goose bumps on my skin. Probably not, I thought. I was wearing a sports jacket over a light sweater.
To my great disappointment the music stopped and I said, "Thank you, Paula for the wonderful dance."
"It was my pleasure," she said as we reluctantly separated. I walked her to her table just in time to see Patrick return.
"Oh Bill," Paula said, "let me introduce you to my husband Patrick." Patrick looked older than Paula but was trim and fit. He seemed like the friendly sort.
I shook hands with Patrick and said, "I hope you don't mind me borrowing your beautiful wife for a dance."
"No, not at all, Bill. Paula loves to dance and I'm not much of a dancer," he said.
I offered, "Congratulations on your first anniversary. You're a very lucky man, Patrick."
"Thanks. She is something, isn't she?" he said.
"That she is," I concurred. I looked at Paula just in time to see her blush again. So pretty.
Reluctantly I said, "Well, its been a pleasure meeting both of you."
"Thanks so much, Bill," said Paula as she kissed me on the cheek.
"Good luck," added Patrick. We shook hands again and I headed back to my table, my head spinning.
"Who was that babe?" asked Mike.
"Yeah, who. Do you know her?" added Jim.
"Her name is Paula and isn't she a beauty," I said.
"I'll say," answered Ron. Everyone nodded in agreement.
"I just met her," I said.
Some of the guys exchanged colorful suggestions as to what Paula would be good at. I ignored their crude remarks but agreed with their sentiment. Paula would definitely be a pleasure in bed. I ordered another drink and went back to listening to the great music. I glanced at Paula's table a couple of times. She and Patrick were engaged in happy conversation. I sighed at what could have been.
For the next twenty minutes or so the guys and I talked shop and listened to the Jazz. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned to find Paula leaning over about to say something. I was overwhelmed by the site of her breasts right in my face. I quickly recovered and looked at her beautiful face. To late. My stare had caused her to blush.
"I'm sorry to disturb you Bill but I was wondering if you would like to dance again?" she said. I couldn't believe it. Another few moments with this wonderful lady.
I stuttered, "I'd be delighted to." I stood up and took her hand. I added, "I'm at your service as long as you would like."
Paula smiled and said, "Bill, you're so sweet." Again, I felt the rush of blood. Soon we were dancing again. I was thrilled that Paula moved in a little closer this time. Her warm sexy body felt great next to mine. I had a real problem keeping my eyes from wondering down to her luscious breasts. They seemed to swell as I gazed at them. I suddenly noticed that Paula had caught me admiring them. I looked away and she said, "Its OK, Bill, I liked to be looked at."
I looked back at her face and was lost in her beautiful golden eyes. I struggled to say, "I'm sorry for staring but your body is so beautiful and sexy."
This time Paula didn't blush. Her face showed confidence and pride. She said, "Don't be sorry. Your looks make me feel good."
I struggled to keep my cool. I wanted more than anything to take this goddess to my room and make passionate love to her all night. Unfortunately, she was married.
Paula saved me by asking, "What are you and your friends doing in town?"
I replied, "The boys and I work for the same company. We're in town visiting a client. At first I was aggravated that we would have to be here on New Years Eve but right now I couldn't think of another place I'd rather be than right here dancing with you."
Paula smiled seductively and said, "Why Bill, if I didn't know better I would accuse you of trying to take me away from my husband."
I grinned and said, "I'm sure I wouldn't be the first to try." Paula leaned into me put both arms around my neck. For a moment I thought she might kiss me but instead she put her cheek against my cheek and sighed, "Bill, you're about to make me melt."
Oh god, I thought. I'm in trouble. Paula's husband is going to kill me.
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