Hi everybody! I'm Marcos, and I'm here again to tell you my new and passionate sexual experience. You can share your opinions with me this time.
I worked as a secretary in a business years ago. That's why I'm pretty trained and prepared for this job. On the grounds I have the expertise, like I said, they asked me to train and coach the new staff they had recently hired. Of course, I agreed to the proposal and it's been 12 months since I've been been assisting this party 5 boys and 3 girls.
The last girl to sign in was Micaela, a 35 yo attorney. She was blond, tall, well built, as well as beautiful. She gave the impression of a self confident, untouchable, impenetrable woman rarely seen in other persons.
As I began to give her support, only intended teaching a few secret business, I pointed out she had to be nice, get along very well with co-workers. Her reply made me think she was a nice person indeed, so I began to like her a lot.
Nonetheless this fascination I felt for her, it seemed impossible to start anything here: firstly, I had a girl friend; secondly, this chick was a graduated, while I lived in the wrong side of the tracks... just a foot soldier. She was taller than I, 1.75 cms. She's older while I'm 28.
All this made me feel more attracted to her, but she was the woman I'd never get to, distant, like remote to me, despite her good manners. I was aware I had to hide my affection toward her so people didn't suspect, thus ruin it all, especially if they felt envy at seeing us chatting. We had began to nurtur a nice "friendship" while she trusted me a lot, as well as in the office work. I was astonished, startled as I stared at her.
On a certain day, Alexander, one of the boys in our group, invited everybody to his birthday. He lived near my house and, as Micaela didn't know the way to get there, but she offered to give me a ride so I'd show her. We had made plans to meet at a specific place so Micaela would pick me up. Definitely, there was something witch mark a difference: while she owned the last model, brand new car, I had to ride in public transportation. Looked like if we definitely belonged to a different social status.
Well, we had a good time there, despite it was not a great party –only a few attended- we had a lot of fun, even danced. Micaela was enjoying practically every moment of it, that's why I was pretty surprised at seeing such unique, distinctive woman, of a high demanding status, so happy.
As they began to dance, some guys came in to invite her a salsa, while she, so sweetly, gave them a fair response: she was already dancing with someone, and I was the guy she was dancing with. My conclusions about this rare behavior came up quickly as I learned she had had an argument with her boy friend and she was so shocked by this mortification that she was not in the mood for having contact with guys: I'd stand by her side here. She herself told this to me: "This boy friend had been her first one, one that she had loved so much, and it would be difficult for her to find a new person, after this love affair was over."
I played like a good psychoanalyst that day, and told her it would be better to take it easy, enjoy life, be happy, and to date another man; her only way out of it would be to have a nice time here at this party, after this breakdown: to dance and have fun. It was reasonable to ask her for a dance, and after been rejected so many times, she'd said:
"Obviously, I've been expecting this question since long! I'd like to dance with you!"
For the fist time I felt optimistic and hopeful about this association with the beautiful lady, pretty optimistic; something wonderful might come up. Of course, she knew I liked her a lot. I had tricked my girl friend, by leaving her alone at home, not inviting her to this party, using excuses like: "Just private party for the office staff, that's all."
Micaela began to take benefit of the situation soon and decided to have fun with me, also join the other people. They kept an eye on us as she began to speak some words into my ear, to whisper. She said what a pity I had a girl friend, while she grabbed my hands to draw me towards her, making me feel those wonderful tits against my chest.
She wore a medal which she clutched with one of her hands as a decoy, to deviate my glance, so I wouldn't stare at her impressive twin boobs. I was going mad by this, but since this was a party and everybody was supposed to be having fun, I'd accept her acting so tesingly, taking it easy: drinks, shots, and more shots. I had began to get along with it, and didn't act too gallantly there, to court her like the typical casanova, so I'd spoil it.
As we already were tired for so much drinking and dancing, she decided to leave the party and I drank one for the road. Of course, I asked her for a ride home. This would cause a good impression among the staff as seeing me departing with the most important person at business.
She agreed to give me a ride, but we didn't speak a word different than how did she like the party, and the like. There was a moment I asked her a question, although it sounded more to a statement: she had drunk too much and probably would take in all kind of comments from the employees next Monday. To this, she smiled and responded:
"All I did there at that party was not something as a result I was drunk by no means."
I was astounded by this reply, frozen, and I didn't get involved at any contention until we got home.
She stopped the car to drop me off, and of course, I wasn't willing to get off the car, I took my time instead, to say we had had a good time there, and I wished to thank her once more. Micaela said:
"I don't think we'll have another chance like this anymore; it's so difficult to date someone who is not your boy friend."
I took the chance and ask her if she wished somebody to give her support, by doing something special, and she would forget about her ex, at least for tonight. This comment was intended a double sense, so if this cased her some embarrassement, I had the right answer handy, beforehand.
