Back in 2004 I worked with the woman who was head of large contract sales. She was tall, blonder, slender, she had such an elegant was about her, she always wore heels. One day she had to drive about 60 miles to do a presentation to a client, she had A PowerPoint show, product to show, I offered to go with her to run the PowerPoint, and to set up the product, I wasn't busy, she was always busy.
WE get there in plenty of time, I set up the electronics and the displays and Charlotte nails the presentation, by the end of the day we have contracts signed. WE leave about 5:00 and Charlotte says she's buying us a drink and she'll even give me a cut of her commission, pretty generous since I didn't do much.
We stop at a nice hotel bar, have literally one drink and we head back. Well, we should have skipped the drink, it is raining torrents and for safety I pull off the highway under an overpass to escape the hail. I check the weather radar, we aren't going anywhere for a while until the front passes, it's dark out, the highway only had a few brave souls on it. Charlotte say she needs to find a bathroom, I go a couple of exits and find a Hampton Inn next to an Applebee's.
My the time we get in the Applebee's, we're both soaked, Charlottes silk blouse is see-through to her lacy bra, and she is cold from the AC. We have something to eat and coffee, weather looks better, so we go for it. I put my coat over Charlotte, I get go the car and pull up to the front door, but a gust of mind and cold rain soaks her again. The poor lady is shivering, even with the heat turned up. Charlotte says "to hell with modesty, I'm freezing, you're a married guy, you know why breasts look like." Off come all the wet stuff and Charlotte puts he ample boobs against the heater vents. I'm married and I've seen boobs, but not like those.
We agreed to never mention it, but at a boozy office party, she spilled the beans.
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