Change of Luck Part 1 - Sex Stories

Change of Luck Part 1

... with the increased output of the machine I had updated. It was hard not to notice an interesting gleam in her eyes as she talked to me. I also noticed the number of times she found a reason to touch my arm as we talked. As we wrapped up for the day, she asked me to come to the owner's office. I was not sure what to expect. I hoping to conclude any meetings as quickly as possible so I could call the hotel clerk and find out what had been arranged. When we got to the office, she formally introduced herself. Her name was Sarah, and she was not just some woman from the office. She was the company Financial Officer and also the president's wife. She asked me if I would accept an invitation to stay at their house. The hotel clerk is her nephew, and when he couldn't reach my cell, he thought to call her. The bad news was that the fire had destroyed everything in my room. The good news was that the hotel was prepared to pay to replace anything I wanted. The bad news was that there were no hotel rooms available in town. The good news was that I could stay at their house, and the hotel would pay them to board me. She explained that they have a guest room with its own bathroom, and they would be delighted to have me stay. I was too tired to argue, and so I accepted. Her husband, Roger, showed up about then, and so Sarah explained the situation to him. He also said that they were delighted to have me stay. Sarah asked him to pick up some dinner while she and I went shopping for ...

... clothes. She quickly kissed him goodbye, and he teased her to not get in trouble. She possessively took my arm, and she led me out to my car. We chatted about work and marriage and kids as she directed me to drive to the mall. She never passed an opportunity to emphasize any point by touching my arm or my leg as I drove. She took my arm again as we walked into the mall. She tried to lead me into an expensive menswear shop. I resisted, and suggested that one of the department stores would be better. She gave me a calculating look. "Look, John, the hotel is paying, so you should get the best. Let's dress you up nice." "No," I said. "I don't need fancy clothes. I need clothes that I can live and work in. Dockers pants and polo shirts will be fine." She stepped up close with her face right up to mine and her hands on my chest. I think she said something like, "I am buying you nice clothes, because I want you to look good." I didn't really hear her. Her eyes were baby blue, her hands were very warm, and her perfume was heavenly. I was thinking that I should do whatever she wanted, because then I could kiss her. I was shocked that my mind came up with that conclusion, so I insisted, "Sarah, no. Dockers and polos. Work clothes." Her eyes registered a bit of shock, and then I think she almost kissed me. But the corners of her mouth quirked into a smile, and she said, "Okay, let’s go." She smiled broadly as she slipped her arm around my waist and she pulled my arm around her shoulders. She ...