Beginnings: Chapter 1 - Veronica - Sex Stories

Beginnings: Chapter 1 - Veronica

... high-shine magazines which were arranged with such precision that I felt slightly afraid to disturb their regimented array. I smiled to myself as my eyes scanned them, pondering whimsically whether there was any chance that I would find any bridal titles among them. Unsurprisingly, I didn’t. I watched the silent fingers of the chrome clock on the wall of the waiting area tick their steady way to quarter to five. The office was still relatively busy as purposeful-looking lawyers, overburdened secretaries and concerned clients passed through the reception area. The clock made its way to five o’clock and then quarter past. Whilst my instinct in a situation like that would always have been to begin to feel a mixture of exasperation and indignation at being made to wait, I began to wonder whether it actually afforded me the rather attractive possibility of telling the receptionist that I understood entirely that Miss Hamilton was a busy woman, and helpfully offering to re-arrange the appointment for some other time, preferably in several weeks! As I began to stand up to put this idea into effect, the entrance door of the office swung open reverently as a woman dressed in an intimidatingly expensive charcoal grey skirt suit and menacing, black shoes with heels resembling thin pencils made her entrance. She was carrying a bulging, black lever arch file under one arm and a bulky black leather brief case which was slung lazily over her left shoulder. She reached the reception desk ...

... just as I had made it to my feet. I watched as she had a brief conversation with the receptionist behind the desk, whose look of polished professional competence had turned to one of pious deference in the presence of this woman. After a moment, I saw the receptionist look towards me, smile nervously and point in my direction. I began to realize that my perfect escape plan had somehow been tragically interrupted by karma, as it struck me that the woman that the cowed receptionist was talking to was none other than Veronica Hamilton. “You must be Lucy,” she said. As she approached, I suddenly felt the moisture in my mouth evaporate almost instantaneously. I was somehow almost immediately overwhelmed by the disconcerting sensation of beginning to lose myself within the swirling pools of a pair of powerful, deep green eyes which were looking directly into my own. If eyes could have the ability to radiate intense heat and cold at one and the same time, then Veronica’s did. That first meeting of our eyes may have lasted only seconds, but nothing I can ever remember had left me feeling so utterly vulnerable and defenceless . I nodded and somehow managed to produce what I suspect was an embarrassing smile. “Here,” she said, smiling coolly and thrusting the lever arch file towards me. I nervously took it in both arms, holding it carefully into my body like a newborn baby. She glanced down at her wristwatch. “It’s been a long day. Let’s go and find somewhere quiet and comfortable, and ...