Caroline's Lasting Desires - Sex Stories

Caroline's Lasting Desires

Years ago, on a nice day in June, I had lunch with a younger colleague on a busy terrace in the city where I worked at the time. We discussed details of a business trip I would make to Italy in a few days’ time. When I returned in the office, my secretary Nicole told me there had been a call from a law firm, made by a lady who had introduced herself as Mrs. Von Arnim. The name of the firm was familiar, but at the time we did not have any projects running in which they played a role. Moreover, the name Von Arnim did not ring a bell at all. “Sounds German. Did she mention a subject?” “There wasn’t even a German accent in her charming voice. I did ask what it was about, but she wouldn’t say. It was confidential. She will call again within an hour or so.” Later on there was a buzz. “Mrs. Von Arnim on line one.” When I had pressed the button and mentioned my name, the voice at the other end said, “Good afternoon sir…” That voice was definitely familiar. My heart missed a beat. “It’s Caroline.” “Unbelievable! Caroline! What a lovely surprise! How on earth did you find me? And since when do you call yourself Von Arnim? Are you married to a German by any chance? But more important, how are you?” “Slowly, naughty boy, all in good time.” After that – in more than one respect – hot summer, meanwhile more than fifteen years ago, we had lost contact. My job required mobility and I was transferred abroad a few months later. I had met a fellow student of hers once, who told me that she ...

... had successfully obtained her degree, even ‘cum laude’ . So she was a skilled multitasker. She ought to be thirty-six by now. “I’m okay, thank you, and finding you was not difficult at all; it just took a phone call to your mother.” “I would very much like to see you again.” “I was pretty sure that the feeling would be mutual.” Was it true indeed then, as they say, that the woman whom you have deflowered will always be part of your life? “Listen, I am rather busy with preparations for a trip to Rome later this week, even working overtime. We might make an appointment for meeting each other after my return from Italy.” “Rome… Interesting. Nice prospect, at least I hope it is.” The second renewal of our acquaintance would be celebrated over lunch, a few days after my return. To begin with. Because with her you never knew what would happen next. But one thing was certain: It would be exciting. “How confidential was the conversation with Mrs. Von Arnim?” Nicole said later that afternoon, with a naughty smile. “Not at all. And it had nothing to do with work either. She is an old acquaintance… Wanted to surprise me apparently.” I tried to sound casually. She tilted her head a bit. “An acquaintance, huh? Judging by the way you look I would say that she is more than that. By the way, Giovanni invites you to a dinner in a seemingly smart club. You’d better pack your tuxedo.” Giovanni was my Italian counterpart. In the course of the following day she looked at me every now and then with ...