Saturday. - Sex Stories

Saturday.

... have a time frame for working?" He air quotes the word "working", like I'm lying. I check my phone for the time. Half four. "Yeah," I say. "About an hour and a half." "Okay, I'll meet you out front at six o'clock. We'll go for a drink. No excuses!" he steps forward again. "What, in this dress? Don't you think I'm a little over dressed?" "No." He runs his fingers from my cheek to my collar bone down to the spot between my breasts making my legs tremble. I grab hold of the railing behind me. "In fact, I think you look stunning. I'm hoping you're not wearing panties under that dress," he whispers in my ear. A moan shudders from my mouth before I can stop it. At my reaction he just laughs. He turns and walks away. Leaving me standing there trembling, holding myself up with the railing and staring after him. ......... An hour later, and after a few drinks that I shouldn't have had, I'm back in the main house saying goodbye to important clients. I'm considering just running away, not waiting for six o'clock. I'm worried at what might happen if I stay. I could call a taxi now and be gone before Dean even knows. I haven't seen him since the balcony, for all I know he could be standing me up. If only the bloody clients would leave faster. They've been here for hours now. What else is there to talk about? But here they stand, on the front steps, chatting to my boss. I wonder if I could back away. Maybe they wouldn't notice. I take a few steps back when Martha comes up and hugs me. ...

... "Thanks for the wonderful present, honey" she says. The earrings look good on her. Part of my job is to keep investors' wives happy. "No problem, Martha," I reply, then ask, "I'll see you a week on Thursday at the spa?" "You will Tess." She kisses me on the cheek then they are gone. Thank god! I can leave now. I head down the stairs pulling my phone out as I do. I'm about to dial the taxi number when I see Dean leaning against a motorbike. He's changed into a black t-shirt, jeans and boots. He looks dangerously good. "I knew you'd run," he drawls. He's looking very smug. "I wasn't." I lie. My blush betrays me. "Sure you weren't. " "Okay, okay." I give in. Damn him! What is wrong with me!? "It'll be great." He winks. "Come on, hop on," he says, sweeping his hand towards the bike. "You're having a laugh, right? I'm not getting on that! I can barely walk in this dress, let alone get on that." He hands me a set of folded clothes. "Somehow, I knew you'd say that," he laughs. I don't even ask where the clothes came from. I go inside and change. I come back out five minutes later wearing a long white t-shirt and short cut-off denim shorts and my six inch knee high suede boots. "Damn Tess, you look good in anything," he says. "I look ridiculous. Seriously, you couldn't get me any shoes?" He smiles. "I don't know, I like it." "Of course you do," I sigh. "Are we seriously getting on that?" I look at the bike. I've never trusted things with two wheels. Four is so much more stable. "Come on, ...