Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione - Sex Stories

Fatima Pt. 02: Hermione

... which she was the only woman, and had to fend off advances from the men, who got progressively more inebriated as the evening wore on. Making her excuses, she left as soon as the dessert was cleared away, citing the need to make some calls to the States. In the event, the only call she made was to Hunter, who had his work cut out raising her spirits.

After an hour or so on the phone, she felt a lot better and read herself to sleep. The following morning, she went along to a couple of seminars, neither of which was worth the admission fee, making an effort to talk with some of the other delegates during the mid-morning break. Rather than take lunch in the dining room, she asked the concierge for a decent vegetarian place nearby, and was fortunate that there was one only twenty minutes away by foot.

Skipping the early afternoon sessions, she arrived back in time for the plenary forum, at which T. Otis Parker III was scheduled to speak. His presentation exceeded her expectations, putting her in a much better mood. That evening, buses had been laid on to take the conferencegoers to a choice of two local restaurants, but Fatima cried off at the last moment, telling organisers that she had been invited to a working dinner with one of her company's key clients.

She ordered a taxi and took herself off to a local French restaurant, in the hope that the ambience would transport her back to the wonderful days with Hunter in Antibes. The place was quite full, especially for a ...

... Wednesday evening, Fatima thought, even if it was by no means a big place. Asking for a table for one, she was shown to a nice spot in the rear part of the restaurant.

As she went past another table for two, she met the eye of an older blonde woman, who was also dining alone. Fatima returned her 'Good evening' and took her seat at the table behind the one occupied by the blonde. She chose to sit facing the entrance, so that she would be facing the woman, who had seated herself with her back to the main dining area.

Within a minute they made eye contact again. This time the woman got up, walked over to Fatima's table and suggested that she join her. She seemed to take it for granted that she was on her own and wanted the company. Fatima pondered for a moment, as if genuinely thinking the proposal over, before moving tables.

They introduced themselves. The woman was called Hermione (like in Harry Potter, Fatima thought). She must have been in her mid- to late-thirties. Like Fatima, she wore a wedding ring. Close up, Fatima could notice the freckles on her face. They weren't too widespread and they weren't blotchy. Together with the dimples in her cheeks, they somehow enhanced her already attractive features.

The woman had not been long in the restaurant and was drinking some sort of cocktail. She called the waiter over and asked Fatima what she would like to drink. She had a mineral water, as she typically did, receiving that look with which she had become familiar ...