The rebirth of Andrew Bishop - chapter 17 - Sex Stories

The rebirth of Andrew Bishop - chapter 17

... while," he said to the waiter. He then turned back to the table and said, "Don't hold back on your orders because you are my guests. I have to get back to the kitchen, but I will be out later, and we will have more drinks and a good chat. So please hang around and wait for me." "Of course we will, and thank you for your hospitality Chuck," answered Drew. The rest of the evening was divine. They all ordered and ate from the extensive menu. Drew had a bit of trouble deciphering some of the ingredients on the menu, but with Seb's guidance he had a wonderful meal. Fee spent most of the time staring at Drew. He really was handsome and a gentleman. As they finished the deserts and were relaxing with the champagne, she slipped off her high heeled stiletto and put her foot up into Drew's groin. The alcohol had emboldened her, she hoped this was not a step too far. Drew was talking to Dave, about of all things, quad bikes as she did this. Without skipping a beat in the conversation or even looking in her direction, she felt his hand rub her foot and then slowly, softly massage its way up her calf to as far as he could reach. This continued for several minutes until Chuck arrived back at their table with a chair and a bottle of white wine. "How was the meal?" he asked as he placed his chair between Fee and Tess. "Absolutely wonderful," answered Dave, as all the others agreed. "Good, now I'm going to have my after work Friday drink with my new friends, but just a minute of business ...

... first," was Chucks response. "Drew, the manager of the meat works rang me yesterday. He told me your lambs were of outstanding quality and size. They had been inspected and passed and now they are hanging in the cold room. I just checked with my accounts lady and you were paid this morning for them, directly into your account as agreed. So here is to our new business venture," Chuck said as he held his glass up for a toast. They all clinked their glasses together. "Now Fiona, where do you fit into with this trio?" Chuck asked her innocently. Fiona had no idea he knew of the others being a trio. As he didn't. "Call me Fee please. Oh, I'm just their travel agent. They have just taken pity on me and allowed me to tag along tonight," she said in a playful way. "Really a travel agent?" he asked, and when she nodded in the affirmative he continued, "Well that is a coincidence. I have to start planning a couple of trips to Europe I have to make in the next few months. Do you have a card? It's always easier to do business with some one you know." Fee quickly rustled through the small clutch purse she was carrying and found the one and only card she had with her. It was an old one, dog eared and creased, not really professional looking. She handed it to him. "I'm afraid it is in a bit of a sorry state, I wasn't expecting to do business tonight. We came out for dinner," she apologized. "It's fine, Fee," he said, "And next time you come here have a few on hand, you never know. Networking is ...