Your parents split up just after hitting puberty. You went with your dad and didn't see mom again until you were in your mid twenties. Maybe that had something to do with why you were always chasing older women in college, but you'd always put that down to you liking them more on the plump side. Besides older women were always willing to be a little more adventurous anyway, and you were quite the pervert by the end of college.
The first you heard of her was after moving for work and your new coworkers asked if you were related to someone they frequently used as a vendor for projects.
You denied it of course, what were the odds you'd both wound up in the same place, besides after all these years it was like you were both strangers at this point.
You could not have been more wrong.
When you both showed up to sign contracts for delivery of materials for the new project it was like lightning shot through your spine. Every instinct in you wanted to rush over to her and take her in your arms.
She meanwhile was cool as a cucumber. Approached you while you were stuck like a dear in the headlights, gave you a warm smile, and had you sign everything you needed before leaving like a warm breeze. Made you think you imagined the whole thing.
After you got back home you took some time to look things up, and sure enough that was her. Turns out after she left your fool of a father she invested everything into her family's business of procurement, helped modernize things and now while not exactly rich, was doing more than well for herself. Made you even more surprised to learn she hadn't remarried in the years since.
You really couldn't get her out of your dreams. She kept showing up like a bad penny: hair like spun gold, eyes piecing and cool, and her breasts, god her breasts. Made you feel like slapping yourself every time you woke up. I mean by god that was your mother, she raised you to a teenager, she birthed you, breast fed you, coddled you when you were scared...and...and...
...and she was a perfect 10, exactly in your strike range for women, and she had the most perfect figure you've ever dreamed of...God dammit
For the next 9 weeks you met her every Friday, and everytime she was beautiful, polite, and unfortunately, impeccably professional. You tried making small talk, tried to find some way to open her up and tell her who you were but she was as ever only there to talk business, you were pretty sure she had no idea who you were and most likely didn't care enough to look you up to find out.
Week 9 came and went with our contractors giving us endless excuses for delay after delay, leaving us up shits creek with the owner and fast approaching never being able to get work from them again. That's when she stepped in. I'd been gripping a but about the situation during our short time each week for a bit, and apparently she'd taken that to heart. Like an Angel sent from heaven she strutted into our office in her high heels and said if we'd contract her as our representative she'd get on site and sort things out.
God's you wish anyone else was there with you when she went to work. She commanded them more effectively than a Sergent in the military.
Boss invotes her to the big celebration, after all she'd been basically responsible for our new contract, least we could do was invite her to the party.
We drank and ate to our hearts content. You expected her to be just as professional as in all your previous meetings, but it was quite the opposite. She put drinks away like no one's business, drank half the table under before calling it quits.
You wound up with her, arm over shoulder and swaying in the wind before winding up at her room in a nearby hotel. One thing led to another, and things were never the same after that...
Turns out she had known who you were, and couldn't decide how to approach the situation. It had been so long but really the longing never stopped.
After a heart to heart in the morning to figure out what had happened all those years in between then and now, you both agreed what happened last knight was a mistake and would never happen again.
You and her would continue never happening with remarkable frequency. You started finding excuses to meet up and agree to never do that again, time after time after time. And since you worked together there was so much time to spend "talking business" and "putting together reports".
Eventually you just stopped saying the parts about mistakes and just enjoyed it. But even then, it's not like you could go out in public without an excuse. People after all would start to talk, and once people started talking someone would do some digging and put 2 and 2 together.
So after a few years you'd both saved up vacation time and cash and decided to take a secret little trip, finally get some quality time together outside of work and the bedroom.
What do you decide to do?
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