This was it, this was finally it. Now that the moment she had been dreaming of since she was old enough to have those kinds of dreams, was here. She a...most wished she could slow this part tdown she flet like she was in a whirlpool, so dizzily out of control, scared and thrilled at once. Her hands shook. All at once the passion that had built up in the years of wanting him boiled over, she turned and they collided in a fury of heat. He pushed her against the wall, so hard her head bounced and. Sunny one minute, rain the next. It gives way to storms which leads to this bried encounter one stormy night.My home life consisted of two men in the house with me. There was my father; who tended to be distant probably because I was less of the jock a son is expected to be. And there was our lodger James, an old friend of my dad who tended to stay in the home on evenings which for a spell put a damper on my post school crossdressing but after a fortunate encounter with his hard cock I. The day of the meeting I made sure I was dressed in my best office wear, and the boss picked me up early for the drive to Edinburgh. He commented on my outfit when I got in the car and I thanked him - it was nothing sexual, just a nice complement from a colleague. We chatted on the drive up to Scotland, and he said that he was had offered to take the client out for lunch to celebrate our contract award, and would I mind driving back if he had a drink with the meal. I was happy to - he drove a. " He nodded to Richard, who nodded impassively back. "Dance with her, okay? She's good."Unexpectedly, he bent down and planted a kiss on my hair. There was sadness in his eyes, frustration, almost a look of hurt. It sent a pang of guilt through me. Had I been wrong? Had I mistaken bravado for confidence, daring for conceit? I hoped not. I had enough nagging me already."Good night," I said in embarrassment as he walked away.Richard handed me back my purse. I thanked him and sat down. I needed to.