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On my way to work that morning, I was in a particularly good mood. It was a warm spring morning, and as I drove into the city, the air was filled with the scent of the blooms now forming on the citrus trees. I always did love spring for this reason, little did I know that this particular spring of this particular morning, would be the start of a beautiful thing.
I arrived at work a early this morning, and got myself set up with something cool to drink. I booted up my computer and got ready for another day of fielding calls for the university that I worked for.
My first call of the day was for someone in search of their financial advisor. They were having trouble filling out the FASFA and they needed more assistance than I was able to provide. "Let me put you in contact with your financial advisor", I offered in a cheery voice. "You're assigned to team 12, and your financial advisors name is Paula Johnson. Her extension is 6969, please hold while I place your call."
I put the caller on hold and placed a call to Paula's extension. I'd seen her name in the directory several times, but never spoken to her before today. "Hello Faith Anderson, what can I do for you this morning?" a voice answered.
"Uhhhh, ummm, good morning Paula?" I stammered. It always takes me off guard when people answered the phone knowing exactly who I was. I knew everyone within the system had a Caller ID, and could see our full names and extensions when we called each other. At the sound of her voice, however, I gave birth to a warmth deep inside me.
Her voice was deep and sultry. Not unlike I'd ever heard before, but she didn't sound at all like what I thought a "Paula" would sound like. It instantly registered in my mind that Paula was not only a sistah, but "family" as well. In a city like Phoenix, Arizona, this was a rare find.
When I finally was able to regain a little of my senses, I remember the reason for my call. "I have a call for you from one of your students." I heard the sexiest laugh I have ever heard on the other end of the phone. "Do you?" she asked, "Well, keep it." Her voice was so damn sexy, it messed with my mind. It felt like I had peeled the top of my head back and poured Hershey's Chocolate Syrup all over my brain.
I must've looked like and idiot to my co-workers. Sitting there with a huge grin on my face, giggling like a school girl. "Well, umm, if I could I would, but I can't, I'm sorry." I offered. Again I heard that laugh that instantly created a sticky mess both between my ears and between my legs. "Well in that case, " she sighed, "I guess I'll have to take it."
I gave her the students information and prepared for the transfer. "Thanks Paula, " "Anytime", she replied. Somehow, I couldn't help thinking that her last word was loaded with other implications. I had been know to have a striking phone voice, and if my voice was affecting her half as much as hers was affecting me, we would defiantly meet again, on a different level.
I transferred the call and just sat there with my mouth open. I couldn't have been on the line with her more than a minute and a half, and she had messed up my mind with a simple hello. "Girl, what's wrong with you?" one of my co-workers inquired. "Ummm, Paula Johnson..." I began. "Girl, I know!" Stacey replied, "I thought she was a man! Her voice is awful!"
A few others overheard the conversation, and chimed in with exaggerated impressions of Paula's voice, and laughter. "Paula sounds like she used to be Paul!", Stacey exclaimed. I masked my intrigue and asked what building Paula was in. "I just need to see what face goes with that voice.", I giggled. "She's in building 2", Andrea another of my co-workers offered. She pointed to a nearby map of our campus. "Right across the street."
From that moment on, I began trying to think of an excuse to go over to the other building. My badge would get me in any building on the campus grounds, but I would feel funny going in there for no reason. I prayed silently for a misguided shipment of rubber bands or some other legitimate reason to go over to the other building, but I could not find a single one.
A couple weeks later, I found myself in building 2 for a sexual harassment training session. As I entered the building, my mind drifted back to the other morning and for a moment I entertained the idea of wandering into the financial advisors area, but decided against it. I was one of the first to arrive and I quickly found a seat and set up for a boring morning of company policies and melted iced coffee.
I decided to pass the time by reading and I was so engrossed that by the time I looked up again I noticed that the conference room had filled up, and the class was beginning. The facilitator made his way to the front of the room and began by taking role call. "Faith Anderson", he called. "Here, " I answered. He went on to call a bunch of names that I was unfamiliar with, and I searched in my purse for a piece of candy. "Paula Johnson", He called.
The mention of her name stopped me dead in my tracks. I dropped my purse and the contents tumbled out on to the floor. "Here", I heard her answer from behind me. I scrambled to the floor to retrieve the contents of my purse. I picked it all up and settled back into my seat. My face was already hot from the embarrassment of dropping my purse, and to top it off, this sexy voice that I had been fantasizing about for the last week and a half belonged to someone right there in the room with me.
The training session began and I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see a very attractive woman handing me a runaway jar of carmex. It must've rolled back to her when I dropped my purse. "I think this is yours, " she smiled. I smiled nervously and took it from her and quickly popped it in my purse. It was her! Paula Johnson, and she was everything I thought she was an some.
She was wearing a pair of nicely pressed tan pants, and a polo shirt. She was tall, perhaps about 5'9", and from what I could see without staring her down, she had well defined arms. My eyes drifted up to her face. She smiled at me with the whitest, perfectly straightened teeth I've every seen framed by a pair of perfect lips.
Her skin was smooth and cocoa brown, and she appeared to have dimples. Her hair was short and wavy. I turned my attention back to the front of the class feigning paying attention to the training session, while I tried to get my mind together. I wondered if she remembered my name from our little exchange two weeks ago.
I could hardly concentrate on the topic at hand, when all I wanted to do was know more about the attractive woman seated directly behind me. No matter how I tried to shake it off, I could only sit and daydream about Paula, and how nice it would be to hear her voice in my ear, and how much I like to feel those perfect lips all over my...
"Let's break for lunch, I'll expect you all back in one hour. Please don't be late." said the facilitator. I grabbed my purse and stood to leave when I felt a familiar tap on my shoulder. I turned around slowly and smiled. "Yes?" Paula was standing there with a sexy smile on her lips. "Well, well, well, it's nice to finally put a face with the name of one of my mystery callers." I laughed, but couldn't find words to form a reply. "I'm Paula Johnson, " I think you transferred a call to me the other day and I gave you a hard time."
I nodded as if I'd forgotten all about that day. "Oh yes, I remember you. You're the FA assigned to Teams 1-12, right?" She nodded. "Very nice to meet you Faith," I shook the hand she extended to me, being careful to take in all that I could of Ms. Paula Anderson. She was reeking havoc on my senses with that voice, her smile, and her cologne.
I was in the midst of one of my nasty daydreams when I noticed her lips were moving again. "I'm sorry, what?" I asked embarrassed that I didn't hear her the first time. She smiled and repeated herself. " I said I didn't remember seeing you over here before, and I asked if you were new." I nodded, and she continued. "If you don't have any other plans for lunch, would you like to take a tour of the building and have lunch with me?"
"How about 3 meals a day for the rest of my life with you?" I thought to myself. "Oh that would be great.", I answered. With that, Paula, opened the conference room door and motioned for me to exit first. "Hmmm, chivalrous too? What more could a girl ask for" I thought to myself as I left the room. I followed Paula to the cafe and we ate and talked and I got to know a little bit more about her.
She told me that she was 34, she lived alone and had no children. We found that we had a lot in common as well. From similar tastes in music, to our upbringing in church, we discussed everything under the sun. We finished eating with a half an hour to spare. She went on to give me a tour of the building and the different departments.
"I hope you don't mind if we stop by my office so that I can check my messages, do you? I told her I didn't mind and we made our way through a series of pods, until we came to an actual office in the back. Again she opened the door and let me enter first.
Her office was nice, I suppose, although I'm not sure what offices are supposed to look like. She made her way around a cherry wood desk, and sat down in a chair behind it. "Make yourself at home," she offered, "I'll just be a few minutes." I sat on a couch by the door and watch as Paula listened to her voice mail.
She hung up the phone and sighed. "That good, huh?" I made an attempt at small talk. She smiled again and leaned back in her chair. "Nope, same ole' same ole", " she replied. She got up from her desk and about fell over watching her fabulous form walk across the room and shut the door to her office.
"We have a few minutes, before class starts back up again. Would you like something to drink?" She asked. I told her I wouldn't and to my surprise, she sat down on the sofa next to me. "I know that we are in a sexual harassment class, and from what I've heard so far I could probably loose my job for asking this question, but are you family?" she asked.
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I felt my face get hot. Even though I had been in the life for some time now and I'd had several girlfriends, beyond meeting women online, and in night clubs, I had never met anyone in a professional setting, and discussed my personal life. "Ummm, I think you are right about possibly loosing your job for a question like that, but yes, I am family, and U?" I responded.
Paula laughed, " I knew it!", she exclaimed. I had a feeling the other day when you transferred the call to me, but one never can be too sure." I nodded. I couldn't believe how close to my fantasies I was at this moment. I could barely breath as I held my breath for what was coming next.
"Well, I swear you can slap my face and call me Ms. Sexual Harassment if this question offends you, but if you aren't in a relationship, I'd like to ask you out." At this moment you could've knocked me over with a feather. "I swear you can slap my ass and call me your good little bitch", I thought to myself, but manage to reply, "Sure, I think I'd like that."
We exchanged phone numbers and then set off for the conference room to complete our training. Paula said she would give me a call later on in the week to find out what I'd like to do. Later on in the week turned out to be that night. Shortly after I said "hello", I was greeted by that voice that continued to turn my brain into a chocolaty mess.
We got a chance to talk about our experiences in the life, and the scene in Arizona. She let me know that she had been single for some time because she didn't like to frequent night clubs, and even on the rare occasion that she did, she didn't find quality women to choose from. "Have you ever noticed the enormous Stud population in Arizona", she laughed.
"I've thought that to myself several times, " I replied. "It's 150 degrees in the shade for God Sakes! Too hot for Tims, Jeans, Starter Jackets, and headscarves." Paula laughed too. She and I talked a little more and she asked what my ideal first date would be like.
"To tell you the truth, I've never really thought much about that." I answered honestly. "I don't think I've ever been asked out on a real date before today." I told her that dinner, with nice conversation and good company would be considered an ideal first date for me. She said that details of our first date were to remain a secret, but she promised that we'd have a good time.
We talked a couple more times before our date. I loved talking with her. She was funny and very intelligent. Everything I had imagined that she would be. Her voice continued to make me have nasty thoughts of her and I together. The anticipation of Saturday night with her was more than I could take.
Finally Saturday rolled around, and I was finding it hard to concentrate on anything else except my date with Paula. I was both nervous and excited, and I ran my bathwater in efforts to relax before my big date.
I slid into the steamy water and laid back in the tub. I had Paula on the brain even then, so I grabbed the soap and commenced to washing myself. Starting at my feet I lathered up my right leg and then my left. Somewhere in there I began to imagine that my hands actually belonged to Paula. Once I got started I just couldn't stop. Just the thought of having her near me for an entire evening warmed my insides.
I laid back in the steamy water and let my hands trail over my breasts. I tickled and teased them to firm peaks between my fingertips. I closed my eyes and imagined my finger tips were Paula's baby soft lips.
A moan slipped from my lips as I imagined Paul's warm, wet tongue gliding over my nipples, and her lips delivering feather soft kisses to my breasts. Her tongue trailed along the areola, and on up to the nipple as it hardened beneath it.
Remembering how I felt when I first heard Paula's deep, sexy voice, I let my fingers travel down to my creamy center. I placed a leg on either side of the tub and opened myself to the sensation of warmth and wetness between my thighs.
My imagination went wild as my nasty daydreams came to life. I slid my fingers inside myself caressing my warm, wet inner folds. I pinched and twisted my nipples as I fantasized about what it would be like to have Paula make sweet love to me.
I slid my fingers deeper inside myself imagining that it was Paula's tongue exploring and loving me. With my fingers I spread my pussy open wide to receiver her. I imagined Paula's face working faster and faster, licking and flicking her hard clit as I rocked back and forth meeting each thrust with one of my own.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt myself exploding and crying out Paula's name. I laid there a little while longer imagining Paula's big strong hands caressing me in the afterglow. Suddenly the phone rang, bringing me back to the reality of the moment, and my cold assed bath water.
I reached over to the phone and answered. "Hi there, this is Paula" I couldn't help but smile. After all, I had been conjuring her up in my thoughts for the last 45 minutes. "Hi, Paula, how are you?" I asked hoping she hadn't somehow heard me calling her name moments before.
"I'm doing well, I was just thinking about you and wanted to give you one more chance to back out of our date tonight, " she chided. "Not on your life, " I replied. "I think you're stuck." Paula laughed a hearty laugh, "Ahh, well, I think I'll manage." She confirmed that she would be picking me up at 6:30, and that she was looking forward to tonight. "I'd like to say the same, " I sighed, "but you won't tell me where we're going. Perhaps you could give me a little hint."
I leaned forward to let the water out of the tub, and I swear I heard Paula groan. She cleared her throat, "Are you in the bathtub?" she asked. Opps, I didn't know she could hear the water. A little embarrassed, I answered her honestly, "Yeah, sorry". "I'm sorry, do you want me to let you go, so you can get back to that?" she asked politely.
I almost had to cover the phone to keep from laughing out loud. "Um, no, I was uhh, finished, I mean just getting out when you called." I could've sworn again that I heard Paula strain to continue talking to me knowing I was naked and soaking wet. "Ummm, I promise you won't be sorry you agreed to go out with me." she managed.
We made a little more small talk and we got off the phone to allow ourselves enough time to be ready in time. I stood up and took a shower to wash off the bath residue and they sticky mess between my legs that came about when we talked.
It was a typical spring evening in Arizona. It was relatively warm but I knew the later it go, the cooler it would get. I realized that by not telling me where we were going, I had no idea how I should dress. I scanned my closet and decided on an outfit that was both easy and relaxed and sophisticated at the same time.
It was a blueberry, sleeveless, scooped neck dress with a beaded design for added flair. It also had a shear blueberry duster in case the evening got a little chilly. At 5'5" I was at complete peace with my full figure and the blueberry vision I had created. I topped it off with some strapped sandals with just enough heel to be considered dressy. I loved them because they would give me a chance to show off my new pedicure. Guess what color the sandals are? Yeah you guessed it, Blueberry!
My doorbell rang at exactly 6:30, and not wanting to look too eager, I made my way to the door with a slow and even pace. I opened the door to find Paula's smiling face. She looked very nice, wearing a nice pair of linen slacks, and a button down shirt and a thin tie. I boldly looked her up and down stopping at her shoes. "Kenneth Cole?" I asked without saying hello.
Paula laughed, "Wow, you sure clean up nice." She commented. I smiled brightly, "Yes and I could say the same." I asked her if she'd like to come in for a few minutes, and she said yes. I stepped back and she walked in bearing a dozen cream colored roses. "Ah, thoughtful too? Oh yeah, she is so a keeper!", I thought to myself. "Oh these are beautiful", I answered. "As are you.", she answered.
I offered her a seat as I felt that familiar gooey stickiness both between my ears and between my legs. I went into the kitchen and put the flowers in a vase. I scolded myself, "You just put these panties on, you gotta get a grip on the moisture issue!" I returned to the living room, and played the gracious host offering to get Paula a drink.
We sat and sipped iced tea and made small talk for a while. When the clock struck 7 o'clock, we Paula decided to get going with our date. When we walked outside to her car, the sun was just setting. Paula said she never could get used to an Arizona sunset, and that no matter how many times she saw one it always took her breath away. I wanted to offer to give her mouth to mouth, but I kept that to myself, and let Paula open the car door for me and take me to our destination.
She made and excellent choice in places for dinner. She chose a very popular restaurant called Monty's La Casa Viejo (Monty's Old House). It was a popular steakhouse in the valley, and while I had only been there once before, I remembered that the food was great. We ate dinner and talked quietly, finding that we had more and more in common. We shared the same sarcastically funny sense of humor, and out outlook on several topic were similar.
After dinner, we crossed the street and ventured into the park. It was nice to take a moonlit stroll under the stars. The evening was warmer than I thought it would be, and I took off my duster, and like the gentlewoman Paula was, she carried it for me. She held my hand as we walked over the slope, and made our way to the edge of the Tempe Town Lake.
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