Emily and Steve Part 1

"Anyway, let the blonde know that I'd really love to see her tonight," I concluded. With that, I turned and let Mike pass me.

Mike disappeared from the office for the rest of the afternoon, my boss told me that he had asked for the afternoon off to run some personal errands. I was a little depressed, because it made me think that perhaps Mike's beautiful, blonde alter-ego was going to avoid the Blo club tonight. I tried to keep my spirits high after work as I got ready to go out, but I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't going to get my wish.

I arrived at Blo earlier than I usually do, showing up at 9:30 pm. I scanned the mostly empty room, no signs of the blonde. I grabbed a beer and stood at the bar, hoping that she would show up. I stared at the entrance, my hope rising each time I saw a shadow in the entrance way, but depressed each time someone other than the blonde turned the corner and entered the club. I took a swig of beer, and sighed. Just then, I felt a tap on my shoulder. "My friend Mike tells me you are looking for me," a soft voice said.

I turned around, and there she was. She was standing close to me, and the odor of strawberries came from her shoulder length blonde hair. She was wearing a thigh-high, bare shoulder gold and black dress. I looked directly into her blue eyes, and a big smile came across my face. "I didn't see you come in," I said.

"I was in the powder room, fixing my makeup. I'm Emily," she introduced herself.

"I'm Steve," I replied back, and stood frozen not sure what to do next.

"Don't I get a hug?" Emily asked, her eyes sparkling and a sly smile coming across her face. I grabbed her and held her tight, and I know she couldn't help buy notice that my cock was already hard and pressing against her stomach.

I bought Emily a drink, and we chatted for a bit. She was confident and funny, always looking me in the eye, nothing like her alter-ego Mike from work. Emily exuded a passion and sexual energy, and was generous with her physical touches, constantly touching my arm or chest when telling me a story.