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As the Communications Director for a large national company, I had a lot of leeway in what was transmitted to our business partners, investors and the media when it came to having anything to do with our company. We were rarely in the news, and I liked it that way. Most of the external communications were in the form of quarterly filings and forward looking statement out to investors by our financial team. The executive offices were staffed by a bevy of very young and very smart executive assistants. One young lady had to take care of myself, and two other senior level executives. Her name was Yvonne. Yvonne had a boyfriend, but she never talked much about him, mostly because she was a very private person. I had a crush on Yvonne from the very first time I saw her, when I went in for a job interview. Because she had a boyfriend and I was married, I made sure our contacts remained professional, even though I will admit to sneaking peeks down her blouse whenever I could get away with it. I am sure she knew I was looking, but she never said anything. I knew Yvonne had a wild side, because I spied a discreet tattoo istanbul travesti on her ankle and a “tramp stamp” on her lower back, when she allowed her shirt to ride high while bending over and doing some filing in my office. Yvonne always dressed very professional and I liked that. On more than one occasion, I enjoyed asking Yvonne out for lunch, and always with a customer for business, so as to avoid any implications of anything improper occurring. On more than one occasion, some of my male co-hearts and business customers would later comment that if they worked in my office, no work would get done for all the in-office screwing that would be taking place. Yvonne was about five foot three and was height and weight proportionate. She had mammoth-sized breasts, but wore them well. Her dark brown hair was mid-back long and curled at the ends. I liked the way she kept it styled so she could wear bangs. Yvonne and I had a platonic relationship, but on one occasion, we broke the cardinal rule. I had been out to lunch with a client and had a few drinks, so when I got back to istanbul travesti the office, I was feeling real good and very relaxed. Our executive suite had a private work out area and dry sauna. I never used it, but I knew that Yvonne did. It was close to five and Yvonne told me she was going to go workout and relax in the sauna. I don’t know if it was the four glasses of wine that did it or that I was just curious to see where things might would go, but I decided to check out the executive workout area. Yvonne had changed in the private restrooms outside of my office and I had caught a glimpse of her in her tight fitting workout outfit, heading for the work out area. I didn’t see Yvonne in the work out area, so I decided to head home. I passed the dry sauna and heard soft moans coming from behind the closed door. I stood and listened, just to be sure that what I thought I had heard was actually what I had heard. The green light was on, which meant someone was in the dry sauna. I cracked the door open and there was Yvonne, laying on her side, wrapped in a towel, one hand hidden istanbul travesti in the crease of the towel. “Are you OK?” I inquired. “Oh shit!” Yvonne replied, startled by my intrusion into the small cedar lined room. I apologized and explained that I was just checking to make sure everything was OK. Yvonne smiled, seeing that it was me. “You should join me.” “I don’t have any workout gear or a towel.” “There are extra towels in the holder. Come on.” I grabbed a towel and headed to the men’s changing area. I stripped down to my boxer shorts and wrapped the towel around my lower torso. I stepped into the dry sauna, just as Yvonne was adding water to the hot stones, creating a thick fog in the room. It was not only humid, but extremely hot. I took a seat on the cedar bench, as Yvonne sat on the opposite side of the room about five feet from me. “Is it too hot?” “No,” I responded, “It feels good.” I learned something very quickly that day: never go in a dry sauna after consuming four glasses of wine. Within minutes, my head was spinning and then suddenly without warning, everything went dark. I woke up and Yvonne was leaning over me, her face only inches from mine. I could see straight down the top of her towel. “Are you OK?” I reached out and grabbed her by the back of her neck and pulled her in close. We kissed, just briefly. “You scared me,” she remarked. “I scared myself,” I replied.

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