When you first glanced at her face, Shari looked like she was fresh out of middle school instead of a twenty-year-old woman. Standing a petite five-feet, she had a pretty Chinese face that was framed with straight jet-black hair that fell to the middle of her back. When she giggled, her almond-shaped eyes twinkled, her cute nose wrinkled, and her sweet diminutive mouth beamed with an infectious smile. Shari was a breath of Spring air -- pure, sweet, and refreshing.
Shari was someone whom you would want to be with especially when your eyes traveled from her face, and you discovered that she had one hell of a body. Her bodacious 30C breasts projected robustly from her diminutive frame, and were devastating when combined with her flat soft stomach, curved firm buns, and nice slender legs. When wearing the tight-fitting tops, short skirts, and high-heels favored by today's younger women, Shari was a virtual male-magnet.
Most women would have found masculine attention desirable, but for Shari, it presented certain difficulties due to her upbringing. She was an orphan whose closest relatives had her raised in a strict Catholic all-girls' boarding school rather than deal with her. Apart from the visiting fathers of her classmates, the only male in her life was the old (very old) parish priest. His liver-spotted wrinkled skin, tired watery eyes, thinning gray hair, and bad breath were all she recalled of his sermons and subsequent confessions.
While the priest left Shari with unfavorable impression, it was the nuns that really warped her concept of males. Their often exaggerated and negative views of men greatly influenced an impressionable Shari about the masculine gender and what its members wanted.
"When my classmates and I began displaying the telltale signs of puberty -- especially me because of you know what -- the nuns went into high-alert mode. The sisters' warnings went from cautionary advice to tales of dire woe. Any gossip or speculation about 'boys' and whispers of 'doing it' that arose in casual girlish conversations, were met with severe punishment if overheard by a nun, or used as a topic of classroom ridicule or forewarning.
"The nuns lectured us continuously that there were only two things that we needed to learn and remember as virtuous Catholic girls. The first lesson was that men were beasts at heart with only one thing on their minds -- sex -- and more sex with wanton women of loose morals and harlots. The second lecture was that premarital fornication was a sin for which we would most certainly burn in hell. No matter what the promises made, 'good' Catholic girls maintained their virginity until it was surrendered to their lawfully wedded husbands on their wedding night."
With such a distorted view of men, it was little wonder that Shari entered adulthood with a great deal of trepidation. She couldn't understand why in heaven's name members of the opposite sex swarmed to her like bees to honey -- not realizing that they were male bees -- each with a stinger that each wanted to stick into her nubile body. Everyone from the business vendors, salesmen, warehouse boys, and to the drivers buzzed around Shari's desk, intrigued by her sweet innocence and equally by her obvious abundance of physical delights. As the guys vied like bulls for a prized young heifer. the level of male testosterone in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
At first such attention was surprising and then flattering to Shari. She even accepted a few casual invitations from the younger and handsomer guys. However, Shari was alarmed when her disarmingly charming dates soon became hot and heavy, expecting premarital liberties. When she refused their advances, the spurned guys began excusing their inability to score by calling her a "cock-teaser" which confused and hurt her. It was at this point that I entered Shari's life.
My name is Henry, and I am Shari's boss at a small distribution company. I hired her when my old-time clerk, Meg, decided to retire and recommended Shari as her replacement. Meg was a member of the church parish that was affiliated with the boarding school that Shari had attended. She had met Shari as a student, and was pleased that Shari continued to work in the school's thrift shop after her graduation. A few inquiries indicated that Sheri was highly recommended by the school's sisters as a virtuous but capable young lady.
While I found Shari to be pleasant and cute at first, I had some serious doubts if she could do the job because she looked so damn young. But, after a week on her first job, Shari demonstrated a business sense way beyond her years. She easily fit into the day-to-day operations and seemed to have a future with the company.
However, while Shari demonstrated a professional acumen, her on-going male-female interactions perplexed and thoroughly distressed her. Depressed by the expectations and rumors about her, she didn't know how to cope with the many guys who hovered around her. As a result, her work suffered, and my company's operations were adversely impacted. That's when I decided to step in and take Shari under my wing -- and as time would later have it, under my loving care.
As the boss, I greatly reduced Shari's admirers and suitors by moving her work desk next to mine. After subjecting her male visitors to my watchful eye and some gruff "What are you doing here?" questions, Shari's suitors quickly dissipated. With her immediate masculine distraction gone, I began explaining to Shari the facts of life that seemed to have eluded her. As we talked, I was shocked to find just how naïve Shari was and that she was totally unaware of her effect on men.
"Shari, you're an attractive young woman. Besides your pleasant personality, you have certain physical 'attributes' that turn on men. That's why all those guys were buzzing around you."
"I do? You think I'm attractive? I never thought of myself as...I mean, I didn't mean to..." a shocked Shari blurted as she blushed a vivid crimson. "I'm just being me, and trying to be friendly with everyone. Honestly, it's not like I'm deliberately trying to attract anyone, especially the attention of men."
"To be honest with you, Shari, your clothing while extremely feminine and youthful, really emphasize your ample bosom, tight buns, and nice legs way too much. Shari, have you ever wondered why there is a cluster of men at the bottom of the office stairs each morning? You haven't? Well, Shari, this may come as a surprise but they're all waiting for you to ascend the stairs so that they can look up your short skirts."
"What? Ewww...that's gross!" a truly shocked Shari exclaimed. "You mean that they can see...have seen...my panties? Oh sweet Mary, I'm not a 'strumpet' -- one of those loose and shameless women whom the nuns say parade themselves before men. Oh, Henry, I never knew... what can I do?"
"Well, fortunately you can change that erroneous perception about you. Here's what you need to do..." Heeding my advice immediately, Shari began wearing loose blouses that displayed as little skin and chest as possible. Much to the dismay of the men who used to linger at the bottom of the stairs, slacks replaced her short skirts, and the loitering men quickly vanished.
When Shari felt more comfortable about not attracting unwanted male attention, she and I settled in to a comfortable work pattern and developing partnership. As we worked side by side, we got to know each other with our discussions often about life outside of the confines of her Catholic boarding school and her uneasiness with the world in general.
"Henry, please don't laugh," Shari pleaded as she explain her upbringing, "but, I feel uncomfortable when you mention my 'physical attributes.' I guess I don't really feel comfortable when men react to my body because I really don't feel comfortable with my own body.
"You don't know what it's like to have small nipple mounds one day and then have your breasts balloon seemingly overnight. Or, have your once-baby smooth...errr, 'down-there'... suddenly start sprouting dark silky hair. And when I had my first monthly period, I was so shocked at the cramping and bleeding that I thought I was dying. When I asked, the nuns who referred to my menses as the "curse" -- a reference to Eve who gave into temptation and was cast from the Garden of Eden. They warned me that the same could happen to me if I gave in to any urges of my maturing body."
"Shari, the nuns gave you a 'distorted' view of the way things are," I casually mentioned, contradicting her earlier teachings. "As I said before, you have a natural beauty that you should not be ashamed of. You have a young sensuous body that many women would be envious of. You just have to learn to accept your attractiveness and that any man around you cannot help but think of you in a sexual way. It's a perfectly natural thing, Shari."
Then before I could continue, Shari anxiously asked, "Henry, do you find me sexually attractive?"
Now don't get me wrong, I was not immune to the "Shari effect." I am a forty-five-year-old, a double-divorcee who has been around the block more times than I'd like to remember. Although Shari's physical charms didn't influence my decision to hire her, the more we worked together, the more attractive she became. Fortunately, I had a guiding principle when it came to office romances.
"Shari," I shared in responding to her question, "I find you extremely attractive. However, I have a motto when it comes to workplace affairs: 'Dip your pen as often as you like, but not in the company inkwell.'"
It took a while for Shari to figure out my "pen and inkwell" analogy -- that my cock was the "pen" and her pussy as my female employee being the forbidden company "inkwell." But when she did, it dawned on her that she was "safe" with me, and her goal of remaining a virgin until married was not at risk as our relationship evolved.
From that point on Shari seemed to really relax around me, and I became that long-absent masculine influence in her life. With each passing day, Shari trusted me more and more, asking about people and the world in gender. She blossomed before my very eyes and despite our gender and vast age differences, became comfortably close to me, as I was with her.
A three-day-weekend, however, would forever change our relationship. You see, besides work and Shari, my passion was sailing. I was planning to sail over the holiday to this special little island and anchor in a secluded cove to fish and relax. I was surprised when Shari asked, "Henry, can I come along too? I've never been on a boat, and it'll be an adventure. Please?"
