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Copyright 2015 Red Tempest
It was Wednesday, December 23, and the boss just dumped a pile of paper work on my desk to get done before our year-end in eight days. I was hoping to take a few days off over the Christmas week, but I guess not now.
Hi, my name is Walker Thomas, and I am one of the senior auditors for Apple and Associates, CPA.
I started to sort through the mountain of paper work, and I found some of it was insurance stuff. I just hate insurance paperwork and I just knew that moron of an agent would be gone. Agents in general have the easiest job. My agent seemed to take more time off than I do, or any other professional that I knew. He then cried about how hard he had to work, but he smiled all the way to the fucking bank with my company's premium payment. The only thing my agent had going for him was his secretary.
She was a doll. Ron my agent, told me she will turn 50 next year. She has an hour glass figure, blonde hair, soft brown eyes. When she got up to walk, all the male eyes were on her, as her walk was mesmerizing. Her assets were perfect, nice firm round breast, slim waist, perfect ass and legs to die for. She has one hot body.
I picked up the phone and called my agent's office. I knew that she would answer. She always does.
"Hi, is Ron in?" I asked her knowing just what her response would be.
"No, he took the rest of the week off and will be in Monday morning," she said.
That figures that pinhead never seemed to be at work.
"I have some papers to drop off. How long will you be there?" I asked.
"I was planning to leave around 4:00 pm," she said.
I looked at my watch and it is 3:00 pm now.
"I will be leaving here shortly and should be at your office around 3:30 or so," I informed her.
We said our good byes and we hung up. I took the insurance papers I needed, made a couple of calls. I then called my wife telling her that I would be running late. I locked the office up and got into my truck.
What a miserable day outside. It was half rain, half snow, and all slop. It was very slow going. It took longer than I thought, but I got to my agent=s office around 3:45 pm. I walked up to the office door, and tried the door. Shit, it was already locked. I knocked on the door about fifty times, but nobody answer. I took my cell phone out and tried calling. I just got that stupid fucking answering machine, telling me that the office was closed, and what the business hours were. I just hate those fucking machines.
As I walked back to my truck, I noticed that her car was still in her parking space by the side door. I walked over and checked her car out. Nothing suspicious about her car. I walked to the side door, and tried the door knob. It was locked, but as I pulled on the doorknob, and the door opened. Whoever left last didn't make sure that the door was securely closed. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me tightly.
I stood there for a few seconds, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, when I got to the end I heard a sounded like someone was sobbing or crying softly. I stepped quietly into the room and saw Stacie sitting at a banquet table with a couple of candles lite, some music playing and all the lights back here were off.
"Stacie are you ok," I asked.
She jumped up nervously asking, "Who's there?"
"Hey calm down, it's me Walker, don't you remember that I called you, telling you that I am on my way over to drop off some papers for Ron," I said.
"Oh, yes, sorry I forgot," she replied.
I took the papers and threw them on Ron's desk. I went back and sat down next to Stacie.
She was sipping on a glass of wine. I could see that she was upset.
"Hey what's the matter?"
She just shook her head. So I sat there quietly for a few minutes. She started to softly cry and told me her story.
It seemed that she and her husband weren't getting along very well and she hasn't heard from her son in more than six months. She and her daughter-in-law never did see eye to eye, and that had caused some problems. She missed her grandchildren dearly.
"This won't be a very happy Christmas for me," she cried softly.
"I know just what you need," I told her, after listening to what she had to say.
"What," she asked, as she dried the tears in her eyes.
"Just stand up."
WOW! She had on a black dress that was just a few inches above her knees. The dress fit her just like a glove, showing off a lot of cleavage. Shear nylon stockings and black high heel shoes. All and all she looked very sexy in that outfit.
"What you need is a good hug."
I stepped forward and gave her the best hug that I could give. She had her arms wrapped around me, squeezing me back. I could feel her breast against my chest. My cock was starting to get hard. I was holding the woman of my dreams in my arms, and my mind goes completely blank. So like a dummy I let go of her, and sit back down in the chair. I could have kicked myself in the ass, for not taking advantage of this opportunity that I had with her. But lack of experience in doing this with another woman, other than my wife really showed.