This story comes from three sources; a reader contacted me some years ago about an affair he had had, then last year a female reader told me about her fantasy.....then a couple of weeks ago I watched a naughty video that gave me the idea to combine all of the parts; and then some!
My story starts 15 years ago.
I'm Ian; or Mac to friends and colleagues; and was married with two kids and had just turned 45 in the previous October when I got a new job as Sales Manager which I started in the February, in charge of 9 salesmen and about 8 tele-sales, for a manufacturer based in West Yorkshire, about 150 miles from my home. As you would imagine life was pretty good for me.
I guess I had first noticed Kate, the receptionist when I arrived for the original interview. Who wouldn't? She was very pretty with a roundish face, cute button nose, very sexy naturally pouting lips and she was what we used to describe as 'buxom' or 'hourglass', with huge tits which she didn't mind showing off.
Bless her, once I started work there; Kate wasn't just a receptionist, she was one of those people who would help in anyway possible; constantly running messages and doing jobs that weren't really part of her job spec. I didn't actually 'take advantage' but it was soon obvious that if I needed something doing, and I rang Kate and the task was always completed.
Soon after I started I discovered she was getting married in the April to a guy called Jack; who worked on the oil rigs. I wasn't invited the wedding; but the week after the honeymoon I was in the canteen when she was showing some photos to two girls from the factory.
"Here Mac!" An older woman giggled as she slid four photos across the table, "Get a look at Kate's honeymoon photos.......they'll help get you to sleep tonight!"
"Oh," I smiled as I looked at the pictures of my young colleague in the skimpiest of bikinis on a beach in Spain, and on one she was proudly pushing out her tits together for the camera. "Very nice." I winked, as I handed them back.
"I bet that gives him something to think about tonight." The other woman cackled as they packed up their things and went back to the factory. Kate was smiling but blushing like mad.
Later that afternoon I was working in my office when Kate knocked on the door. I waved her in and she handed me some letters that needed signing.
The young newly wed looked as gorgeous as ever; wearing a thin nylon, slightly see-thru blouse with a the top three buttons left undone; which showed off her magnificent cleavage and her linen trousers emphasised her beautiful arse too.
"About earlier....." She mumbled as she bit her bottom lip, "I am really sorry, Margaret wasn't meant to.....you know.....and what she said......I'm really sorry."
"Don't worry sweetheart." I smiled to reassure her, "you looked bloody gorgeous; your husband is a lucky man."
She nervously smiled before saying, "thanks; I just wish.....he's already back on the rig so......never mind," then shrugged her shoulders and walked out of my office. I could be wrong; but I swear that there was an extra wiggle to her walk as she walked along the corridor.
I've had a few dalliances over the years and I got the feeling that the buxom brunette was definitely a 'prick tease' like the guys in the factory said she was. Apparently her nickname at school had been 'Cannonball Kate' because of her exceptionally large and round tits; which a couple of lads claimed to have had hold of before she met her husband to be; but none had managed ever get inside her knickers.
Kate's photos were ingrained on my brain for the rest of the day, and later that night they certainly aided my usual after work wank in my hotel; and again just before I went to sleep.
Our working relationship changed over the next few weeks; becoming a lot more flirtatious; culminating with me seeing her struggle to open a heavy door into the factory.
"Here let me help you if that's too stiff." I then pushed the door open with my shoulder. Kate giggled as she gently pressed her tits against me as she squeezed past, then smiled "Oooh, I don't think being 'too stiff' is ever a problem!"
Then with her cheeky wiggle of her hips she sauntered off, her heels clip clopping on the wooden floors.
By now my hotel wanking was of epic proportions as I often fantasised about Kate while I read numerous old/young stories that I'd saved onto floppy discs to read at my leisure on the company laptop, for just such an occasion.
After five months or so Kate's job changed and she got a slight promotion. She was still the main receptionist but I'd manoeuvred it so she was my regular point of contact at the company and also take notes at the weekly sales meetings and the plan was for her to look after my Key clients accounts on the new computer system and occasionally join me on shop visits.
While still very flirtatious; our relationship was still chaste, and I presumed it would remain that way. I was 40 and not that particularly good looking – I looked a lot less like George Clooney and more like Jack Nicholson, but without his money. Kate, on the other hand was spectacularly sexy, just married and just turned 21.
A week before her birthday I called the office, and as usual she answered. There was nothing out of the ordinary about the conversation until about 5 minutes in, Kate whispered "Shit!"
"Something wrong?" I asked.
"Not really," she giggled, "when I was stretching to get that file my stocking fell down."
"Ooooohhhhh........I didn't know you wore stockings." I laughed. "Proper stockings or hold-ups?" I pondered.
"Hold ups."
Her voice was now a bit giggly, so I continued. "What colour are they?"
"Black, if you must know." Her voice suddenly dropped down to a husky whisper. "There's a lot about me you don't know."
"Is there now?" I teased, "like what?"
"That's for me to know, and you to find out, isn't it?" She throatily chuckled.
"Well, the thought of you in stockings just might keep me awake tonight." I burbled without thinking.
"Oooohhhh....you naughty man!" Kate laughed.
"Oh shit.....I'm sorry....I didn't mean to say that out loud." I frantically apologised.
"Don't worry." Kate huskily whispered again, "I don't mind."
"Really?"
"I know Jack......you know...you know what's.....when he's away. All men do don't they? So I guess you must too." The young housewife giggled again.
"Well," I caught my breath, "that's for me to know and you to find out!"
On that note we got back to business and I ended the call with a growing hard on in my pants.
Bravely a day or so later during a business call, I asked if she was again wearing stockings.
"I might be." She giggled. "And if I am?"
"It might give me something to think about when I'm feeling lonely in my hotel room tonight." I laughed.
"Mmmmmmm well I am; my tan hold ups, again." Her voice was a bit breathless as she whispered the words.
"Excellent; you have great style." I teased; "but do you ever wear suspenders?"
"I might." The busty girl replied, "sometimes.....not often though."
"I bet your husband likes you in stockings; doesn't he?" I was delving as deep as I dared.
"Sort of." Kate stumbled then left a gap; "yes I suppose he does." Then softly giggled.
"Good girl......what knickers are you wearing?" I continued.
"Oh." Kate gasped then said, "Gotta go." And the phone went dead.
Shit; I thought I'd over stepped the mark and spent the rest of the afternoon worrying about how I could backtrack.
About 9 o'clock that night when I was in a hotel in London, the bedroom phone rang as I was sitting in my underpants reading erotic stories on the laptop. In those days hotel internet connections were very expensive and notoriously slow; so I filled floppy discs up with stories at the weekend; to feed my lust while away from home.
Puzzled; as I'd already spoke to my wife earlier, I picked up the receiver, "Hello."
"Mac?" A female voice asked, then there was a pause.
"Yes."
"It's Kate....I....I.....just wanted to....know if you got that....fax I sent." My sexy young colleague mumbled.
Phew. It sounded like I could be off the hook. "Oh hi, sweetie, yes...I did, thanks. All sorted now."
"Good....that's good." She mumbled again.
"Are we OK?" I asked as I made myself comfortable on the bed. "After, what I asked earlier."
"yes....that's why.....that's what I.....oh shit.....Nick Lamb turned up and I didn't know he was there....I'm really sorry." Kate slurred.
