Hidden Passions: The Two Sides of Desire
"My God, what a bitch," I remember thinking to myself the first time I encountered Miranda at work.
Miranda had earned the dubious reputation at work of being a real "Iron Maiden" in the office where we worked. Referred to as the " Ole Ball Buster" or "Nut Cracker" by some of the guys who worked for her, it wasn't long until Miranda would become the joke of men's locker room talk.
However, Miranda was not the one to let it bother her, or at least on the outside that is. She knew a lot of her subordinates didn't like her but she was okay with that. In her mind she was there to do one thing: turn sales around and increase the department's productivity.
Miranda had been brought it from the outside by the new president of the firm along with me and a few others to help turn around a floundering publishing firm that had just been acquired .
As the new district sales manger, Miranda's job was to turn sales around and mine as VP of Finance and Accounting Information Systems was to get the company on solid financial footing as well as update the arcane dinosaur bookkeeping system the company had been operating with.
I was able to implement new cost cutting procedures that cut expenses over half and had just brought online a new financial accounting system that paid for itself in seven months As a result the company was operating in the black again and the only thing that had to be improved was marketing its products and increasing the productivity of the sales reps.
This proved to be a challenge even to Miranda. In the First business meeting I noticed she was letting in to them like she was preaching as fire and brimstone kind of sermon. This was when I first formulated my opinion of her but as I would get to know her over the course of the following seven months I would come to know a softer side that not too many people saw.
I first saw this softer side when after being there for seven months, one Friday she came by my office around 11:45 a.m. and out of the blue asked if I would like to have lunch with her, her treat she added. I said sure why not and we went in her car, which turned out to be a midnight blue convertible 2001 Mustang.
I guess I should have figured she would drive this sort of car by the way she appeared. Standing approximately 5'7" tall with frizzy dark chestnut brown hair that came down to her shoulder blades, Miranda was a knockout.
Miranda had a slender build but medium sized tits. I estimated she was a 34(possibly A cup) in the breasts and her waist and hips looked slender, maybe a 22 in the waist and 32 in the hips.
Even though Miranda dressed professionally, the outfits she wore were still enticing. On this particular day she had on a cream colored button sweater on top of a matching shell underneath that had a modest but low neck line. She was also wearing a tope colored skirt that came down below her knees.
The outfit was capped off by brown boots that came up to her knees and a pink sapphire necklace that was set in 14 carat gold and tiny diamond specks around it. The necklace had one big stone and then had 3 little stones that draped down from it.
Just from the way the outfit was designed it called attention to her bust line and if a person wasn't careful he would spend too much time looking at her breast which could be seen sticking proudly out from her chest as they appeared so perfectly round.
Being careful, I tried not to stare but Miranda obviously didn't care whether people did or not. To her it was a big turn on and she was proud of her body and didn't mind showing it off.
"So what do you think about the Hearthside Room," Miranda said racing off in the car.
"Sounds good to me" I replied. "But isn't that a little pricy," I added.
"Don't worry about it sugar, its no trouble," Miranda said with a smile.
As we drove to the restaurant, Miranda was the chatter box, cutting up cracking jokes and telling me all about herself. I would come to find out over the course of lunch that the exterior she put up at the office was far different than the real Miranda. The real Miranda was sensitive, somewhat shy at first but when you got to know her she was fun loving, loved to party, and anything but a bitch.
We arrived at the restaurant around 12:15 and they seated us by a fireplace in a secluded area in an L-shaped booth. Miranda sat on one side and I sat beside her but at a 45 degree angle .
All during lunch we talked and I told her about myself. She listened intently and I could tell just by the way she smiled that there was some spark there between us and if I was willing to purse it further I was willing to bet we could connect.
"So Dave, tell me something," Miranda said with a soft sigh in almost a perplexed tone as she scooted over in the seat so she was next to me. "How do I get those knuckleheads in sales to get off their fat asses and generate new accounts?"
"Ah," I replied, "therein lies the rub You see, most of those people are college interns who think it's not the real world. I have been watching you and you are very much real world oriented. I think it well help if you get them to think that way as well."
"How do I do that," Miranda replied.
"Well treat their intern jobs like a real world job."
"Don't I need executive approval" Miranda replied.
"Ask Mr. Peters and tell him your situation, and I will back you up," I said assuringly.
"Thanks Dave, you're a sweetheart," Miranda said putting her hand on mine and giving me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
It was like we had passed the first level of our relationship and were now connecting on a more intimate level
"So tell me truthfully Dave," Miranda said softly. "What was your first opinion about me?"
Ah, one of the age old trick questions you can't win at. Do you tell the truth and risk alienating a new possible friend(and possibly more) or do you lie like a dog and get caught in a lie then lose her respect. As tactfully as I could, I told her that I had formed an ill formed opinion based on what others said.
"Good answer," Miranda replied and surprisingly enough kissed me on the lips softly. "I know that people think I am an asshole and I believe the nickname some have given me is ball breaker."
"I also have come to know a little something about you over the last seven months sweetie," Miranda added. "I know that you are firm but fair and that you respect those who work for you. Also, you honestly don't want to hurt anyone's feelings and I thank you for being the gentleman and sparing mine."
"Well," I replied, "I must confess that since I have watched you and come to know you, that you are not what everyone has made you out to be. By contrast, you are a very charming, very lovely, and if I may be so bold as to say, very attractive woman and someone with who I can hope to work much closer with and get to know better."
"I would like that too very much so," Miranda replied softly smiling and running her hand over mine. "Why don't we get to know each other better by having drinks and dinner tonight."
"Sounds good," I replied, "but I insist that you let me pay this time," I added.
"Deal," Miranda said with a sweet smile and with that we both kissed and rose from the table hand in hand and walked back to her car.
By now it was now about 2:30. I opened her door to the car and as she was getting ready to get into the car she suddenly paused turned towards me, threw her arms around me, pulled me to her, and laid a long deep wet kiss on me.
Miranda had her hot tight little body pressed into mine and as she kissed me, she rubbed it up against mine and slid her leg across mine. She also grinded her crotch against mine and I am quite sure she felt my raging hard on that was now pulsating through my pants.
"What was that for," I said with a smile as we broke the kiss. "It's not that I am complaining, because I am not," I added. "It's just that kiss caught me off guard."
"Well sweetie," Miranda said smiling. "I just wanted to express in some small way how thankful I am that you have treated me with respect. It really meant a lot to me."
"Wow, if that is the way she shows mild gratitude, I can't wait to see how she is when she is really thankful," is what was going through my mind at the time.
Miranda must have been able to read my mind or something because after the kiss she added with a sexy voice "and if you think that is hot, just wait until later this evening when I can thank you thoroughly, big boy" and with that she gave me a naughty wink and got into the car.
On the way back to the office, Miranda had one hand on the wheel and one hand in mine as we drove. It was pretty apparent that we had both connected on an intimate level and that something hot and carnal would develop from this relationship and I was for it as I know she was.
When we arrived at the office, we kissed again in the parking garage. This time Miranda would slip her hand between us and I felt her begin to rub my massive pulsating cock through my pants and just as she was going to put her hand inside my pants, we heard a car come around the corner and broke the kiss and tried to act normal.
It was a good thing we did because not only was it security making their regular one hour rounds and not only that but Mr. Peters, the company President was just coming out of the garage elevator on his way to his car.
"Ah, Mr. Perkins, Miranda, you are back from lunch so soon," he said in a jovial mood.
I looked at my watch and it said 3:15 and looked at Miranda and she was as puzzled as I was about him being so nonchalant about us extending our lunch by almost two and one half hours without telling any one.
"What are you two still hanging around here for," Mr. Peters added. "It's the weekend and you have worked hard. Take the rest of the day off and go have some fun. As a matter of fact, I am giving you Monday and Tuesday off as well After all, if you don't take sometime for yourselves you will end up old and grey like me," and with that he got in his car and drove off.
Miranda and I both giggled and with that, we both went upstairs to get what we needed from the office and got back into her car and drove to her place to start what would be a wild and lustful weekend.
On the way to her place, Miranda suggested that we stop off at my place and pick up some clothes so we drove to my condo and I packed a suitcase and got some clothes to last until Wednesday, including suit to wear to the office and something to go partying in tonight and tomorrow night if we felt like painting the town red.
After we left my condo we drove the 45 minutes to Miranda's private lake house just 15 minutes outside of town. It was a nice split level cabin with a deck that over looked one of the areas nicer natural lakes.
