Marie and Charles

It was a terrible Monday to start the week. The company I work for is in one of its busy periods and I'd just learnt that my usually prompt personal assistant, Anne, hadn't turned up for work. She was involved in an accident at the weekend and was in hospital. I felt for her but I had a problem. Her role was vital to me.

I quickly checked my diary to check for any upcoming meetings or problems. Thankfully there was only one meeting which was in the afternoon. After doing that I rang the hospital to see if I could get any information abut Anne's situation. It turned out that she was seriously injured and had needed surgery. She was expected to make a good recovery but it would take some time, probably at least a month.

That was too long to be without my trusty aide so I rang head office HR department.

"Hi. It's Marie from Northern division. I have a problem up here that you could help out with."

"Sure, What's the problem?"

"My PA has been injured and is not expected to be able to work for at least a month. Can you spare anybody to fill in for her? I don't have anybody suitable up here."

"I'll look into it and get back to you."

"Thanks. As soon as possible please."

"OK."

All I could do now was wait for that so I got on with my day. I'm at the top of the food chain here. My role is to manage the whole operation, overseeing eighty full time staff and sometimes up to twenty temporary workers.

The day was busy, but uneventful. Late in the afternoon I got an email from head office to say that a temporary replacement for Anne would be there Wednesday. I would have preferred Tuesday but didn't have much choice.

At the end of the day I had a meal in town then went to visit Anne in hospital, taking some flowers. I saw that she was in a bad way and worried about losing her job. I assured her that her job would still be waiting for her when she came out and I had a temp to cover for her.

As I left, I said.

"If there is anything you want or need, just call me and I'll sort it for you."

"Thanks." She replied. "I appreciate that."

It didn't take long to drive the six miles to my little heaven. It was two bedroom cottage on the riverbank. I bought it ten years ago with my share of the family house sale after my divorce. Eric, my cheating bastard of a husband decided to desert me at the that age of forty four to live with the young bimbo that was his secretary. I'm not bitter about it at all.

After a glass of wine, I checked my online diary for tomorrow and went to bed.

Tuesday morning came all too soon. I rise early to get to work for eight thirty. I showered and dressed before having a light breakfast and heading off for work. The day was busy as usual but thankfully no major issues to sort out. I finished work at six and headed home.

It was a fine evening so I cooked a meal and sat in the garden to eat. The sounds of the river and the birdsong soothed me. I really loved this place.

I arrived at work on Wednesday at eight thirty to find a tall blonde young man waiting by my door. He was gorgeous and I felt a warmth spread through my lower body. What the hell? I'm a fifty five year old woman. I shouldn't be thinking like that. He was far to young.

Mentally shaking my head, I said.

"Can I help you?"

"I'm Charles." He replied. "I've been sent to be your temporary PA."

Hell, I thought. Just what I need. Somebody still wet behind the ears. I don't need this.

"OK. Charlie. Come in." As I opened my door.

"Please, my name is Charles, just Charles."

Not only wet behind the ears but pretentious with it, I thought. This didn't look good.

"Sit down." I said, pointing to the chair by the desk.

Sitting in my chair, I said.

"I need to know some more about you. HR didn't give me any information. What qualifications and experience do you have?"

"I graduated from university last year with a first class degree in business management. Six months ago I joined this company on their fast track management programme."

This guy certainly has the academic qualifications and the company seem to think he's good. I wonder how he will stand up in the real world.

"That's impressive." I said. "Why did you come up here? Did you volunteer or were you sent?"

"Thanks. It was a bit of both. I was offered this position and I accepted it. As you are reported to be the best manager in the company, I couldn't pass up the chance to work and learn from you."

"It's good to know that my talents are appreciated in head office. I won't be teaching you though. You're 'here as a PA, not a student. If there's anything you're not sure about, just ask."

I had to get him out of my office as soon as I could. I'd managed to get this far without squirming in my seat. Not only was he amazing to look at, his voice was like liquid honey.

What the hell was I thinking? I wasn't thinking. My body just reacted to him. I had a hole that was aching to be filled, and filled by him. It wasn't even fifteen minutes since I first set eyes on him and I was in heat.

I couldn't do anything about it though, even if he was interested in an old lady like me. This company doesn't approve off managers having relationships of any sort with underlings Given that I love my job and the healthy pay packet that goes with it, I wasn't going to succumb to my feelings in case I lost my job.

It was a dilemma. If I sent him back, it would raise questions that I couldn't really answer and it could jeopardise his career through no fault of his own.

"OK Marie." He replied. Where do you want me to start?"

Oh God. The way he said my name felt as though somebody had run their fingers down my spine. I struggled to suppress a shudder. I said.

"Your desk is just outside my door. Please go and familiarise with the systems on the computer and then let me know what meetings I have today."

"I'm on it Marie." He said.

There was that shudder again. I looked at him and saw the look on his face. He knew. The bastard knew what he was doing to me. Was he really interested or was he messing with my mind? Get a grip, Marie, I said to myself. Whatever he's doing, nothing is going to happen. This is going to be awkward.

We got through that first week without any drama. He was good at the job and organised my days well. Apart from fighting my feelings of lust for him, I had a good week.

I had a relaxing weekend at my cottage. On Saturday evening, whilst watching boring TV, my mind drifted to Charles. God. He was so gorgeous. If he was there with me I'd have let him have me any way he wanted. Just thinking that got me so wet that I soaked my panties and took them off. It was a very pleasant half hour that I spent with my fingers in my pussy, wishing it was Charles playing with me.

Charles started flirting with me, but much as I liked it, I didn't respond to it. I had to do my best to keep it professional. That was difficult because I would have taken him to bed in a heartbeat.

Work life was getting more and more difficult. I knew I couldn't have him but my body didn't. I was constantly wet. It was so bad I had to start keeping spare knickers in my bag so I could change during the day.

I visited Anne every evening, hoping and praying for her to recover quickly so my torment at work would end.

One thing I noticed was that when we were with others he called me Marie in a normal voice. It was when there was just the two of us that he used the voice that got me going. He was playing with me and I couldn't figure out how to stop it without creating a major fuss.

On the Wednesday morning he came into my office to discuss the day ahead. He stood next to me as I sat looking at the plan. Putting his hand on my shoulder, he leaned to me and using that voice, said.

"Marie, will you have dinner with me tonight? I don't know anybody else here and I'm bored eating on my own all the time."

"I can't do that, Charles. You know the company's rules on fraternisation. We could both lose our jobs."

His hand slipped down from my shoulder to my breast.

"You know you want to Marie."

I was furious. Furious with him for touching me like that and furious with my body because my nipple immediately stood to attention and I was sure he could feel it. I pushed his hand away roughly.

"It doesn't matter whether I want to or not. It's not going to happen, so get that idea out of your head." I snapped at him. "Get back to work and don't touch me again."

He stopped flirting with me and I missed it. I was gutted and I think it must have shown because he kept away from me as much as he could.

Things were tense between us for about a week. Our professional activities were still good and we worked well together.

One morning we were in the lift together and he pulled me to him and kissed me. Instinctively I kissed him back. It was a full on passionate kiss, our tongues dancing together. I was weak at the knees and a fire was burning in my lower body. It was amazing. I realised what we were doing and pushed him away.

"What the hell was that? You know that's beyond the limits."

"You wanted it and enjoyed it though." He replied cockily.

I had wanted it and I had enjoyed it to the extent that I could have let him take me, but I couldn't admit it to myself, never mind him.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't. That doesn't matter. What matters is that it will never happen again."

He stood as far away from me as he could and had a sulky look on his face. I don't think he took the rejection well.

I got word that Anne had recovered well and wanted to come back to work. I was so thankful because it meant that Charles would soon be out of my hair and there would be no more temptation.

Anne came back to work on a Wednesday which gave her and Charles two days to hand over before he went back to head office.

On the Thursday, Charles caught me on my own.

"As from five thirty tomorrow, I will no longer be working for you. There is nothing to stop us from socialising. I'd love to take you out for dinner to thank you for all that I've learnt from you."

"I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not? We both like each other."

"What make you think that's anything more that a professional relationship."

"I think that kiss in the lift says otherwise. You were interested in me from the moment we met and that kiss proved just how much."

Hell, I couldn't deny any of that but I still had to be cool about it.

"I'll give it some thought. I'm not saying yes just now."

"At least you're not saying no."

That night I ate my evening meal and settled down to watch some TV. I didn't know what I watched as my mind was in turmoil. Things are getting real now. If I went with him, there was little doubt about where it would end up. Fantasies are great but reality could be so much different. The reality was that if I ended up in his bed, he would certainly end up in me. If it didn't go well, then my fantasy would be ruined.

I still couldn't make a decision. In bed my fantasies took over and with my fingers I had a great orgasm. Should I keep it as a fantasy or go and see what happens. That kiss in the lift told me that things should be fine, but something was holding me back. I fell into a troubled sleep, still not sure about what to do.

Friday morning came all too soon and I still hadn't made a decision when I got to work. In a quiet moment Charles asked me.

"Have you decided about dinner yet?"

I didn't answer straight away. My mind still wasn't made up. I saw his face drop when I didn't immediately say yes. It was now or never.

"Yes, I'd like to go to dinner with you."

Oh! That's great." He said with a smile a mile wide on his face.

"What time, and where are we going? I need to know what to wear."

"I was thinking seven thirty at The George, if that's OK with you."

Oh! My. The George is very upmarket.

"That's fine with me."

Nothing more was said about it until we were leaving work.

"See you later." He said.

"You will."

At home I realised that seven thirty is much later than I usually eat so I made some toast to keep me going. I showered and as I was deciding what to wear, I took a long look at myself in the mirror.

I'm not in too bad a shape. My light brown hair has a few grey strands, and crows feet were beginning to show round my eyes, but he knows that. My boobs no longer defied gravity but weren't too bad. My belly wasn't as flat as it used to be and my thighs were a bit thicker.

A sudden thought hit me. I'm pretty sure that sex is going to be on the menu tonight. What if he doesn't like my body. That would be the ultimate humiliation. Whilst I would be OK with it, he didn't seem like the type to just lift my dress, pull down my panties and do it. I was almost certain that I'd end up naked and that worried me.

Deciding what to wear was also an issue. I didn't want to look like a tart in The George, but I didn't want to look like an old spinster either. My normal underwear was OK for work but not something I'd like to show off so I decided on a pale blue bra and panty set with matching suspender belt. Black stocking were the order of the day to go with my little black dress. I love this dress. It's knee length and close fitting. The top has a high neckline and short sleeves.

As the taxi arrived, I wasn't going to drive, I slipped on three inch heels and grabbed my black clutch bag.

Arriving at The George just about on time, I found Charles waiting for me in the lobby.

"Wow." He said as he hugged me. "You look good enough to eat."

I felt myself getting moist at the thought of him eating me.

"Thank you." I replied. "I'm not on the menu yet, if at all."

He looked a bit sad but still chuckled.

"Our table is booked for eight so we have time for a drink before hand."

He steered me towards the bar with his hand on my back. My back heated up at his touch as did another part of my body. Whew.

We chatted over drinks and I found him to be a really interesting guy. He'd done a lot in his few years and he had me laughing at some of his tales of his gap year travels. I was starting to feel very comfortable with him.

The meal was amazing. I can't remember what he ate but I can remember every mouthful of mine. French onion soup with crispy croutons, beef Wellington, Eton mess, followed by coffee and a brandy. It was deliciously decadent and I enjoyed all of it. We finished a bottle of wine between us and I think he made sure I got most of it. I was very happy after that.

We returned to the bar for more drinks, just lemonade for me as I'd had plenty already. After our food settled, he took my hand and we left The George. I'd decided by now that I was just going to go with the flow tonight and follow his lead.

We walked down the street to a pub with loud music almost rattling the windows and went in. The bar area was packed and noisy. He led me through to the back room which had a huge dance floor and a band playing their hearts out.

He took me in his arms and we danced. I had trouble keeping up with him. I was starting to get tired and was just about to ask him if we could sit down, when a slow number started. We swayed together and without me realising, he'd moved me to a darker area.

He kissed me like he had in the lift and my response was the same. My insides turned to mush as our tongues duelled together. His hands were roaming all over my back and bottom and I didn't stop him. My arms were round his neck, helping to keep myself upright as my knees turned to jelly. I was hot and that familiar ache of a place that wanted to be filled returned. It was getting very wet down there.

His hands slid down my thighs and I trembled, wondering where his hands were going to go. Was he really going to go up my dress in here? If he did, would I stop him? The thought of being fingered on a dance floor was highly erotic and I almost orgasmed at the thought. His hands didn't go anywhere near the hem of my dress just rubbed up and down my thighs. He felt the fastenings on my stockings.

"Stockings and suspenders. Mmmm, very sexy." He whispered.

I just smiled and kissed him.

After a couple more dances we left the floor and he went to get more drinks.

"Just a still one for me please."

"OK." he said.

There were no seats so we just stood against the wall watching the other dancers. We finished our drinks and went back on the floor to dance some more. The fast ones were good, but the slow ones were better, with lots of kissing and roaming hands. When he held me really close I could feel his hardness against me.

The band announced the last song and we danced to that and left as they were packing up. When we got outside I noticed the time. It was well after midnight. I hadn't noticed the time going by. I'd had so much fun.

There was a queue of taxis outside so we got in the front one. I wasn't too careful getting in and flashed a bit of stocking top. He grinned when he saw it. He gave the driver the hotel he was staying at and we set off.

My nerves started to kick in again. Was reality going to be as good as my fantasy? Would he have negative thoughts about my body.? He noticed that I wasn't saying much.

"Are you OK, Marie?" He asked.

"I'm fine thanks, just winding down a bit. It's been a wild night and I've enjoyed every minute of it."

"That's good. I've enjoyed it too." He said, taking my hand and kissing it.

It was short trip to the hotel and we staggered out of the taxi and up to his room. He opened the door

and stood to the side for me to enter. I knew that if I went in I would be his to do whatever he wanted with me. I went in.

As soon as the door shut we were in each other's arms, kissing hungrily. My body was on fire with need. I wanted him. I wanted the aching emptiness inside me to be filled by him.

The zip on my dress was pulled down. He kissed my neck and along my collar bone as far as the dress would allow. We stepped apart to allow me to take my arms out of the dress and it hung down from my waist.

His lips spread butterfly kisses on my throat, and my chest down into my cleavage. I moaned with pleasure.

His fingers found the clasp on my pale blue bra and undid it. We parted again to allow it to fall to the floor. His mouth fastened hungrily on a nipple, licking and sucking while his hands caressed and squeezed my bottom. My legs were weak and I nearly collapsed with the waves of intense pleasure coursing through me.

I felt his hands on my dress, pulling it down. I shimmied and it slid down my legs to pool around my ankles. Still kissing, licking and sucking at my nipples, he put his hand between my legs. Surely he would feel the heat and wetness there. His fingers moved across the thin material of my panties and I grew even wetter.

He made to move me towards the bed and I tried to step out of my dress but I got tangled in it and stumbled. He caught me and we laughed. One shoe remained with the dress and I kicked the other off.

As we moved I started to unbutton his shirt. He gently pushed me back on the bed and finished the job. His shirt hit the floor and I looked at his trim body. He dropped his trousers and stood before me in just his briefs.

As he moved towards me I saw the lust in his eyes. He leaned over me and kissed me on the lips again. Hot and passionate, his tongue parted my lips and we explored each other's mouths. One hand was playing with a breast while his mouth moved to the other. He took the nipple into his mouth and sucked on it. My hand was behind his head, holding him as I arched my back towards him. I was moaning loudly now. The pleasure was almost too much to bear.

I was a bit sad when he stopped, but he just kept on kissing me, down over my belly to the waist of my panties. He hooked his hands on each side of them and as he pulled them down, I lifted my bottom to make it easier. He slowly slid them down my legs, the thin material soft against my skin. Once they were off, he threw them across the room.