Professional Encounter

Let me tell you about a very special morning last week. It was an important day. I had let things slide a bit in my personal accounts but had decided to turnover a new leaf. The accountancy firm I had engaged to help me with my tax return were sending a guy over to my place this morning to do the work. It was unusual for him to work on a Saturday but that was the only day I was free. As ever I was running late and had only just returned from the gym when the doorbell rang. I hurried upstairs from the kitchen where I had gathered all my invoices and opened the door.

He was in his 50s and introduced himself as Graham. He was dressed very smartly and carried his laptop bag over his shoulder. I let him in and he followed me to the kitchen. It had been a while since there had been a man in my house and it felt a little strange. He accepted my offer of a cup of tea and while I made it he prepared himself for the work. As he sat down at the table with his back to me I noticed that my washing was still out in the basket and clearly visible was my pretty turquoise bra and pantie set. Before I could go and move the basket from his eyeline I was mortified to see that he too had already glanced at it.

I decided simply to leave the basket as it was, rather than draw any more attention to it. I brought him his tea, explained a little of what paperwork I had prepared and disappeared upstairs for a shower since I was still in my gym clothes from earlier. I ran the shower, undressed and was just about to step in when I remembered that the new shampoo I'd bought was still downstairs. I wrapped a towel around me and went back into the kitchen.

The first thing I noticed was that my underwear had been moved, not very much but clearly disturbed. I suppose I should have moved the basket then. I didn't. I didn't exactly think it was appropriate he should touch my personal things but nor was I so aghast as to signal any discomfort. The reality was that I liked the effect I thought it might be having on him. I asked him to excuse me while I delved into the shopping bag near his chair. He lifted his head toward me and tried his best to look me only in the eye. I delved into the bag and rummaged around for the shampoo. To this day I am not sure how it happened but my towel snagged on something and very quickly unwrapped from around my body and fell to the floor.

There was a short pause, the ticking clock, the breathing, the silence. I carried rooting, bent over next to him. I stood back up and met his gaze. He was handsome, in a damaged kind of way. His eyes dropped down slowly. He paused at my pussy. Neither of us spoke.

He looked back into my eyes and swung round to face his body to mine. I had felt vulnerable at first but this was quickly turning into more carnal urges. I made no move. I didn't know what to do next. And then he simply held his right hand out in front of me and offered it to me to take.

My breathing quickened. This was the moment; that very moment when the tracks diverge. I placed my left hand into his and as he gently held it and pulled me towards him, I could feel my pussy beginning to throb. I stepped up close to him. He pulled me to him further and guided my legs to sit astride him, facing him. This was a first. I rested my weight on his thighs. They only do this in movies, I thought. A naked woman sitting on a fully clothed stranger, presenting her pussy to him.

He placed his hands firmly on my hips. He gripped me quite tightly, more than I expected. I felt I was being locked into him. His hands moved round to my bum and pulled my body tight to his, my pussy pressing up against him. He kissed me. He was trying to be slow but he couldn't manage it for long. He was breathing deeply and began to kiss me harder. I really loved the effect I was having on this guy, this quiet accountant. He likely had never had this to happen to him before and was obviously very horny. I wondered when he had last had sex. I decided to take full advantage. I was paying by the hour for his time, after all...