[This is based on true events that happened a couple of year's ago. Of course the names have been changed to protect the not so innocent but Rachel is a very real person and the story follows our adventures during 1999 and 2000. Yes, there is some fantasy involved here, but I'll let you work it out, it'll add to the fun!]
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(In which I hire a new assistant and find out she is not as prim as I had thought)
I hired Rachel as my P.A. almost six months ago.
I worked as a director of a leasing company and found myself in the classic chicken and egg situation - the workload was increasing fast, I was desperate for help but I just didn't have time to interview for an assistant. It was just luck that one of the girls who worked in our customer service department happened to ask me if I could find a position for her friend who was out of work. I told her to tell her friend to come in as soon as possible and, when she did, I hired her there and then.
Rachel was 25, around five-six, shoulder length dark hair, smart, presentable and, although no beauty, she had very sexy blue eyes, a lovely smile and from what I could tell, what appeared to be a pretty good body under the suit.
She started working for me in November 1999 and, at first, I didn't take much notice of her in a sexual way. She seemed happily married, almost prudish, always talking about her husband and working long hours at night and at weekends which certainly reduced my workload.
After she worked for me for a little over two months I was shocked to hear from one of the girls in the office that Rachel was not the prude I thought she was. She had already slept with at least two of the salesmen and apparently became something of a wild thing after a few drinks.
One Thursday evening in early March some of the staff was going to the local bar for a drink and I said I would pop in join them for half an hour. As soon as I arrived one of the girls from accounts, Danielle, came and sat next to me and asked if I would take Rachel home as she was a bit the worse for wear. As it was on my way home and I'm a conscientious employer I agreed.
On the way home she started telling me how horny she felt and how she was attracted to me. Of course, I pointed out that she was drunk, I was married and it was the drink talking.
Rachel explained that all were true and that she couldn't wait to get her home and get her hands on her husbands cock. I couldn't believe what she was telling me. She then explained exactly was she was going to do to him and, by the way, what really turned her on is being watched whilst she's having sex.
Her lick-by-lick, explicit account of what she was going to do to her husband was turning me on and, as we drove, she stroked my thigh and gazed at the bulge in my trousers. I looked across at her and she just sat there with a stupid grin on her face. She was a real tease and she kept this, (and me) up until we arrived outside her home by which time she had convinced me that if I stood outside the lounge window she would show me exactly what she'd been describing and how much she'd love to watch me watching her getting fucked without her husband knowing.
I had admitted to being a bit of a voyeur and, for some reason, although completely out of character, I accepted the dare.
Rachel got out of the car, told me drive out of the driveway, park in the street and walk back to the house. She said to hurry as she was 'gagging for it'!
I parked up, quietly walked to the back of the house, walked away again and then back trying to decide if this was as ridiculous a thing as I had ever done in my life. I decided it was but my curiosity got the better of me and I sidled up to the window and peeked carefully through the full-length glass patio door.
Rachel's husband, an ordinary looking guy with blond hair was sat on the far end of the sofa, which was perpendicular to the door with the nearest end only about four feet away from me. I saw Rachel enter the room, lean over the back of the couch and kiss her husband. He seemed to be watching the TV at the right hand side of the room as I faced it, and he didn't seem that interested in Rachel so she kissed him again, this time for longer and ran her hands down his chest and under his T-shirt, pulling it up revealing a wiry hairless chest.
She pinched his nipples and having had his attention redirected, he now reached up behind him and ran his fingers through her hair as they kissed.
Rachel broke off the kiss, walked around the couch and towards the door. She saw me standing there, hidden to one side and the sexy smile became a broad grin. She mouthed me a kiss and partly closed the curtains, leaving a foot or so gap, in the centre of which was a large plant so she had figured I would have a good view inside without being seen.
As it turned out, if I was her husband, I certainly wouldn't want to look out the window.
She walked back to the sofa and knelt astride her husband whose name, I later found out, was Don and resumed their passionate embrace. As they kissed his hands caressed her breasts through her top and I noticed her nipples swell against the thin material.
She broke away and pulled his shirt over his head. I watched as her tongue then probed his mouth and I saw his hands lifting her top upwards over her head to expose a well filled, white lacy, cut away bra. He pushed her back and lowered his head to kiss the tops of her milky breasts.