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I had just received my first big promotion. Sales Manager of a satellite unit far away from the big city in which the company was located. I met with the HR person on-site and we discussed who was transferring and from which cities they were transferring. She asked me about administrative help. I told her I didn't have anyone in mind.
"We can give you Helen," she offered. "But I have to tell you, she's a bit of a strong personality and she doesn't really get along that well with the other admins in the office. In fact, we were thinking about letting her go. She's really smart, but she's also really tough to get along with."
I hated to see anyone lose their job, so I agreed to interview Helen the next day. I found her totally engaging, very smart, and a little sarcasticβall things I liked in a woman. She was a couple of years older than me, probably early 30's, and she was a BBW: Shoulder length light brown hair, green eyes, a slightly olive complexion and about 5'6". She had nice breasts, which I figured were about a C-cup, and narrow waist that flared out to wide hips and a wide, round, bottom. I didn't think she was particularly pretty, but there was definitely something about her that I found attractive. As a BBW lover, her body was definitely a turn-on. After talking for over an hour, I asked Helen if she was interested in joining my team and she agreed.
Over the coming months, I started to build my team and since everyone was a transferee, I was trying to create a sense of esprit de corps, a sense of family since we were all so far from home. I was married, but alone as my wife hadn't moved out yet.
Helen was very outgoing, and a good organizer. She ordered the stationery; got the supplies together, made sure everyone had a phone and furniture and had email. She never missed one of our after work gatherings.
After a few months my wife arrived in town, and attended one of our after work gatherings. When the evening was over, she said "Helen wants you, you know."
"What?"
"I saw the way she looks at you and how she laughed at your jokes..."
"Nonsense."
"Ok, but I'm telling you."
I didn't think much of what my wife said, but I did notice that Helen was in my office a lot and she liked to stay late on the days I stayed late. I thought it was because she lived alone and had no family in town.
One day she came into my office wearing a tight-fitting blouse and a skirt that hit just below her knees. She sat down in front of my desk and while we were talking she crossed and uncrossed her legs several times. Each time the skirt rode up and showed some of her well-proportioned thighs. I'm a leg man, so this definitely got my attention. I said nothing and tried not to stare. Several days later, she wore a similar outfit. This one included a knit sweater. It was one of those that looked crocheted, with open spaces, which made it possible to look through. She wore a nude bra, so that at first glance it looked like she was braless under a very revealing knit top. Again she found a reason to visit my office and as she crossed and uncrossed her legs, her skirt rode up until I could begin to see the very top of her pantyhose, where the reinforced material creates a thicker band. This got me instantly aroused, but I tried to keep cool and keep the conversation to business, although I knew she knew I was mentally licking and nibbling my way toward her womanhood and that I was longing to lick and suck on her pussy.
It all changed at the Christmas Party.
The Christmas parties at this division were legendary: Lots to eat and drink, and all during the workday! The company closed at 11AM and we all went down to a local inn for lunch and libations. The drinks flowed and everyone began relaxing and having a really good time as the afternoon wore on.
I had taken Helen and a couple other staff to the party in my car, so that we would have fewer cars at the inn. By 3PM, we were all feeling pretty good and the party began to break up. Some went to other places to continue the festivities; I decided I might get a few things done at the office and call it a day. I drove Helen and another woman back to the office.
Pulling up in front, Helen asked, "You going in?"
"I have a few loose ends to clean up, but you go on and do whatever you want," I replied.