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Mrs Johnstone Browne Pt 01

Mrs Johnstone Browne Pt 01

by dylan1
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The weather was lovely when I came out earlier, warm and sunny. Now after spending an hour overground and twenty minutes underground, the rain was coming down as hard as I had ever seen rain as I exited the underground station at Piccadilly.

Rivers of fast flowing water were running like mini waterfalls down the concrete staircase leading to the street, my brand new suede loafers would be ruined by the time I got to the interview. Mum would kill me, she had taken money from her savings to kit me out.

My mother wanted me to go to Uni, I had the grades but I wanted a job. No to be honest I wanted the money, I had spent my teenage years in a one parent family and had to make do. I had friends that were going on holidays and buying cars, or going clubbing at weekends where as I, I was stuck at home with my mum with no future and no cash. Mum needed a holiday too as we had not had a proper break in years.

She tried her very best for us and often worked two or three jobs. One in the local supermarket on the tills, another cleaning houses with her older sister, my Aunt Alice and sometimes a shift or two in the local pub behind the bar. We needed more income coming into the house and besides that, I wanted to pay my way now I was old enough. I mean, I was 18 in three weeks and wanted to be the man of the house.

We argued about it a lot and I could see working so hard was taking its toll on her, my mind was made up and I had to help out.

My father had died of heart failure when I was ten, I was heartbroken and remember every single minute of that horrible day. It was a hot summers day in the school holidays, just a perfectly normal day and I was out playing football when I saw mum walking over the field towards us. She had her arms wrapped around her body and her shoulders hunched into her neck, her mouth was moving as if she was speaking but no sound escaped her lips.

"Bobby, I think you better go see what she wants." Steve, my buddy said quietly, "She looks upset mate."

The ball had just been passed to me and being a kid I just wanted to play, I hit it sweetly with my right foot in the general direction of the goal and watched it soar into the top right hand corner. It was probably the best goal I had ever scored and turned to run the length of the pitch to celebrate but no-one had seen it. All of my friends had turned to look at my mother who had sunk to her knees on the grass sobbing.

I spent the day at the hospital with my aunt trying her best to console me. It dawned on me in that quiet family room of the hospital of what an asshole I had been today when I saw my mother completely fall apart in her sisters arms. From that day on it was just me and mum, us against the world.

It was aunt Alice that came to my rescue on the job front a week after my birthday. She sat my mum down and had a heart to heart convincing her that taking on more debt with Uni costs at the moment was madness. It was agreed that I would take a gap year and if I found a worthwhile job we would reassess it on my nineteenth birthday.

Aunt Alice owned and ran a very successful cleaning company that had some quite wealthy clients, one of whom was a local businessman Terrence Johnstone-Browne.

He owned a few companies which Alice held the cleaning contracts for, my mum also cleaned his private house. Alice had a quiet word with his wife Penelope about me, she told me that she had really "bigged me up" so not to let her down.

Penelope Johnstone-Browne ran one of their bigger companies, a huge advertising agency that ran campaigns for major global companies and political parties. They employed over 200 people in just her building alone, Aunt Alice had secured me an interview with Mrs. Johnstone-Browne herself. I had met her when mum had no choice but to take me to work with her a few years ago, I was about twelve and our babysitter had called off at the last minute.

"Just be good Bobby, please don't embarrass me in front of them." Mum implored.

I had remembered Mrs. Johnstone-Browne being a very intimidating woman, she was all business suits, heels and attitude.

She took a shine to me that night though, and I spent most of the evening cuddled up with her on her large chesterfield sofa watching movies and eating popcorn. Aunt Alice once told me that she was given a few more contracts on the back of that night. Mum was very happy with the praise I was given by the lady of the house too.

"He is a credit to you Eileen." I heard her say to my mum as we left the grand house, "Such a lovely young boy, please feel free to bring the young lad along again."

Mrs. Johnstone-Browne paid mum double from then on and I grew to love those nights on that sofa. Penelope Johnstone-Browne became my go-to woman throughout my teenage years, I spent many nights comforted in my fantasies under the covers dreaming of her. Now here I was on my way to see the woman again, this time as a man.

I ran through the wet streets trying to avoid the torrential London weather by stopping at every other shop hording that I could find on my route. Looking down at my new shoes as I stood under cover, I was sickened by the state of them. My brand new Hush Puppies were drenched and looked a mess. "Fuck!" I hissed under my breath, my best sports jacket was soaked through too. This was not the impression I wanted to make to her.

PJB Inc.

Even the sign on the building looked imposing in big gold lettering on a shiny black background as I approached the main entry doors. The rotating doors opened up onto a beautiful foyer area with pure white marble floors and peach coloured walls with expensive works of art hanging tastefully here and there, they subtly guided you towards a long white marble desk which behind sat three of the most beautiful girls I had ever seen.

"Can I help you sir?"

The stunning blond perched on a tall stool in the middle asked, her colleges tapped the keyboards either side of her with their perfectly manicured nails without even looking up. She tilted her head slightly and raised a brow waiting for my answer.

"Sorry," I answered, trying to gather my wits. These three gorgeous ladies had put me a little off kilter.

"Erm, yes, Bobby, er...Bob Saunders to see Mrs. Johnstone-Browne." I eventually managed to splutter in a not very convincing way.

I hastily tried to dry off the tops of my shoes on the backs of my trouser legs as I stood waiting for the secretary as she looked down at the screen in front of her.

"Ah yes, here we are." She stood and came around from the back of the desk,

"Let me show you the way."

The rest of her matched the head and shoulders, she was magnificent. Her long tanned legs went on forever and her heels clicked on the marble tiles so loudly, but somehow she managed to glide so daintily as she led me over to the lifts. I could not help but stare at her backside as she sashayed a few feet in front of me, she looked over her shoulder and caught me. I expected to be admonished and went scarlet but she just smiled and said,

"Take the elevator to floor seven, ask for Helen."

With that she swiped a card over a small black box on the selection panel and hit floor seven, she smiled again but this time winked then turned to walk away.

Her ass in that tiny tight skirt looked amazing and was my last memory of her as the doors closed on my perfect view.

*PING* Floor 7, the voice from nowhere said over the lift intercom.

If the foyer was amazing, then this was another level entirely. Trees! Trees growing inside, proper living trees were the first thing you saw as you stepped out of the lifts. A pond, a real life pond, with fish!

The overwhelming smell of a pine forest took your nose and transported you to a Norwegian fjord. I looked around puzzled at the sights before me, this was unlike any office I had ever been in, ok, I had not been in many but this, this was incredible.

"It's all about first impressions." A voice from my side made jump.

Startled, I looked to my right to see yet another stunning woman smiling at me.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump. I just love it when a newbie comes up here for the first time." She said, holding her hand out for me to shake.

It took me a second or two to register her words before I saw her hand still hanging in midair.

"You gonna leave me hanging?" she laughed.

"Sorry, sorry." I flustered and took her hand in mine.

"Helen," she said, "You are?"

"Bobby, B-Bob, Saunders, Bob Saunders." I managed to spurt out, sounding even more stupid than I had downstairs. Her words 'first impressions' whizzing around in my brain.

God, she was gorgeous.

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"Aha," she said, placing a ball point pen between her lips eyeing me up and down.

"JB said that a gorgeous young man called Bobby would be coming in today. She just didn't say HOW gorgeous!"

I felt a scarlet blush starting to overtake my face again.

"Oh how gorgeous." She gushed, and licked the tip of her finger. Touching it to my cheek she said. "TSSS." as if it burned her and laughed, then said "This way blush-boy!"

My god what was it with the women in this place, they were all a stone cold ten!

Helen led the way and again I tried my best, but my eyes were drawn like magnets to another shapely ass in yet another tight black skirt. I was beginning to wonder if I had a shoe fetish too because when those heels started to click on that tiled floor I swear my cock filled and twitched in my pants.

The floor opened up into a more conventual office space and she leant over a desk hitting a button, this caused her skirt to ride up a little and become even tighter which didn't help the twitching inside my pants at all.

"J.B, your gorgeous 10am is here."

"Send him in Helen." Came the quick reply.

She buzzed a button and pointed, "That door, knock and wait."

I did as she said, "Come!"

I tentatively entered the room to see Mrs. Johnstone-Browne behind a large captains style desk, it was beautiful in light oak with red leather inlay. Without looking up from the screen in front of her she pointed with a finger to a chair opposite her and bade me to sit.

"Sit, sit Bobby. Give me a second to finish this up."

She tapped a few keys on her laptop then swivelled on her chair and jumped to her feet to greet me.

"Bobby, Bobby dear boy how are you? My, my, you have gotten big!"

she un-nerved me a little as she looked me up and down, then circled me like a big cat eyeing up its prey as she made her appraisal. As she walked around the chair I felt her fingertips tracing a line from my right shoulder, along the neckline of my shirt and finishing on my left sending a shiver up my spine.

"Yes, oh yes." She said. "You will do nicely."

I jumped and tensed up as she squeezed my shoulder.

She laughed and purred, "This cannot be the same boy that used to sit on my lap on movie night while I stroked his hair, can it?"

That same fingernail ran up the nape of my neck, this time I visibly shivered as she softly twirled it into the base of my hairline.

"Oh yes, yes you will do splendidly." She muttered to herself, then tusked. "But we must do something about the clothing."

She turned, stretched and leaned over the desk hitting her intercom.

"Helen, come in here would you dear."

Oh god, another skirt stretching tightly over a perfectly round behind stared me in the face, fuck me, this place would be torture!

Helen came scurrying in and said "JB?"

'JB, must be Johnstone-Browne' I thought.

"Take young Bobby here shopping, kit him out fully with appropriate office attire. Take the afternoon, make him look........" she pondered her words carefully, "just make him look yummy."

"Yummy?" I repeated, questioningly.

I felt Helen's hand grab mine and usher me out into the main office.

"What-what was that?" I was totally confused. "My interview, I am here for an interview?"

"You got the job!" she said excitedly grabbing my arm. "Come on, to the shops!"

I was in a daze as we spent the next four hours going from designer shop to designer shop buying suits, shoes, shirts and every accessory you can think of. The more I protested about the cost, the more Helen insisted on spending.

"This must've cost thousands!" I said a bit perturbed.

Helen just laughed and said "We have only just started!"

This was all alien to me, growing up I had to make do with hand-me-downs from friends and relatives. Here we were spending thousands on clothes and it felt so wrong, but oh so good at the same time.

"Taxi! Taxi!" Helen shouted holding her arm up to a passing cab. He stopped and we clambered in piling our bags on our laps. "Ralf Lauren, Covent Garden please." She said.

"Seriously? We can't, that's too much."

"Shhhh." She said, holding her finger to my lips. "I'll say when it's too much."

Fifteen minutes later I had two sales ladies fluttering around me with tape measures turning me this way and that, then turning me again while Helen sat drinking glasses complimentary champagne that seemed to be on a never ending supply.

The ladies came back with literally armfuls of clothes, polo shirts, trousers, shorts. Helen insisted that I tried everything on, she was starting to get a bit tipsy and touchy as she insisted on feeling every item I was told to try on.

She even barged her way into the changing area as I was bent over trying to pull up a pair of shorts. Her hands went straight to my ass and she squeezed, I toppled over in surprise and head-butted the wall in front of me in as I fell forward.

"Fuck sake Helen!" I screamed.

"Everything ok in there?" a female voice called out from the other side of the curtain.

"Yes, we are fine." Shouted Helen in a fit of giggles as I floundered like a fish out of water on the floor.

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"You need to get out." I said.

"Why?" she pouted, making a sad face with her bottom lip.

"Because!" I hissed, pointing to the shorts that were wrapped around my ankles.

"You are very sexy when you are angry Bobby."

I tried to get to my feet but I felt her foot on my shoulder press down as I tried to stand. I looked up from the floor to see her skirt had stretched open and risen to mid-thigh showing a glimpse of her panty mound. I froze as I realised her eyes were on me staring up her skirt.

"Naughty boy." She said, "I should punish you for such an indiscretion."

I spluttered how sorry I was and averted my eyes to the floor immediately. She did nothing to remove her foot from my shoulder though, in fact she seemed to push down a little harder. I was afraid to raise my gaze because I knew the sight would be the gusset of her panties. My heart was pounding loudly in my ears, I had never even seen a girl like that in the flesh and this wasn't a girl, this was a mature twenty something year old woman blatantly opening her legs and raising her skirt in front of me.

"You are a sexy boy Bobby." She cooed.

I noticed her standing foot was slightly shaking now, she was using her ankle to keep balance. I braved a glance upwards to see her hand was making small circular movements under her skirt and her eyes started to glaze over.

"Fuck!" I muttered under my breath.

I placed a hand to the floor and tried to push up making to stand.

"Stay there!" she hissed, pushing me back down.

She had the toe of her shoe on my shoulder and a sharp heel digging into my chest as she stood over me, her breathing started to get a little ragged as her hand started to move quicker. The champagne had clearly affected her judgement and she was getting carried away in her lust of the moment.

"Helen, I don't, I mean we shouldn't."

"Shhhhhhhh." She whispered and swigged back the last of the champagne from the flute in a single gulp.

"Mmmmmmmm." She was swaying now and making moaning noises.

"Helen!" I whispered as loud as I could, hoping the salesgirl outside wouldn't hear me.

"I told you, shhhhhhhh!"

Then pushed down harder with her foot which slipped from my shoulder, across my abdomen and into my groin. The pain was immense as her full weight fell forward and my poor balls felt like they had been crushed. Her hands reached out for the wall behind us to stop herself from falling and she dropped the glass, it shattered onto the floor beside me. I was pushed up into the corner of the room with nowhere to retreat. The toe of her shoe lifted from my balls and now ground into my rapidly hardening cock as her fingers slipped under the panties.

A head appeared around the side of the curtain and looked down at me sitting there in my underwear, shorts around my ankles with her foot in my crotch.

"Madam, SIR!" she screeched.

Helen looked at her like she would kill her, "Do you want to make a commission on this sale, or not?" she hissed at the salesgirl.

"Sorry." She said, then quickly withdrew shutting the curtain.

Helen looked down at me, "Take it out."

"Sorry?"

"You heard me, take it out....NOW!"

The way she said the word 'now' with such a menacing tone, it had honestly scared me and I felt I had no choice. I tentatively took her ankle and moved her foot from my groin and slipped my hand into the front of my pants cupping my balls.

"Out." She repeated.

Her eyes were on fire now and the white of her teeth were showing, contrasting with the ruby red lips as she bit onto her lower lip as she stared down at me. She almost looked like she a snarl was forming on her face.

"Out!" She said again, more forcefully.

I lowered the front of my Y-fronts with my hand still cupping my balls, I covered my cock in a feeble attempt to hide myself from her. She kicked at my hand knocking it out of the way with the toe of her shoe.

"Show me." She hissed again, her voice back into that menacing tone.

Her breathing was heavy now, her hand was totally inside of the front of her wispy panties grinding away.

"Yessss." She hissed as my cock sprang into view.

"Wank it."

"What!" I said in panic.

"You heard me, wank it. DO IT!"

Her eyes were wide now, her pupils large and she looked wild and dangerous. Her breathing was deep and she swallowed loudly as she hissed, "Do it, DO IT!"

She shuffled closer into me, her feet inside of my outstretched legs. Her toes tapping at my thighs trying to open my legs wider, her skirt had risen up to her hips and I had an unobstructed view of my first real live pussy, it was a mere eighteen inches from my face. Helen's fingers slipped inside and I could hear her arousal squelching under her touch, the smell too, I could smell the sex of a woman and it made me heady.

I found myself pulling back on my foreskin to expose my glands to the cool air. She sighed loudly as she stared down manically grinning at me in that look that was most definitely a snarl now. She looked scary but my hand never left the heat of my hard cock, it was like an iron bar and I could feel it pulsing in time with my heartbeat.

I could not take my eyes from her pussy as she fingered herself standing above me, slipping two fingers in and out between making circular motions when they were wet enough just above her slit.

I had to stop, a dribble of precum slid down from my slit and I feared I would cum all over the floor if I didn't.

"Don't stop!" she commanded, "I am nearly there!"

Nearly where? I thought to myself, a stupid thought now I look back but it was the first thing that popped into my brain.

I did as I was told and wrapped a hand around myself again, but I dared not move it because I was positive I would shoot off and embarrass myself even more.

Her legs started to tremble and she kicked wildly at my legs again, this time far harder and it hurt. She took a deep breath in and went rigid, her right hand flew at a blur now and she grabbed my hair with her left. She gripped my hair so hard that I am sure she ripped a few out, her nails dug into my scalp bringing tears to my eyes.

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