New Management Ch 02

Chapter 2 Monday PM

After a curious Monday morning Helen was ready to go at 12.30 when Greg called her from her desk. He held the door for her and she was conscious of his admiring her legs as she clicked out on to the pavement on her sky high stiletto heeled shoes. They walked side by side for a while down some busy streets and then took to some back ways towards warehousing down by the canal. The road and pavement were uneven with age and Helen had to concentrate hard to stay upright on her high heeled court shoes. They were made for smooth surfaces, not broken flag stones and cobbles.

Nevertheless she impressed her new boss with her command of 5 inch heels and she felt good in them, knowing he was admiring her sexy walk and her tight looking arse. They started to cross the road, and Helen stepped into what she thought was a shallow puddle which turned out to be much deeper than expected. The front of her left shoe was inundated and she wobbled perilously on her right heel. The water flooded into her shoe and immediately Greg rescued her by lending a supportive arm. When they had regained the kerb he bent swiftly taking her shoe off and dabbing her foot with a hanky. He then poured the water out of the sexy shoe and dried the inside of it in turn with his handkerchief. In a moment it was dry enough to slip back on to Helen's foot. It was just as well because she found balancing on one 5 inch heel rather difficult.

"Wow, that was a bit of a turn up for the books," said Greg. "I hope your shoe is dry enough for you."

"I'll survive," she said. "Thanks so much for helping me out of that mess. You are a true gentleman." She spotted that he had been quite aroused by the whole episode and touching her feet or shoe had evidently turned him on. "Mmmm," she thought, "I am a bit wet now too, and I am not talking about my feet."

The warehouse they were heading for was across the street, and avoiding the puddle this time they headed for the entrance. As they approached, the intoxicating smell of leather came through the doorway towards them. Helen was already well on the way to arousal but this tipped her over the edge as the walk she affected in extreme high heels further stimulated her pussy.

"Here we are then, Helen." said Greg. "I hope you like what is on offer here. Head office have given me a certain budget for 3 years of dress code so I need to make sure I get the hardest wearing suits available, and that means leather."

Helen was a bit breathless with the prospect of choosing leather suits for work outfits. She had envisage polyester and synthetic blouses when Greg announce his dress code project. She had some leather items herself including a skirt and biker jacket and she liked the way they looked. The wasn't sure how the other two girls and the three new recruits would respond.

"What if they are men?" she thought, although something told here that this was unlikely to be the case.

There were racks upon racks of leather skirt suits inside the warehouse and a rather disreputable looking man in charge. Some primitive changing rooms were available at the back of the large vaulted warehouse and Helen got down to business in deciding what she preferred. She was fully turned on by the whole affair and as she tried on the outfit she favoured, Greg asked if he could come into the changing room to have a look.

"Give me a moment Greg, please," said Helen, as she got herself a bit more composed, and calmed down a little.

She felt a small trickle of pussy juice moistening her scant under wear, as she stood on her 5 inch heels in the short leather skirt suit. The nipped-in jacket made her waist look tiny and the tight skirt was way above her knee but she knew she was on fire as far as her sex appeal was concerned. She beckoned Greg through the curtain and he almost gasped his appreciation. Her still damp left foot made her conscious of the incident outside and how Greg had sprung to help her. It was sexy to have some water in her shoe and cooling too following the walk they had had.

"What do you think Greg?" she asked. "As if I need to ask judging by his hard on" she thought.

"Very nice Helen. You seem a bit flushed, is the outfit too hot for you?" replied Greg, smiling suggestively. "It is quite tight but I think that is practical too, with all the equipment in the office it doesn't catch on anything"

"Is your pussy wet?" he suddenly said.

"I beg your pardon, Greg. That is a totally inappropriate comment to make in the work place situation." Helen was shocked but not surprised given that Greg's cock was quite prominent now in his Jaeger trousers.

"Helen, you can't blame me. I can see that a trickle of your cum is making its way down the inside of your thigh." Greg laughed, as she checked her legs and saw that he was right. She silently cursed her decision not to wear stockings that day.

Greg put his arms around her in mock consolation. He touched the lower extent of the trail of her secretions on her thigh. Without any but a token protest from Helen, he traced the glassy trail up her soft thigh and then probed with his right index finger behind the gusset of her thong sensing the wetness there and traversing the pussy lips with his touch as she moaned in pleasure. Helen nearly collapsed, her high heels severely impairing her balance. One or two minutes of this treatment made her cum intensely and she nearly fell over in the changing cubicle. Supported by Greg and the wall she steadied herself as he licked her cum from his fingers savouring every drop. He lent her the wet hanky again to tidy up her pussy before they left for the office again.

"I have never cum so much just from a touch," gasped Helen. "It was amazing but we shouldn't be doing this sort of thing as we are working together."

"You should get used to it in that outfit," said Greg. "You look sensational and I think we will get a lot more customers calling into the office from now on."

Outside the changing area, the proprietor was smirking knowingly as they emerged.

"Ok, Mr Grimes," instructed Greg, "please get a rack of these items round to the office by the morning please in various sizes. Keep some in reserve for our new recruits when they arrive. I guess we will have them on board in less than a month." He turned to Helen. "I have already chosen the footwear if that is OK with you Helen."

"Yes I am sure you have chosen perfectly, Greg." she said, still more than a little breathless. " I will just change back into civvies for now, so as not to spoil the big surprise tomorrow." She wondered how and why Greg had managed to pleasure her so well but remained unsatisfied himself. This was a different sort of man than she was used to. Danny, her boyfriend wanted to cum in her pussy as often as possible but didn't trouble too much to make sure she came too. This was a whole new experience. Sly and secret inspection of Greg's trousers revealed he had managed to lose the erection for now.

They walked back to the office with Helen quite distracted by what had happened in their lunch meeting, not quite as sure footed in her high heels as she had been, but happy and contented with her morning's work.