It had been a good week business-wise and it looked as though the next week was going to be even better. I had one small contract that I had to review and sign and then I was going home, getting an early start to the weekend. I asked my secretary for the Nickel contract and waited for her to deliver it.
What she delivered was bad news. The Nickel contract wasn't in the files where it should be. It had been checked out and not returned. I failed to see the problem.
"Well, why haven't you gone and fetched it from whoever has it?" I asked. I was surprised that she hadn't already done that without being prompted.
"Because Mrs Jacklyn is the one who had it booked out and she's not in the office. I checked her office and I couldn't see the file."
I was about to ask where Mrs Jacklyn was when I remembered. Right now she would be at the airport preparing to fly interstate for a week's leave. A glance at the clock and I figured she wouldn't be in the air yet. I grabbed my phone and dialled.
"Ah, Brenda, glad I caught you. Ready for your holiday?"
"That I am. If you're calling to cancel you should be prepared for a nasty accident to befall you."
I am always astounded at the lack of respect I get from my devoted staff.
"I wouldn't do that," I assured her. "Just tell me where the Nickel contract is and you can fly away with my blessing."
I could have sworn I heard Brenda say, "Oh, fuck," but I must have been mistaken. The upright Mrs Jacklyn would never use such language.
"Um, the contract is in my briefcase."
"And your briefcase is where?" Not at the airport, I hoped.
"In my office, at home. I didn't bring it to work this morning because I was going straight to the airport come lunchtime."
"Is there anyone home at your place?" Please, please, please!
"Ah, no, but there is a spare key hidden. You'll have to send someone to let themselves in and collect the contract."
She told me where the key was and I wished her a happy holiday. I considered who to send and decided that the best person would be me. I could stop there on the way home, collect the contract, and continue on my way, checking and signing the contract at my leisure. It would still be ready first thing Monday.
I found the key where indicated and let myself in. I'd been at Brenda's place once before and knew where the office was. I strolled down to it and found her briefcase sitting on the desk. I extracted the Nickel contract and all was right with my world. I stepped out of the office and came to an abrupt halt.
Standing in the hallway, looking rather startled, was a lovely young thing. The sun was shining through the window above the door and the sunbeam fell upon this young lady. She was quite a stunning sight, especially dressed the way she was. Or in this particular instance, wasn't, as she wasn't wearing a single stitch.
Dark hair with hazel eyes, a nice bosom that didn't really need the non-existent bra, nice shapely legs that seemed to go on forever, but met very nicely. Her mons clean shaven and her pussy pronounced without being overly large. A very shapely creature indeed.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"More to the point, who are you?" I replied. "This house is supposed to be empty, as in no-one home."
"I'm Brenda Jacklyn," she snapped. "I live here. You haven't told me who you are and what you're doing here."
"Ah, no, you're not," I told her. "I know Brenda and she's ten years older than me whereas you appear to be about ten years younger. Also, I'm quite sure that Brenda wouldn't be caught dead in an outfit like that."
"You have something against nudity?" she demanded. "Anyway, I didn't say I was Brenda Jacklyn, Senior. I'm Brenda Jacklyn, Junior. I take it you know my mother? Oh, wait, I know you. I saw a picture of you with her on Facebook. You're her boss."
"Peter Jamison, at your service," I said. "I assure you I have nothing against nudity, depending on who's wearing it. You wear it very well. You still haven't explained why you're here when you're not supposed to be."
She shrugged, which did interesting things, especially to those nice bouncy breasts.
"There was a fire at the Uni," she said. "We all got kicked out for the day. I thought I'd come home and spend a weekend with my mother."
"In that case you should have gone to Miami, because that's where she is. She just left for a week's holiday."
Brenda blinked, looking slightly surprised.
"Well, damn," she grumbled. "I thought that was next month. Ah, well, can't be helped. What are you doing here, anyway?"
"I stopped by to pick up a contract that your mother accidentally left in her office," I said, patting the folder under my arm. "Now I have it I'll be on my way."
"OK. Ah, would you like a cup of coffee before you go. Mum would think me rude if I didn't at least offer it."
Your mother would have a fit and a litter of kittens if she saw you standing there talking to me in the nude, I thought.
"Seeing you offer I will have some coffee," I said, smiling happily. I didn't mind chatting to a lovely young lady for a little longer.
Brenda proved quite efficient in the kitchen and we were soon seated at the kitchen table taking our coffee. She seemed complete unaware of her nudity but I can't say the same for myself. She used her hands a lot when talking and her breasts just naturally joined in the waving around, wobbling and bouncing and almost screaming look at us.
I brought her around to talking about her course, asking what she was studying. Law, she told me proudly. She was doing well and expected to graduate with honours. I nodded thoughtfully.
"Law," I said in a musing voice. "That explains it."
"Explains what?" she asked.
"Your nudity," I told her, gesturing at her bouncing breasts.
"Ah, what has my studying law got to do with my being nude," she asked, "And I thought you didn't mind nudity?"
"Answering your questions in reverse order, I have no objection to nudity per se. Especially when it's on a young and attractive person such as yourself. On the other hand, nudity on some people should be considered a criminal offence."
"As to what law has to do with your nudity it's just that law is very logical within its own framework, everything being decided by precedents and such. That tends to show me the way you think. You're a virgin and, as such, sex has no meaning as applied to you personally, because you have no precedent to give you a ruling on the matter. Therefore you have no problem appearing nude before a member of the opposite sex. It's the sort of mind frame that a ten year old would have. You haven't grown past it yet."
"You think I'm a virgin and a child?" she asked, sounding rather upset.
"Your virginity is beyond doubt," I said, "or you'd never parade naked in front of a strange man. Certainly not in a situation as intimate as this one. As to being a child I said that you had a mindset similar to a younger child. The fact that you're not a child is most definitely on display. Stop and let your legal mind consider the situation for a moment. You are alone in your house, naked. A strange man is there. You calmly parade around in front of him, naked. What will he be thinking? Now bring to the front of your mind the fact that you are a nubile young female and you're naked. Not just nude, but naked and vulnerable. The man is interested in you in a sexual way. How does that make you feel?"
Most peculiar I think was the answer, not that she would admit it. Still, the signs were there. Her face flushed with embarrassment and her nipples tightened and stood out. Whether she liked it or not, she sure couldn't hide that little fact. She was now acutely aware of the fact that she was naked and that I was looking at her.
Typical female, she went straight for the fact that interested her most.
"What do you mean you're interested in me in a sexual way? You don't even know me."
"True, but since when has not knowing someone stopped a man from being interested? Same applies to women."
"Oh," she said, and seemed to consider this for a moment.
"Wait a minute," she suddenly said, sounding irritated. "Are you trying to imply that I'm interested in you?"
"I wasn't. Just because I want to make love to you it doesn't mean that you want to do the same. Since you've raised the subject, how do you think you'll feel when I take you?"
"WHAT?"
Instead of answering I rose and moved around the table to stand behind her. She didn't get out of her seat but turned her head to look at me. Then she gave a shocked gasp as my arms reached around her, hands closing over her breasts.
"I have wanted to do this ever since I saw you," I told her, for the time being just cupping her breasts and enjoying the feel of them.
