"Doesn't she look lovely today," Yvonne said as Clare carried a tray of drinks into the meeting room.
"Yes, lovely," I said with enthusiasm, and then as she handed me my tea whispered in her ear, "Good enough to fuck."
A little pinkness touched her cheeks, complimenting the pink and white colour scheme of her oversized t shirt. But she held my gaze and I watched her pupils dilate.
"Turned eighteen at the weekend. Didn't she tell you?"
"Really?" I said. "That's naughty."
"We'll have to do something special later."
"Definitely," I said, stroking Clare on the bare shoulder, caressing the exposed bra strap pulled taut over her shoulder blade.
Yvonne said, "We can take her to the pub later."
"That's the very least we can do," I said.
I thanked her and sipped my tea, before sitting down to a meeting that I knew I wouldn't be concentrating on fully. Yvonne and I continued with our usual Monday morning state of play meeting. Our little corner shop of a business was developing a reputation and building a client list. Just Yvonne and then my help. Recently she gave her niece a job, light office duties. Fetching, filing and photocopying. Clare was a bit on the quiet side, took her a while to pluck up the courage and practice to answer the phone in a professional manner. "Awkward teen, late developer." Yvonne said.
I was pleased with her progress in a purely work setting. She wasn't like your average teenage temp. No gum chewing cloud of bad attitude surgically connected to her mobile phone. She was family, and a good middle class family at that.
Clare brought refreshments in mid-morning. Yvonne called her svelte. I disagreed, called her gamine. At this exchange she blushed, perhaps not knowing what the words meant.
I whispered to her, "And very fuckable." I brushed her cheek. She rushed out of the room.
"Nick. I can hear the dirty disgusting things you're saying to her." Yvonne adopted the tone of a haughty school matron chastising a silly boy.
"Yvonne, I want to make love to your niece."
"Are you asking me for permission?"
"Sort of, but she's a bit distant."
"She's just shy, especially around you. Fallen for your charm, no doubt. She's untouched, very sheltered upbringing."
"She's beautiful. I can't stop thinking about her."
"Do you think she looks like me? Can you see the family resemblance?"
"Yes, and I must admit that's part of the attraction."
"Do you really, really want to make love to her, or is it just a fuck of an innocent young girl. Be honest"
"Yvonne, I just don't know. Like you and me. Make love from time to time but still be friends."
"I'm a mature woman who has separated her emotional needs from her physical ones."
"Please Yvonne."
"Oh Nick, you know I can't resist when you beg like a puppy." Yvonne stroked my cheek, "I'll have a chat with her. See if we can both help her overcome her shyness around you."
***
Yvonne called me into her office. She was standing hugging Clare. The family resemblance was uncanny. The sweet eighteen year old and her sexually confident, and some might say sexually aggressive, aunt; a forty three year old cougar.
She beckoned me into their embrace and kissed me on the cheek.
"It's arranged Nick. I will be out of the office this afternoon. You have permission to lock the front door and put the answering machine on." I couldn't quite believe that Yvonne was being so matter of fact.
"You will seduce this beautiful girl. You want this to happen, don't you Clare?"
Clare blushed. She managed to mumble a quiet, "Yes."
My cock was throbbing in my trousers, from this situation and at the thought of what was being offered to me. Carte blanche to make love to a sweet teenage girl.
"My darling, Nick will be gentle and charming. If he isn't I will make him pay a heavy price." Yvonne kissed Clare on the cheek and sent her from the room.
"If you hurt her, physically or emotionally I will cut your balls off." She grabbed my crotch, and discovered my arousal.
"Oh you are keen. Be gentle with her. I know she hasn't had cock before, maybe a finger. She'll be tight down there. It runs in the family."
I wasn't really listening, just enjoying Yvonne's expert touch handling my cock through my trousers.
"Damn, I should have just kept you for myself. Forgot how nice and thick your cock is. Don't go ramming it down her throat. Her aunt hasn't got round to teaching her the subtle art of the blow job yet."
My mind flashed back; Yvonne and I had been intimate, I remembered just how skilful her fellatio was. It was so refreshing to work with a woman whose attitude towards sex and sexuality was so open.
"Fuck, Nick, how am I going to concentrate on my meeting this afternoon? He's quite sexy too. My pussy's getting very wet."
She pulled away from me. Flushed. Excited.
"Do it in here. Across my desk. Three o'clock on the dot. Be sitting at my desk. I'll phone you."
I bumbled around my office for a few hours. Yvonne locked herself in hers. The 'Do Not Disturb' sign on the door. Not really necessary with a workforce that consisted entirely of Yvonne, Clare and myself. A little edge of town suite of offices. A reception and meeting room, two offices, one for Yvonne and a smaller one for me, a kitchen and bathroom. A business facility about the size of a two bedroom apartment, but all that we needed for now. It was cosy, welcoming.
***
Yvonne phoned me at three o'clock exactly.
"I sent her out shopping. Told her to buy something nice to wear. Get her out of those jeans and sloppy t shirt. Maybe you could do the decent thing and take her out to dinner after you deflower her. Use your expenses credit card."
Somehow, I was no longer in control. To think this morning I declared my undying lust for my colleague's niece, and now, Yvonne was stage managing her seduction.
"Are you enjoying this Yvonne?"
"Yes, very much."
"Why?"
"Because this is special, for her, and for me too. She's becoming a woman, and doing it under my wing. Her mother's such an uptight frigid bitch. I guess this is what Auntie's are supposed to do in the modern world."
"You are so very modern and broad minded Yvonne?"
"It had to happen sometime, and with someone. I'm happier that it's with you. I can quality assure that nice hard cock you have, and your ability to use it. Better this than a dirty drunken fumble with some useless teenage prick. Look in my left hand drawer Nick."
I pulled open the drawer to reveal a pair of pink cotton panties, a disposable razor and a packet of condoms. I had a merry chuckle down the phone line.
"It's not meant to be a joke, Nick. She's not on the pill. Please don't get her pregnant. If you do, I'll make you marry her. I'm not joking about that either. I would quite happily have you as my sister's son-in-law."
"Okay, Yvonne, Point taken. What about the other two items?"
"She wasn't prepared. I've instructed her to shave herself down there and to let the fresh air around her private parts. Don't just go jabbing your fat cock into her. I know how useful you are with that tongue. You're taking her virginity remember. The least you could do is let her experience expert cunnilingus for the first time."
"I've been dreaming about the taste of her pussy for days."
"Look in the other drawer Nick."
I found a pair of black silk knickers. Very expensive designer label. No doubting who they belonged to. There was a reason why Yvonne had locked her office door.