From the moment she arrived at our firm, Barbara had made her intentions clear. Everything she did or said had distinctly seductive overtones, even getting me a cup of coffee! She was quite a bit older than I was, but
hot,
I would not have been surprised to see her on the cover of "Atlanta's Hottest Wives" magazine. She was a
real
cougar.
I had been working at Wilson, Davis & Kepler for 5 years when Barbara joined the company. We are a corporate law firm based in Atlanta and I am a junior partner, I joined straight from college after majoring in law. The work was difficult and the hours could be long, but I was single and had no ties. Moreover, there were the benefits, an office full of mostly women. By the way, my name is Mike.
Not having any ties helped a lot when it came to women, especially those in work, I quickly gained a reputation as the office stud, having relationships with several of the legal secretaries, (sometimes more than one at a time) and with Mr Kepler's assistant Marie. Most of the girls had boyfriends who would be less than amused if they had caught them with another guy, especially me.
Up until now, I had been having fun with a few one-night stands thrown in, but my outlook changed the day Barbara joined the firm.
All the women I had been to bed with were younger than I was, apart from Marie who was 5 years older, but very enthusiastic, despite having a young baby. Barbara was about 20 years older than I was and, as I said,
hot.
Up until then I had never considered sleeping with a much older woman, but Barbara changed all that. On the day she joined, Bob Wilson, the senior partner gathered us together to introduce Barbara to the staff. We squeezed into the boardroom, and Bob made the introductions.
"This is Barbara Taylor. She is joining us as our new senior legal secretary; replacing Helen, who is leaving to have a baby; In addition, she will be Mike's part-time assistant. I hope you will all make her very welcome, I'll leave you to get acquainted." With that, Bob left the room.
I took in the woman standing in the centre of our group. She was quite tall; her hair was a rich brunette, cut quite short, exposing a long slender neck. Her lustrous emerald eyes shone with an inner fire, almost as though they had a life of their own. When she looked at me, it felt as though she already knew something about me. Barbara went around the room, shaking hands and smiling until she reached me. I introduced myself.
"I'm Mike, junior partner."
She shook my hand with a firm, but feminine grip. The electricity flowed between us. It felt as though a bolt of lightning had shot up my arm to my brain.
"Pleased to meet you Mike," still holding the handshake she said, "I'm Barbara; I think we'll be working
very
closely together."
Her voice was husky, and her eyes full of mischief. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when she said
very.
Barbara just stood there smiling.
"I meant that you and I would be working on the contracts very closely," giving me a knowing look which no one else saw.
I regained my composure as Barbara broke our handshake to move on to the next in line. My mind was racing, "come on Mike," I said to myself, "she must be nearly twenty years older than you, married with kids!" However, none of that seemed to matter to my crotch.
Maybe I should give you a better description of Barbara. She stood 5'8"in her high heels, curly red hair cut short, just off her neck in a pixie-style cut. Her face was round with a cute nose and full, kissable lips (as I wanted to find out), her breasts were full and firm, even for a woman her age, and they strained the buttons on her blouse almost to the bursting point. Her eyes were green, and sparkled with a fire all their own. They seemed to look at me and know what I was thinking. I hoped that was not the case, because at that moment, I had a mental picture of Barbara naked and riding on my dick.
I dismissed the image and went back to work. The next few days passed uneventfully. Barbara and I began to learn how the other worked. Being the senior legal secretary, it was Barbara's job to make sure there were no mistakes from the wording aspect of the contract, to sorting out loopholes. Nothing had been said about the other day, as Barbara behaved as though nothing had happened. I had begun to think that I had imagined it.
A few days later, I took a call from Angela, Bob Wilson's assistant.
"Mr Wilson would like to see you and Barbara in his office, A.S.A.P."
Stopping what I was doing, I called Barbara into my office.
"Bob wants to see us right away."
"Well I guess we'd better get going!" Barbara replied.
Angela showed us into his office. Bob introduced us to a tall, distinguished man in his 60's.
"This is Henry Grunewald of Grunewald Foods," Bob said. "He has recently moved his head office from Charlotte to here in Atlanta to be nearer to his customer base. He would like us to represent him."
Then, indicating Barbara and I, Bob said, "Henry, I'd like you to meet Mike and Barbara. Mike's one of our junior partners, and Barbara recently joined us as our new senior legal secretary."
Grunewald stepped forward, "Pleased to meet you, I look forward to working with all of you." Then he shook our hands and started putting on his coat.
Turning to us, Bob said, "I will deal with him personally, but I need you two to draw up a contract. It will mean longer hours and a late night or two, but I'm sure you two can do it."
"I look forward to working with you Bob, But I've got to go."
When Grunewald had left, Bob motioned us to sit.
"Grunewald Foods is one of the biggest companies in the Southeast," he said. "It would be a feather in all our caps if we can get them on board. I'm relying on you two to get this right, so take the afternoon off and get an early start tomorrow."
Barbara and I left Bob's office and headed for the elevator.
"Well that was a surprise," I said, turning to Barbara, "how are you fixed for working late? Not that we've got much choice."
"It won't be a problem, "Barbara replied.
"But what about your husband, kids?" I said, hoping I didn't sound like I was fishing.
"I'm divorced, and my daughter is away at college, so I've got plenty of time on my hands."
Maybe this would work out better than I had hoped. We got in the elevator and headed down, I stood next to Barbara and from my position next to her, I could see down her blouse and those big, firm breasts. Her perfume drifted up, filling my nostrils with her scent, I could feel my pants getting tight as my cock began to swell; I was desperately trying to hide my hard-on from her, and just managed to get myself under control before the elevator arrived back at our floor.
"See anything you like?" she asked with a wicked smile, turning to me.
Barbara stepped from the elevator, giving me a knowing look. When we reached our offices, she continued.
"If I were you, I'd go home and take a shower, preferably a cold one, and lie down for a bit!" Barbara laughed, reaching for her jacket. "You look a little warm, and maybe a bit flushed; maybe you are coming down with something?" Get a good night's sleep and I'll see you in the morning."
I could not believe it, she was shamelessly flirting with me, and yet I felt like some high-school kid who had just been dismissed by their principal!
She was right though. I
was
coming down with something, a bad case of the hots for her!
I went home and took Barbara's advice. I took a shower, (not a cold one) and made myself something to eat. I decided to have an early night after watching some t.v.but my dreams were plagued by images of Barbara in various states of undress. Therefore, by the time I awoke the next day I felt as though I had been awake all night. I got up and had another shower, shaved, got dressed; made some breakfast and coffee before heading off to work to get an early start. I had been at work about an hour when Barbara arrived.
Up until now Barbara's choice of work clothes had been conservative, knee-length skirts, buttoned up blouses and sensible shoes with moderate heels and no pantyhose. I could tell there was something different about this morning as I heard the whistles and catcalls from the guys in the office. I walked to the doorway of my office, and I was confronted with a vision of Barbara walking towards me.
The clothes she had on today were
definitely
sexier. The skirt she was wearing, which clung to her round behind, was black, mid-thigh length, with a slit in it, which showed a small amount of creamy flesh above her stocking-tops. Beneath her jacket was a tight white blouse, unbuttoned to her cleavage, and showing off the swell of her big, firm breasts to perfection, underneath I could make out a black lacy bra, and a pair of 6" heels that looked like they cost more than a month's rent on my apartment completed the transformation.
Barbara walked right up to me and said; "Good morning Mike, I hope you're feeling better today?"
She gave me a wicked smile. Like a cat that had cornered a mouse.
"Coffee?" she asked. "I always need 2 cups to get me going, don't you?"
She ran her tongue across her lips suggestively, and then she left the office to get the coffee, giving an exaggerated wiggle of her fabulous ass as she did so!
I saw the looks the other guys were giving Barbara, but she did not give them a second glance (or even a first come to think of that.) Five minutes later, she was back with two steaming mugs of black coffee and put them down on my desk. I took a sip of mine, it tasted better than the usual coffee we drank in work.
"This is good!" I said, taking another sip.
"Since today is a bit different, I stopped off at a little deli I know. They sell proper coffee, not the rubbish they serve here. It's good and strong, and it will help keep us going through the night."Barbara smiled as she said the word "going."
"Going somewhere later?" I asked, indicating her outfit.
