Email from the MDs PA. Not something I really want to see in my inbox. Subject is also kinda disturbing. "Appointment today" it says.
The MD's PA is a high power woman. Gossip around the office is that she actually runs the business and the boss just cruises. Having had a couple of interchanges with her over various official topics, I am not too sure that the stories are not true. Powerful grasp of the business, supply lines and HR she really is a formidable force to be reckoned with.
To add to my nervousness with working with her I find her beautiful, shapely and has eyes I could easily drown in. The only time I have ever had non-official contact with her was at the last end of year party. We sat side by side for a while and we ended up discussing the history of porcelain in Europe. Now I knew about the topic because I was studying archaeology and ceramic identification had been a very important practical for which I had carefully prepared. My apparent grasp of the whole topic had impressed the lecturer and we had ended up corresponding for sometime. She is a bit older than me, but definitely fuckable, lovely soft feminine curves and voice that does things to my hormones. We are due to meet for another practical in a few months time so I was doing much swatting up to keep my reputation bright and shiny and improve my chances of a bit of extra curricula interchanges. Maria, the PA had no such advantage, she just knew about the whole saga of European porcelain. Our conversation had just wandered off into Art History in general and I felt that I was slowly losing traction, out of my depth, an experience I am unused to. I consider myself to be widely read and just generally above the average population when it comes to general knowledge but Maria was happily sailing into the stormy waters of of the Romantics when the MD summoned her to rescue him. I breathed a sigh of relief despite her last words, "We must talk again." I watched her walk away and thought about having her legs wrapped around my head, then around my hips and hearing her squeal, moan and beg for more.
I got home that night to find the house in disarray, the children racing around the house and my wife in a bad mood because of the lateness of my return my dreams of a quickly over the kitchen table were dashed by a pile of school books and dirty washing. I have been around women and my wife particularly for long enough to know that certain things can melt even the coldest of female hearts. I sent my wife to the lounge with a large glass of her favourite wine,I corralled the children, got them bathed, into bed, stories read and lights out without taking any instructions. Then I washed the dishes. I went and fetched my wife and led her to bedroom and gave her a slow, sensuous back massage, which I slowly turned into a bit of gentle fingering and then long slow cunnilingus so that when I spread her legs and positioned my cock at the entrance to paradise, she just smiled and said, "It works every time!
I realised I had been skillfully conned. With Maria haunting my memory and my fantasies, I thrust hard, balls deep into my wife and did not last more than 50 strokes.
"Who was she?" she asked.
"Who?" I mumbled half asleep.
"The woman that turned you from a tame bored lover into a raging bull. I want her number to encourage her to turn you on more often."
Have delivered that gem, she turned over and went to sleep.
Back to now: I stare at the unopened email blinking cheerfully on my phone. Private email. How does she know my private email address, I ask myself ruefully.
Eventually I open the email and read the contents.
"Can we meet privately? Reply using this email. Maria.Private"
What? I stare some more. This is spooky.
I hit the Reply button, change the email address and then consider my reply.
Options: Yes, No, Why?
Knowing her power and remembering those eyes and the effect she has on me I decide that there is only response. "Yes. When and how? James"
The response is almost instantaneous.
"Lunch time. 13:00. Walk down the road towards town. I will pick you up."
I check the time. 12:50. Soon. What the hell?
I respond, "Ok. See you then. J"
I wonder about the informality and decide that informality is the least of my problems. Keeping my hands off her is going to be the major problem.
Just before 13:00 I get up, mutter about going for a walk and hit the road.
13:05 and I beginning to wonder if I have been scammed when Maria's fancy Beamer pulls up next to me.
"Get in." More a command than an invitation. Hasty too.
I get in and look at Maria. Short skirt, silky diaphanous top, hair perfectly done and of course those eyes to drown in.
