The situation was bad for Bianca and her family. She was 37 years old, married with three children, had a house just large enough for her and her husband to afford, cars just decent enough for them to buy, and care for their children (private schools, sports teams, and events) that their combined income just managed to cover. Needless to say, her husband losing work was devastating. An independent contractor, his fairly regular income was substantial enough to pay for just about all they needed, while her lower-income job as a secretary at an accountant's office was steady enough to supplement her husband Jim's income and provide for basic bills when he was without a contract.
His fall off a ladder, resulting in a broken leg and arm (along with several other problems) was going to lay him up for the indefinite future. She was thankful he was alive, but more than a little concerned for the future. The cars could be sold, but the housing market was not promising for their house, and she wanted her children to have a good education badly, so they would not have to deal with the same situation that she was facing now.
How to make ends meet was the question plaguing Bianca's mind as she walked into work on a Monday morning.
John's situation was completely different. He had graduated from a four year university in 3 years with an accounting degree at 20, having started a year early. He had attended on a full ride academic scholarship. His master's degree was completed just after his 21st birthday, at a remarkable speed, and, being somewhat of a control freak, and wishing to be his own boss, established himself as an independent CPA with his own office in the city. He was 23 years old, doing very well for himself, and his rapid career path was impressive by any standard.
Bianca had joined his office a year previously. He had chosen her out of the many applicants for several reasons: first, though she had limited experience, she seemed to have a good attitude and work ethic, and John appreciated that. Second, she was asking for a somewhat lower salary than he had anticipated, and, of course, that was an important factor. Third, and perhaps most importantly, Bianca was hot. Bianca's father and mother were from Brazil, and though of a lighter complexion, her eyes and beautiful long dark hair were unmistakably Latin. She had large breasts, maybe a 34 or 36C, and her ass was to die for. Trim (she had become a mother at a younger age), athletic (she enjoyed jogging, swimming, the gym, and yoga), and fashionable, there was no way a 22 year old young man, extremely intelligent or not, could pass her up as an employee.
So, John, a year later, and like always, enjoyed seeing his hot secretary come into the office he owned and operated. It was satisfying. Regarding Bianca, he had fantasized about her, but never really considered it a possibility that he would have a chance with her. She was older, married, and seemed pretty happy with her situation.
Today, he was quick to notice, she didn't seem too happy.
It wasn't long before he found out about her situation: her husband's incapacity, the growing bills, the difficulty of the situation. John was sympathetic, and asked if she needed some time off to deal with the crisis, which Bianca thanked him for but refused, since, money being the problem, time off of work was the last thing she needed.
"Take a couple days off of work, consider it a paid vacation. I will too. Postpone my meetings, I'll do some work from home, and you spend some time with your husband. Hopefully something will turn up to help with this, okay?"
Bianca was grateful, and went home to her husband, who was impressed by the college-educated, somewhat stuck-up young boss of his wife's. He had had nothing good to say about John, who he felt was an arrogant, privileged college boy, and Bianca was constantly annoyed by her husband's blue-collar inferiority complex. She was glad that he was able to show some gratitude to her employer.
John went home and thought about the situation.
Chapter 2
Bianca came into work after her short vacation. The situation hadn't yet improved, but their families had chipped in a little to support them. Her oldest daughter Jamie, who was 17, had picked up a job at a supermarket near them to try and pay for gas and maybe a bill or two.
Walking into the office, she wore a black suit jacket with light pinstripes, and a matching skirt that stopped right above the knees. Her white blouse underneath the jacket was open just enough to show a hint of cleavage. Her hair was down, and her shoes were high heeled. Again, she was hot.
Seeing her confirmed the decision John had come to in his mind. Opening the door to his office, he said "hey, Bianca, when is my first appointment?"
"Not till 1 in the afternoon today John. And by the way, thanks so much for the days off, I needed that," she replied.
"No problem, that's a lot on your plate to deal with. I'm glad I've got time. Why don't you come in the office for a moment. I want to talk with you about something."
He went back to his desk, and in a moment Bianca had entered.
Here it is, John thought, go time. He pulled a chair out for Bianca, which she sat in, with a nod and smile for his politeness, and John took his seat behind the desk.
"Bianca, I've been thinking about your situation. I can't do much, but I've decided to give you a slight raise. Again, its not a whole lot, but its the best I can do now."
What a nice young man
, Bianca thought. "What?! Thank you sooo much John. You have no idea how kind this is of you."
"This is a little impersonal, actually, let's sit on the couch instead." John got up and walked to a leather couch that was in the corner, Bianca following. As they sat down, John sitting fairly close to his secretary, he said: "Its not just me being kind. You're important to me. You do a good job coordinating appointments, keeping records, and helping me organize."
Bianca was flattered and was about to thank him when he said, "And besides, you're hot enough to keep my clients coming back." Which he followed with a big smile, that Bianca, who was somewhat blown away, took to be a joke. She laughed a little, then proceeded to thank him.
"Thank you so much John, really, you're too kind, and I appreciate the raise more than you know. If there is anything my family or I can do..."
Hot? That was flirty. It was just a joke. Or was it? I've seen him check me out before...Well, whatever his reason's for giving me a raise, because he's nice, or thinks I'm hot, or both, or whatever, I needed that. I may get through this month fine since....
Her thoughts were interrupted by John saying, "Well, I like to think I'm kind...but the truth is I'm pretty self serving sometimes. I want to help you, but at the same time, I want to get something else too."
As soon as he said that, Bianca, who was no fool, had an inkling of where he was going.
"John. What...what would you like to get....."
Its possible he's referring to.....a new roof? Maybe something my husband can do when he recovers? Maybe.....um.....he keeps glancing at my chest......oh no, this could be bad....
"Well, to be honest, one of the reasons I hired you was that you are so hot, Bianca—I'm not gonna lie."
That's it,
she thought. Doubts flooded her.
I'm not going to cheat on my husband. What we have to deal with we have to deal with. I can't believe this is happening. The little perv....Why can't men just be kind and not think about sex all of the time... well he can fantasize all he wants cause..
John interrupted her thoughts with, "I know it sounds ridiculous, but I just want to see you topless. Please. I mean...come on, that's just incredible," he said, indicating, with his open hands, that he spoke of her breasts. "I want to help you. Only condition, you let me see your boobs." He then smiled the same way he smiled with his first flirty comment.
Bianca looked away and thought:
Get topless? That's not too bad. I've never taken my clothes off for a man other than my husband though! Its not cheating, but its something....but come on. I'm not going to have an affair with him, he's just a kid. And young guys are so obsessed with older women. Didn't that magazine have an article about that, what do they call it? That MILF thing. He's been nice enough, heck, the kid deserves it.
"Okay. Fine, fine. You men are all the same, old or young," Bianca said in a friendly, somewhat condescending (in a hot, almost motherly) tone. She began unbuttoning her jacket, a little slowly....
She's going for it!
John thought,
Oh my god, she's going to show me her boobs, oh man. This is one of the best ideas ever....
John had had a couple girls in college, but not that many. He had been studying like crazy. He did watch quite a bit of porn though. He knew enough to know that this was an opportunity he needed to grab onto.....literally......
Her jacket off, she began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly, the cleavage deepened, and her black lace bra started to come into view.
Look at the way he's looking at me,
Bianca thought, as John's eyes were glued to her chest,
Its been awhile since my husband looked that way when I undressed for him...ha, he was so energetic as a kid, just like John is......
She knew what she was feeling. It was a breathless sort of excitement, like when she first undressed for her husband....there was also a warmth down between her legs, and it was growing.....
The blouse came off, and her flat stomach, flawless skim, and pefect breasts, encased in the bra, were on full display for John. She even pushed her chest out slightly. she knew she was hot.
John was entranced, but brought himself under control. He looked at her breasts, then looked up to her face, making eye contact, and nodded back down to her bust, indicating that the bra was to go too.
With a little sigh, a roll of the eyes, and a small smile, Bianca reached behind herself and undid the bra, which fell away, leaving her beautiful, perfectly rounded, still perky (though clearly softened) breasts, which were happily topped off with dark, hard nipples, with large aureole.
The excitement in Bianca was strong, as it was with John. She was blown away by the situation, but was appreciative of the admiration. John was looking longingly at her chest....
"Those are perfect Bianca. Too perfect. Ha! Alright, I'm sorry, but they can't be left alone." Saying this, John, started to reach for her breasts.
