All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over
"Morning Jonathan!"
Amber beamed as she stepped into Jonathan's office, beginning to unbutton her long, winter coat. She would normally go straight to her own desk but felt that now they were a couple, she should pop in and say 'Good Morning' properly.
"Amber!" Jonathan smiled broadly as he walked over towards her.
"Here - let me." He reached out to take her coat, eager to see what she was wearing underneath and for a cold, December day at the office, he certainly wasn't disappointed. He nodded appreciately at the cream coloured sweater dress that his new girlfriend was wearing.
"I've not seen that before? Is that new?"
"No, I've had it for a while but not worn it much but it's so cold today and waiting at that bus stop it gets freezing."
"Well, it looks great on you," Jonathan smiled, taking in the way it fitted her so perfectly. It had a high polo neck, long sleeves, a tapered waist that Amber had cinched with a wide, black elasticated belt and a flared skirt part that ended just a few inches above her knee. Due to the cold, she'd done something she didn't normally do and had actually worn tights underneath the dress, with the black heeled boots that Jonathan had bought her finishing off the ensemble. Jonathan knew his wish from last night that she'd be wearing a low cut top was a long shot. It really was so cold, he couldn't blame the girl for wearing a polo neck and the good thing was, the knitted fabric not only clung to her figure, doing nothing to hide the size of her breasts but the tight, wide belt that hugged her narrow waist just served to emphasise them even further.
"Mmmm..." Jonathan moved up close behind her, encircling her waist and pulling her gently backwards into his body. "I approve. An excellent work outfit for a winter's day. Just one problem."
"Problem?" Amber turned her head partially sideways, her perfume filling Jonathan's nostrils and her tousled hair brushing against his face.
Jonathan put his lips close to her ear and whispered, "Could've done with a black bra under there." He reached up and squeezed Amber's left breast firmly through the thick, knitted fabric.
"Jonathan!" Amber giggled, wriggling to get away. She was pleased with the coordinated cream bra and knickers she'd put on under her dress. "You can't wear black underneath cream, it would show through."
The matter of fact tone of her voice reminded Jonathan that she was still very much the innocent little sex bomb he lusted after. He whispered again, "Mmmm, you obviously don't know me quite that well yet do you? Ha!" He managed to spank her bottom as she pulled away. She was eager to get on with some work and show how useful she could be. That was her default attitude every day.
"Oh err... Jonathan, something to ask you, I hope you don't think it's stupid but..."
"Don't presume of me darling - just ask and we'll see how 'stupid' I think it is eh?" His smile reassured Amber that she'd be fine running this 'ask' by him.
"Well, my parents are making a big thing of Christmas this year and my best friend Sophie's coming to stay at ours because her parents are going away so we've invited a some people over and my Mum keeps asking to meet you anyway and well, they want... well... SHE wants...."
"Will you just spit it out girl! Good grief! Anyone would thing I'm an ogre with your feeble little approach! Ha!!"
"Can we both stay the night at mine on Christmas Eve and spend Christmas Day there and have dinner and stuff?"
"Yes, of course! Why did you think I might not want to do that?"
"Well, my Mum's been going on about meeting you since I told them I had a boyfriend but I didn't know how you'd feel about meeting them."
"I'm totally FINE with meeting your parents darling, in fact, I think it's a great idea but how do YOU feel about me meeting them?" Jonathan wondered how her parents would react, finding out that their 18 year old daughter's boyfriend was 62 years of age.
"I can't wait!" Amber said, excitedly.
"Good! Then that's sorted. Christmas with your parents it is!"
"Oh, erm... I forgot to mention, Mum wants it to be fancy dress on Christmas Eve. Is that OK?"
"Fantastic! It's been a long time since I've been to one of those, they're usually a lot of fun."
Jonathan cast his mind back to the last fancy dress party he'd been to some 10 years or so ago. He couldn't remember what he went as but did remember that it had become quite a scene of debauchery as the evening had gone on. Still, nothing like that would happen at Amber's parents.
"Oooh, I'm so excited! Thanks Jonathan, I'm really looking forward to you meeting Mum and Dad."
"Oh, that reminds ME as well, I've got something to tell you this morning - unfortunately, Sandra's off sick so I need you to cover reception today. It wouldn't normally matter but it's the last big meeting before Christmas today and our joint shareholder is coming over so it's important that there's a meet and greet, get him a coffee etc, you understand?"
"Sure I do," Amber was actually quite pleased. Although her promotion hadn't been made official yet, Jonathan had moved her into the main reporters office already and it was full of loud men who spent most of their time talking about sex or women they fancied from the TV. Of course, ever since Amber had joined the newspaper, they'd spent a lot of their time ogling her and making lewd comments under their breath. She just didn't feel comfortable in that office so was pleased she would be on reception, even if it was for just one day.
"Thanks darling and listen... whilst we're at work, I'm afraid it's gonna have to be back to 'Mr Taylor' OK? We don't want anyone finding out we're an item because it won't look professional. Just at work, yes?"
"Don't worry Mr Taylor, I understand."
"Perfect. Just like you." Jonathan squeezed her right buttock, feeling her hand quickly slap him away as she headed off to the reception area.
Amber walked round behind the reception desk and popped her bag underneath. She flipped on the computer and went to get a cup of water from the cooler. She never drank hot drinks at work, preferring to stick to water or juice. She'd only been behind the desk once, when Sandra had asked her to cover whilst she went on a rare lunchbreak outside of the office but it was pretty straightforward and the computer screen brought up the daily diary by default. As it was so close to Christmas, the days were really bare. Today was the busiest day and then Thursday was the company Christmas lunch. To be honest, Amber was dreading the lunch. She knew Jonathan had booked a place at the New Inn Kitchen in town but wasn't looking forward to spending an hour in the company of the other guys in the office. It wouldn't be so bad if Sandra had been there. At least she'd have another female to talk to but she didn't know if Sandra would be well enough to be back at work by then.
She glanced up, to see a large Mercedes parking directly outside. She watched as the man got out. A tall, smart, suited gentleman who she thought looked around the same age as Jonathan. Hearing an incoming email, she glanced back at the screen.
"Good morning, good morning! Well, well, what - or should I say WHO - do we have here then? You're definitely not our Sandra!"
Amber had been annoyed at the email, as it was from the New Inn Kitchen restaurant wanting confirmation of numbers for Thursday. She put on a big smile for the visitor and turned to greet him.
"Good morning Sir. You must be....." She glanced at the diary page to get his name. He was the only visitor that day so must be the one Jonathan had told her about - the newspaper's joint shareholder.
"Brian Jenkinson's the name. And what might your name be young lady?"
"Amber. I'm Amber Collins Mr Jenkinson. Mr Taylor said you'd be visiting today. Would you like to take a seat? He should be along shortly."
"Indeed. Indeed my dear."
There was a small two seater sofa and one chair in the small reception area as the newspaper never had many visitors so didn't need a big, grand space. Amber watched as he sat down on the sofa then turned away to get back to the annoying email but realised she hadn't offered Brian a coffee. She looked over at him, smiling again...
"Would you like a cup of coffee Mr Jenkinson?"
"Hmmm, no I won't thank you Amber. If I know Jonathan, he'll probably have the perculator going in the office but I tell you what I will have - some water from the cooler if you don't mind getting that for me." He gestured to the water cooler that was about a foot away from the sofa.
Amber felt confused, wondering why he couldn't just get the water for himself but wanting to do everything right and especially for somebody as important as Brian Jenkinson, she got up and walked over to the cooler, unaware that the visitor was watching her like a hawk.
"Oh yes, very nice. Very nice INDEED."
Amber looked across and met his gaze. He was smiling kindly, so she gave a small smile back, still feeling confused as to why he couldn't get his own water. As she held the cup of water towards him, he took hold of her wrist, the surprise making Amber jump and a few drops spilled out onto the carpet.
"I hope you don't mind me saying but you've got an excellent pair of pins there Amber."
Brian continued to survey her legs. He thought that the several inches of thigh between where the top of her boots ended and the hem of her dress began was not only perfectly shaped but also looked incredibly sexy.
"Oh... errr..."
Amber's face flushed and although once again, she forced a half smile, she couldn't bring herself to look at the man this time.
"My dear girl, I do believe I'm embarrassing you. I'm sorry. Please forgive me." Brian let go of her wrist and took the cup of water, watching the swaying hemline of her sweater dress as she walked back behind the reception desk. This time, he also spent a few delicious seconds taking in her slender waist and generous bustline.
As Amber sat back down, looking back at the screen, Brian began talking again."
"You see, I'm genuinely harmless, just a harmless old man but I'm a bit old fashioned. I like to hold doors open for women, pay for dinner, give compliments but I think these days, compliments can be seen as a bit creepy by a lot of young women but it's the kind of era I grew up in and I do think women deserve that respect."
Amber hadn't been that fussed by what he'd said about her legs, she'd been more peturbed when he'd taken hold of her wrist.
"I don't think like that," she began. "And you're not old either. You look around the same age as Mr Taylor."
