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I was her chief accountant. I wondered whether it was her husband?s or her father?s money she?d used to get started. I never saw any debts being repaid except small ones to the bank. Her personal life was never a subject for conversation at the office. She never brought someone to our office parties. Anyway, I?d joined the firm straight out of college six years before as the assistant accountant, and when the old chief left, she said I could do it and gave it to me. I liked the job. I could work eight to four and leave it at the office. I had time for me. I had a few girlfriends on the string but not one of them enticed me to settle down. I was having too much fun. Cottage weekends with friends or parents. Skiing in the winter. Squash. Tennis. Films. Good food. And art. I indulged myself with small oils and sculptures. Life was a dream. I couldn?t let a wife and children spoil it.

It changed. It was eight-forty-five one morning last fall. I?d had a quick meeting with a client and when I got to the lobby of our building, there was a large group waiting for the elevators, and there was Mrs. Andrews waiting on the fringe. I sidled up to say hi and her response with a glance was, ?I hate crowds.? She was dressed in her usual business attire, a skirt, jacket and blouse, and looking at her profile as she surveyed the crowd, I saw some fear. ?How about some coffee ? Can?t we be late today??

She turned and smiled. ?Of course. Let?s.?

A most strange thing happened in that very moment. Our eyes met and I suddenly looked at her entirely differently. As she moved away, I could still smell her, something I?d never been aware of before. I wanted to touch her, to hold her in my arms ! At nine o?clock in the morning, I fell in love.

I was dumbfounded. I stood and watched her walk away towards the cafe at the side of the lobby and felt foolish. At the same time, I was very conscious of the very comely figure she presented, something I had seen before but never wanted. She stopped to wait for me, saw me immobile, smiled a quizzical grin and asked, ?Well ??

I sort of stumbled out of the trance towards her.

?Are you all right ??

?Yes. I?m sorry.?

?Sure.?

?Yes. I?ll get the coffee.? I needed a moment to gather my senses.

?Black, please. Give me your briefcase.? I smiled as I handed it to her and our eyes met again.

I had difficulty with the tray. I was shaking. Me! Thirty-three years old and somewhat seasoned and I was unable to get control of the feelings that were suddenly filling my head! I put the coffees in the table with a trembling hand.

?You sure you?re okay.?

I nodded, scarcely trusting myself to speak.

She looked at me with an odd expression ?You?re all flushed. You?re absolutely sure.?

?Ya?, I lied, ?I?ve been getting these hot moments for a while now. It?s nothing contagious, I assure you, but I should see my doc.?

?It must be menopause.? She laughed. I did too. I battled on. I have no idea what we talked about in the next few minutes. My memory is blank. I had trouble looking her in the eye, sure she would see something more, and she did. She reached over and touched my cheek. It was like a bolt of lightning. I jumped. ?Go home, Ron. You look very odd.?

?It will pass. It always does. Come on. The lobby?s almost clear now.?

We gathered our things and made for the elevator. Remarkably, once aboard, we were crowded into a corner and she was pressed against me, her left breast making a lovely pressure on my arm. Her hair was almost in my face, and her smell was intoxicating. She kept glancing up at my face from that few inches below. I smiled once as we rode up, most of the time staring at the inane ad over the elevator door. Did she feel it ? She must feel it.

I got to my office and closed the door, something I do rarely, and everyone knew not to disturb me. I tried very hard to make sense of what had happened. I was not one to be ruled by emotion. Yet all I could think of was her. I wondered what she would think of me, fanaticising about her. I wanted so much to run my hands through her hair, to touch her. I remembered the feel of her hand on my cheek, her breast on my arm. Did she feel anything for me ? She was the boss. Could I stay in this job if she didn?t ? Could I if she did ?

Half an hour later, my desk was still empty when she opened the door and said, ?You?re late for your ten o?clock.? She saw the confused expression on my face and again, she asked, ?You sure you?re okay ??

?Ya. I?ll be there in a moment.,? but I couldn?t think straight and was no use at the meeting. ?I guess I?m having a bad day. Sorry.? I crept back to the seclusion of my office.

It was an hour later when she looked in again. By then I had a few papers spread out on my desk and knew I had to do something or I?d go nuts. But what something?

?How goes it ??

?I er... I..? I was faking it and it worked.

She stood in the doorway with her hands on her lovely hips and frowned. ?Listen, my man. I think you should see your quack. Get your coat. I?ll drive. You don?t look up to it.?

I smiled weakly. ?Okay, I guess.? I slowly got to my feet, but when she came forward to give me a hand, I said I?d get to the elevator on my own, thanks. I heard her telling Shelley, the receptionist, that we were off to a suddenly called meeting. She would call in later.

In the elevator, I slumped in the corner, and she stood with arms folded, looking at me grimly. I faked being weak and sick. ?Can we take my car? I don?t want to leave it here overnight.?

?Right. No choice. Mine?s in for repairs. Give me your keys. It?s okay. I?ll take a taxi back.? She took my arm. I liked that and squeezed her hand to my side. She smelled so good.

In the garage in the basement I showed her to my little Spitfire. ?Nice car. Five on the floor too. This will be fun.?

I slumped into the passenger seat and told her my doctor?s address on the other side of town. ?Just over the bridge and second right.?

Her business skirt was not made for a little car and rode up to give me my first peek at her thighs. God, I wanted to ride between them. She drove well.

I opened the window and pretended to take great deep breaths of the crisp air but in my chest, my heart was excited. We rode in silence except for her inquiries about how I felt. As we neared the doc?s office, I turned to her. ?Please just take me home, Mrs. Andrews. I?m feeling much better now. The fresh air has done the trick. I?d feel foolish in the doctor?s office. Just take me home.?

?Call me Margaret. This isn?t work. I think you are making a mistake.?

?Please.?

?If you insist. Where??

I gave her my address, only a few blocks away, and she slipped into my parking spot with ease. I played it a bit weak, but assured her I was much better. I?d just get a bit of food and rest.

?Come on then.? Again she took my arm and we made our way into the building and onto the elevator. I leaned against the back wall as we rode up and she kept hold of me.

I could see she was impressed with my apartment as soon as she walked in. ?I really should be off.?

?Please just stay for a few minutes. I think I?ll take a quick shower. It?ll make me feel better. Please make yourself at home.?

What next ? I had to keep her there for a while. Lunch. I showered quickly, put jockeys on under my pyjamas and dressing gown to support my excited member, and made my entrance.

?Well ? How are you now ?? I could see the expression on her face alter as she saw me in pyjamas. She?d dropped her coat over a chair and stood silhouetted against the window, feet slightly apart and fists on hips as she often did. Doing that widened her hips, making them very appealing. ?Quite a place you?ve got here.?

?Feeling a lot better. That was the right move.? I was proud of my place. ?Thanks. Glad you like it.? We looked at each other. I wondered if she felt awkward alone in a guy?s apartment.

?I guess I better go.?

?No. No. Please stay. I think I need something to eat. Soup? I?m sure there?s a can in the cupboard. Would you share soup and a sandwich with me??

She only took a moment to decide. ?Okay. I?ll get it if you?d like.?

I showed her the bread, butter, some cold meat, lettuce and mayo. I gave her an apron and she took off her suit jacket. I had the pleasure for the very first time since I?d joined the firm of seeing her very handsome chest beautifully encased in a lovely blouse. Wow! I put the soup on.

?When did you start collecting Robertsons, Ron??

?Soon after seeing the two in your office. I really like his intensity. It?s almost sensual.? I saw her hand pause in the mayo. The word had caught her by surprise.

?I?m very fond of his work too. I have a couple more at home.? She was looking at me with a new interest, and I began to hope that my trickery would bare fruit, not today perhaps, but someday. Mr. Andrews crossed my mind. ?How?s the soup ? These are ready.?

I put out a couple of place mats, spoons and knives and a few moments later, we sat down to lunch. I caught myself looking at her, her suddenly very pretty face, her lovely hair, her lovely hands, her lovely chest, every time she returned to her food. Did she notice ? We talked of some of the other pieces I?d collected, how I?d acquired them. I asked her if she?d like to come with me next time I went over to the gallery. She smiled a yes. She kept saying how much she liked my collection. ?You have very good taste.? I looked at her and suddenly thought so too.

?Let?s just put the dishes in the sink, Mrs. An...., I mean, Margaret. I feel so much better. Stay for a while longer, please. I think I?ll slouch on the sofa and rest a bit.

?I?d be happy to do them.?

?No, no, no.... Please. Just sit down with me for a while.?

?Okay. Then I should be getting back to the office.?

?Please don?t be in a hurry. I am enjoying your company very much. We?ve never been anything but work mates. It?s really nice to get to know you.? I looked her dead in the eyes as I said this, and again she paused before turning away. I sighed and looked away, but in a mirror, I saw her watching me.

She picked up a statuette and ran her hand over it. Suddenly she stopped, only then realising it was two lovers tangled in a naked embrace, his feet on the ground, her on one tiptoe, the other leg around him. Not too much imagination required. She stared at it a moment and looked at it carefully.

?Beautiful, isn?t it ??

?Yes.? There was a catch in her voice.

?What do you like about it ??

?The lines..... The texture..... It captures the intensity....... ? She was very slow to turn and add, ?Ron. Are you trying to seduce me ??

My turn to be taken aback. How direct ! ? I fell in love with you this morning. I?ve never looked at you that way, or felt that way..... before. Yes.?

She was watching me closely. ?Ah...... I see......... Love..... Lust..... That explains a great deal.?

?Yes. I assure you, it explains it all.?

It was a while before she spoke. ?I think I should go.? She gathered up her coat.

I stood. ?No. Please don?t. I?m sorry if I?ve insulted you.?

She stopped and looked at me for some time, and I felt the tension rising. ?Perhaps it was complement, yes ??

?Yes.?

Again she just looked. ?If we were to do this, I?ll probably have to let you go.?

I said nothing for a few moments. I had no idea she would be able to think so clearly. My heart was pounding. ?Yes.?

?It would be a shame, but I could never have an employee whom I?d slept with.?

?I see your point, but I?ve served you well and I think we could manage.?

Nothing was said as we watched each other, and I fancied she lusted after me herself.

?I don?t suppose there could be a trial period where I might prove myself.?

?Hmmm........ I?ll think about that. I guess it would depend on your performance.? She smirked.

?Yes.?

?Humph.?

?And if it turned out that I loved you and you loved me.......?

She still could leave. I wondered whether I?d have a job in the morning. She said nothing for several moments, then, ?Sit down. We?ll see about love and all that. Bridges to cross.? She continued to look at me, and I thought I caught a little glint in her eye. ?Are you feeling stronger now ??

?Much. Never more so.?

She laughed. Again we eyed each other. ?I think I?ll stay a bit longer, just to see what happens.? She crossed to her purse, retrieved her cell phone and pressed a button, and just watched me.

?Shelley.? She grinned when her voice was immediately recognized. ?I?ve been held up. Don?t know how long I?ll be. Everything okay? Good. Be in later I hope. Oh. Has Ron called in...... He said he wasn?t feeling well at our meeting. Said he was going home. Perhaps you?d give him a call... Good. Bye.? She dropped the phone back in her purse and crossed to the window.

At the window, she stood looking out at the city below, then she turned and struck that somewhat provocative pose, the ?I?m in charge? pose, feet apart, hands on hips. Again she was silhouetted against the daylight beyond. ?Well. Just how do you intend to get my clothes off. It won?t be all that easy.?

The phone rang. ?Hello... Oh hi, Shelley......... Ya. I?m feeling better. I?m sure I?ll be back tomorrow. May I speak to Mrs. A....... Oh. Okay. It will wait till tomorrow. Thanks. Good-bye.? I hung up.

We looked at each other. ?I have no idea how to get your clothes off. I have no plan. I just want you, to hold you, to touch you.....?

?Great, but that?s not quite good enough. There?s no way that will get you into my pants, just wanting me. I?m a relatively powerful woman, the owner of my own business, twenty-seven employees. I chair the Lady Lions Charity Committee. I have a reputation to protect. Furthermore, every man wants into my pants, and I?ve been celibate for five years. I won?t give up easily?

?Five years ! ?

?You?re casting doubt on my word !?

?No. Never. But you must be hungry.?

?Actually, not really until today. You may have awakened something. We?ll see. I can still go.? She smiled.

Again, I took my time. ?Yes, but there still is a chance I can bed you.?

No response.

I pushed on. ?Good. Well, I have no plan because this is such a surprise. I looked at you this morning in the lobby and was overcome with the very strangest feeling. I wanted to take you in my arms, to touch you, protect you, love you. I had never felt that way about you before though as you must be aware, I like you very much. I think you are a superb person and boss.?

She smiled. ?Ah. Complements. That?s a start. .... Yes. I am all business at work.?

Again we were left with little to say. We watched each other. I really fancied I saw lust in her eyes. I was enjoying her profile against the window. I tried to return her gaze. ?I?m sure you know you strike a very tantalizing image there in the window. Great legs. Very handsome figure. Why don?t we talk ? Get to know a little about each other.?

?Go on. Tease me. You?ve never looked at me except as your boss.?

?I am enjoying your body, Mrs. Andrews. Great hips. I?ve always admired your hips, and your chest, well, you seem to want to hide it, but I fancy I see your nipples through your blouse.?

?Mmmmm.....? She glanced down. ?I doubt it, but that?s helpful.? She kicked off her shoes.

?Come here.? I patted the sofa.

?No. I don?t think so. You might get physical.?

?That?s not likely without your consent., but given the possibility, Margaret, that you might roll into bed with me this afternoon, I prefer you know me better.?

?And........?

? I only know your office self. What do you do when you?re not at work ? What do you do for relaxation ? Where do you go on your holidays ??

?I walk the dog. I play golf. I ski. I swim. I like fine dining.?

?You?re a lady of few words.?

?I try not to waste them.?

?Tell me, what kind of sex do you like ??

She was moved. The question stoked the fire. She shifted her position there in the window, turning to look out again. ?I like it gentle and loving. I don?t like to be hurt. Ever. You??

?I?m not rough, but I can get excited.

?Mmmm.........?

?You like art. I think of lovemaking as art.?

?Thank you. That?s very good........ ? I was sure now she was in the game. She moved to stand behind the big chair by the window. Her voice became husky. ?Would I be the artist or the medium ??

?I?d like to take turns.?

?Mmmm. Interesting.......? She sort of shook her head. ?I do like that piece I picked up, as a piece of art. I didn?t recognize it as erotic until it was in my hands.?

?Do you like erotic art ??

?If it?s sensitive and subtle. I dislike the blatant stuff. Hard cord disgusts me?

?May I show you some etchings ??

?Ah..... Of course. I should have known. You have some etchings.?

?Yes. Well, line drawings by the same Robertson. It seems he had another side besides landscapes.? I could see I had her attention. She liked Robertson. When she said nothing, I got up and took the book from the shelf and put it on the coffee table between us. ?They bring me great pleasure.?

She stood there a few moments longer. She must have known she was crossing some line, that she?d never make it out of the apartment without being royally screwed, but she came to the sofa, and sat at the other end reaching for the book. There was a bookmark where I?d been studying one work, of a couple in orgasm. Both their heads thrown back in the moment, their mouths wide, her breasts were full and seemed bobbing in opposite directions in the frenzy of the moment, her feet were out beyond him, her toes spread. The muscles in his chest and shoulders stood tense in his skin. It was happening in the absence of a bed or background of any kind.

She took the book to her lap. The cover itself was quite innocent. Her fingers cut into the book at the mark, and she looked at me as she opened it. She smiled. ?I think you may be on the right track.? She returned her gaze to the book, and froze. Time stopped. I waited.

?I?ve thought of firing you before now, Ron.? Her eyes came up to mine and there was a smouldering lust about them. ?You?ve been a temptation. I figured you were something I wanted. I didn?t know how to get it and .........?

?I?m sorry. I guess I was blind.?

?No apologies necessary. It?s been fun, denying myself. Besides, you?re a good chief accountant. I didn?t want to loose you. In many ways you?re an innocent, but I never gave you reason to suspect.? She smiled.

?Do you like the sketch ??

She slid halfway along the couch towards me. ?Yes. I think it tells me that we have a great deal in common. It?s very erotic.?

?May I show you another favourite? I slid to her so that our knees were touching, and as I turned the pages our fingers touched. The second sketch, like the first, had no background. The woman was facing us, arms supporting her on the invisible bed, hands and fingers splayed. Her mouth and eyes wide open, screaming joy. The man was having her from behind, thrusting into her, his back arched, his head and shoulders humped forward.

We looked at it together. ?Oh dear?, was all she said. It was almost a whisper.

?There are fifty-four in the book. Another ??

?Let?s save them for another time.? Her hand settled on mine and our eyes met. Without a word, we kissed.

It was a long, lovely kiss. I knew at that moment for me it was love and we were going to spend a lot of time together. I put my arms around her drew her to me. We kissed. I ran my hands up her side to cup her breast. Her nipple was big and hard.

?I like that.?

?Shall we try the bed ?? I murmured.

?Please.?

We stood and wrapped each other in another warm embrace which became more and more heated. I began the undressing by finding the button and zipper to her skirt. It dropped to the floor. Her blouse undid up the back and I loosened it easily.

?Give me a moment.? She stepped out of the skirt and disappeared into the bathroom.

I waited in bed.

She appeared wrapped in my bath towel. ?Close your eyes.? I did, and she slid into bed beside me. When I opened them again, she was lying back on the pillows a smile on her face, the sheet clutched to her chest. ?Well, we got my clothes off. Now what ?? She watched me intently.

We took a moment to relish it. We lay, side by side, looking into each other?s eyes, our bodies alive, in tune. My hand slid over under the sheet to touch her thigh and I actually saw her eyelids flutter. She groaned. ?I want.... I want to be.... I?ve wanted you for months?, she sighed.

I took hold of the sheet and began to pull gently. At first she resisted, then relaxed and gave way. As the sheet exposed her breasts, she let her hands fall aside and grinned at my admiration. The sheet revealed those most lovely breasts, a very trim belly and a light golden brown thatch of hair at her legs.

?Oh, Margaret. Oh, Margaret.? Her nipples were standing tall. Her breasts were a fine size and strong and erect. She had captured them in some bra that never showed their loveliness. I let my hand stop on her pubic bush as I caressed my way up her body. She pushed against it. and her legs parted slightly. I was blown away. My hand slid north, caressing her lovely skin to take each breast in turn in my hand. ?Oh, Margaret.?

She slid into my arms, her legs apart and my member lay between them.

?Do me, Ron. God, I need it.? She crushed me to her body.

?You?re the boss.?

?Right. Do as I say !?

I did. It was so natural. With no effort, no guidance, no struggle, we were coupled. Both impaled, we kissed and hugged, and groaned in each other?s ears. ?You?ll never have to move and I?ll be satisfied?, she whispered.

Without leaving her, I pulled back to look at her again. ?Wrong.? Deep inside, I felt her body clamping down on me. She groaned as I caressed her arm, throat, and down to her beautiful breasts. ?Oh, yes !?

We gently rolled her over onto her back and I went to work on her, at first very easily. She had such a hold on me. She lay back at first, arms on the mattress by her head, eyes closed, and let me slowly screw her.

Where I got the control to last almost a minute, I?ll never know. I just know that by the time I cascaded my seed deep into her very core, she was being driven by an engine over which she had no control. She whimpered, whined, cried and shouted, she touched, grabbed, held, clawed, as we rose together to climax. It was the ultimate.

We slept, and made love all afternoon. At one point, she cell went off, but she ignored it. We suppered and fell back into bed again. What a wonderful fucking day ! There are no words to describe the pleasure that woman brought me.

We were sitting at the dining room table for a snack about midnight when she said, ?Ron. Lover.? She smiled. ?You really are an artist. I think you have taken me apart and put me back together differently. I?m not the same.?

?You?ve recreated me too, Margaret.?

Mr. Andrews had deserted her some years before. I now fill the hole left. I?d like to marry her. I?d like children. We?ll see.

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