Oh, and by the way, work the next day. Never been so relaxed, no stress, breeze through my work much to Fred’s amazement. My Hubby Is Away
My husband David never has me come into the office. We’ve been married for almost four years now and I’ve never set foot in the building. Our payroll officer had been away almost a week and he was getting nervous that the pays wouldn’t be done on time. I had done the wages in my last job, but even so, it was with great surprise he asked me to make up the wages for the staff.
I had to wait in his office for the drivers and staff to collect their own individual wages and sign for them when they finished work. He said his secretary Mary would assist me and she was the one who would be able to advise me in case I got into difficulties.
I was quite surprised to see how young Mary was. He talked about her a lot, but I had a different image of her in my mind. He’d told me she’d been working for the company for almost eight years but she only appeared to be in her early twenties so she must have started working quite early in her life.
She was gorgeous looking, dressed to the nines with a short black dress, black stockings, high heels, and her hair up in a perfect bun. Flawless make up and horn-rimmed glasses gave her a classy sexy appeal. A simple gold chain and a few rings on her fingers had her too good looking for a trucking firm’s secretary.
“Do you always wear clothes like that?” I asked unable to hold my tongue.
“Sure, I believe in always looking your best,” she smiled.
“Yes, but the dress is a bit low cut and a tad too short don’t you think?”
“No. I don’t.”
“Well, it’s okay for outside the office but in here where there are so many male workers don’t you think you’re asking for trouble?”
She laughed. “Don’t worry your husband, he’s safe with me.”
“I’m not worried,” I shot back.
“Aren’t you?”
“Well, no,” I stammered.
“You shouldn’t be,” she said. “If I was as good looking as you, I’d never worry about my partner straying.”
“Well, thank you,” I said, blushing and warming up to her.
“No seriously,” she said, coming closer. “You’re much better looking than the photo he has of you on his desk.”
It wasn’t the best one of me I must admit. I was enjoying her compliments, enjoying the fact that someone as hot as her thought I was attractive.
“I’ve done a hairdressing course and if I was you, I’d comb my hair up, show off that beautiful neck of yours,” she said, her slender hands touching my arm.
“I do like it up but can’t always keep it up there.”
“I’ve heard others say that before,” she chuckled. “It’s easy. Here, let me show you how.”
Before I knew it, she was behind me, her hands combing the strands through my hair and piling it up on my head. It felt wonderful to have her strong fingers running over my scalp.
She pulled the band from her own hair and I watched as it tumbled down, cascading over her shoulders while she tied up my own. Licking her fingers, quite seductively I might add, she twined long wispy strands and curled them, so they sat on my shoulders, then pulled a mirror out of her bag and showed me her handiwork.
“Wow, that’s great,” I said.
“I also did a good grooming course and you know you really shouldn’t button your shirt up that high up,” she said, her fingers quickly undoing the buttons, so my cleavage was visible, the black lace of my bra peeking over the tops.
Her fingers trailed along the strap, then down over the cup. When I made no move to stop her, she slipped a finger inside and ran it over the nipple. I actually gasped out loud, I almost swooned. I was in awe of her, her manner and ability to make me feel so inadequate in her presence surprised me as I was usually quite confident.
She motioned for me to stand, which I did, and she slowly removed my jacket, then she unzipped my skirt, dropping the jacket casually onto the floor. She helped me step out of my skirt, kicking it away from my feet. I was thankful I was wearing sexy underwear. A black bra and half-slip, suspenders and stockings peeked out below the slip.
“Hop up on the desk,” she whispered.
I didn’t even think about someone entering the office. All thoughts left me, and I could only focus on her and what she was ordering me to do.