6 comments/ 52567 views/ 12 favorites The Wilson Files By: rwsteward My concentration was on the computer screen when I heard the unmistakable sound of a pile of file folders as they hit my desk. I looked up. "Ah shit, Ellen, I just whittled that pile down from this morning." Ellen shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry Lily. Count your blessings 'cause you should see the stack that I dropped off at Hank's office. Ellen was right. With the economy in the toilet, I'm lucky to have this job. I popped my head over the top of my monitor and surveyed the office and a dozen empty desks that sat before me. Desks that once had people with real lives working at them. I guess I'm one of the lucky ones. I knew what the folders consisted of. They were old clients. My job, this week at least, was to go through the files and remove all the companies that were out of business or were bought out by a larger company. That way, the sales people didn't waste their time cold calling a defunct company. It wasn't hard work, just tedious. Time went by quickly as I worked through the stack. Before I knew it, lunchtime and come. No expensive Bristol grilled Cajun turkey for me; nope, just a cold cut sandwich and small baggie of potato chips from home. Why does lunch always seem to fly by? Soon, I was back at my desk sorting through yet another list of phone numbers. Finally, another folder for the 'done' pile. From a distance, I heard the distinct sound of Lisa's Parah heels strike the floor. I looked up and saw her coming my way. Lisa was a goof. Girls that I worked with were laid off, yet Mr. Hudson kept her on the payroll. While no one could prove it one way or the other, the rumor was that Lisa was banging Mr. Hudson to keep her job. It sure wasn't her computer skills. She walked up to my desk. "Hi, Lily. Ah, Mr. Hudson would like to talk to you. Oh, he wants the files on the Wilson sales, too." "Wilson files? Aren't those a bit out of date?" I asked. Lisa shrugged her shoulders. "That's what he said." "When does he want them?" I asked as I turned around in my chair looking for the folder in my second file cabinet. "Right now. That's all he said to me." Lisa walked back to her office wiggling her tight ass back and forth like she always did in a pencil skirt so tight it looked like a second skin. Trouble was, there were hardly any men left in the office to notice her tight skirt and long legs. I gathered up the file, put the computer to sleep and walked toward the corporate offices. Mr. Hudson is kind of like Santa Claus. You know he exists, and you see him once a year at the company Christmas party to slip some watered down eggnog. You need to go through three secretaries to get into Mr. Hudson's office, which just seemed to enhance the mystery behind the man. The first two secretaries waved me by, a smile on the their faces, till I came to the last secretary. I didn't know any of their names, as most office staff aren't permitted in the corporate offices. I couldn't quite make out the nametag on the desk, as it was turned to one side. I cleared my throat. "Lily Richards to see Mr. Hudson." "Miss Richards. Yes, Mr. Hudson is expecting you. You did bring the Wilson files didn't you?" I nodded and then held the file folder out in my hand. "Good," the lady said, "give the folder to Mr. Hudson. Let me buzz you in." I walked up to two large cherry red mahogany doors with highly polished brass ornate door handles. A thick brass plate with the name 'Matthew Hudson' carved deep into the brass was mounted on one of the doors. I stood and suddenly the door buzzed and with all my might I pulled a door open. I really didn't know what to expect. I held the folder up against my breasts and took a few steps in the room. I felt my heels bury themselves in the thick teal blue-green carpet. The same teal blue-green color the waves on lake Michigan make when they strike the rocks on a hot summer afternoon. I looked around. Floor to ceiling bookshelves on one side of the office were made of the same cherry red mahogany as the doors. A quick glance to my left revealed a leather sofa, and a pair of leather chairs turned just so they pointed to the front of this massive dark walnut desk. A small desk light with a green glass shade cast a warm glow against the almost black wood. The office was more like a suite, massive in size and luxury. It seemed as though time itself bypassed Mr. Hudson office. The room gave me the impression of an old English gentlemen's club. I was sure Sherlock Holmes and his friend Doctor Watson would emerge any second from one of the dark recesses of the room. A mystery a foot—ready to be solved. I could almost smell the apple blend pipe tobacco smoldering in his pipe. I could see two massive darkly stained doors on what appeared to be the south end of the office. A large mirror with ornate edging was on one section of a wall. That mirror seemed so out of place in this room. It was as though the mirror was part of the wall. For some reason, that mirror gave me an unsettling feeling. Mr. Hudson was watching a monitor; the light from it gave him an eerie ghost like glow. He was quite and I walked up and stood between the two chairs. I cleared my throat. "I have the Wilson files you wanted sir. I mean Mr. Hudson, sir." I felt like a kid talking to the school's principal at junior high. Christ, the guy scared me. The muscles at the hinge of his jaw twitched a bit underneath his skin. "Thank you. Just place them on the right side of the desk." I took several steps and leaned in to place the folder where he said. I caught his eye as he tried to cop a peek of my boobs between a gap in my shirt. I reversed my steps and stood in silence waiting on whatever else he wanted. For seconds silence reigned. "Is that all?" I asked. Without looking up. "That's all Miss Richards." I turned and made a few steps back to the door when I heard his chair move. "Miss Richards?" "Yes, sir?" I said as I turned around. "How long have you been with my company?" "Almost five years, sir." I could hear his fingers tap on a keyboard. "You're twenty-seven and single?" "That's right. I have a boyfriend. As soon as things get back to normal, we plan on marrying." "Ah, damn economy. You know what Miss Richards?" "No sir?" "Washington needs to get their heads out of their ass and get some jobs going in the country. That's what we need." "I agree." I wasn't about to get into an argument about economics with him, and since you can't argue with someone who agrees with you, I moved my head up-and-down. "My boyfriend worked for Chrysler and poof, his job was gone, so everything came to a grinding stop. His unemployment had run out a month ago. I'm the bread winner now." "We need jobs." Mr. Hudson said. "Anything else?" I asked. "Nothing else." Somehow that brief conversation made me realize that Mr. Hudson really didn't like to lay his people off. I took a few more steps toward the door. "Miss Richards." I stopped and turned around. "Yes sir?" This time Mr. Hudson moved from behind his desk. My eyes followed him as he stood in front of this desk then he sat on its edge. I guess Mr. Hudson was approaching sixty. He was in good shape for a man of his years. Clearly he didn't let just his money run his life. His Gray-white hair barely covered his ears and his dark brown eyes had a serious almost controlling look to them. "Lily, you don't mind if I call you Lily do you?" I returned half a grin. "No...no, sir that's fine." "Good. Lily you're an attractive young woman." My face blushed. "Come again?" "We're both legal age and I'm not one to beat around the bush. You have a fine figure and quite frankly I'd like to more of it. As a matter of fact, I'd like to see all of it." I damn near shit myself when he said that. My face must have turned bright beet red as I felt it turn white-hot. Yet I wasn't embarrassed, kind of flattered actually, but none-the-less my boss shouldn't be saying that to a female employee. "That's not really what we should be talking about," I said, "There're guidelines posted in the lunch room about sexual harassment." I tried to read his expression on his face. Right or wrong, I knew I was standing on thin ice and I could hear it cracking under my heels Mr. Hudson moved his hands about in front of his body. His big hands were well manicured, well kept, and sported an expensive looking gold wedding band. "I'm not harassing you. I'm offering you a proposal. Call if an indecent proposal if you will." Shaking my head, I looked at him in his expensive slacks and dark designer suit that seemed to blend into the room perfectly. My thoughts turned to Lisa. "I won't sleep with you." There I said it. Boss or no boss. Job or no job. I could almost feel the icy water tickle my toes when the chunk of ice I was standing on gave way. I wasn't going to crawl into bed with a guy that was old enough to be my grandfather. Mr. Hudson seemed a bit tense. Perhaps he wasn't use to being turned down. We both stared at each other when Mr. Hudson spoke. "I'm not asking you to sleep with me. I'm not asking for sex." Now he looked fragile as though his ego was badly bruised from my sharpness. "Go on," I said half interested, "If you're not wanting sex, what then..." I ran out of words and looked at Mr. Hudson. "My wife Barbara and I have been married for over forty years. I want to stay married to her. I have two daughters, one will be graduating this spring from college, and I'm not going to throw all that away for a quick fuck on the sofa." I covered my chest with my arms. "What do you want?" I have to admit my interest was piqued. "When Barb went through midlife crisis, well let's just say the well dried up. We'll have sex now and then, but for her, it's just part of her wifely duties. She'd just as soon mow the grass than have sex. Now, don't get me wrong we both love each other deeply. I'm just not quite ready to toss in the towel just yet." Mr. Hudson moved his head side-to-side. "I know things don't work like they use to on me either." He smiled. "I'm getting old, too." I pressed my weight onto one foot. "But, you didn't say what you want." "It's simple. I want to watch you undress." "Here?" I asked almost falling over from the shock of his answer. Actually, I almost laughed at him. "Yes, right here in my office." I shook my head, and then shifted my weight onto my other foot. "I don't know. Undress as in everything?" "Correct. I want to watch you undress and then dress. I appreciate the female form." Moving my head side-to-side. "That's all?" "There's a bit more than just that," he said. "Oh, there're strings. There's always strings aren't there?" I said with a bit of sarcasm in my voice "Just a few," he replied, "I'll touch you in certain places, I'm sure you'll know where, and you'll touch me." Oh, Christ I thought. Mr. Hudson has some issues. On second thought, he's fucked in the head. I stammered my reply back. "Mr. Hudson, I-I-I can't-can't. Why-why don't you just go to the Holiday Inn by the airport and let a lady of the evening take care of your needs?" "Discretion. I need absolute discretion, Lily. If word got out or if I'm seen with a lady of shall we say less than honorable intentions, well let's just say that's not an avenue I want to drive down." Between the chitchat and the proposal offered, I've been standing in Mr. Hudson's office for about ten minutes. We both could see that something had to give. Mr. Hudson looked at the clock on his desk, the second hand clicking down time. "Ask me any questions you have. When you're done asking, you'll have thirty seconds to decide. If you don't want to partake of my offer, then this conversation never happened and you can go back to work without worry of repercussions from me—" "But?" I broke in. "You'll fire me if I don't agree." "You've been here long enough to know I'm a man of my word. If you choose to pass on my offer, then you pass. Several of your co-workers have agreed and they all seemed pleased with the arrangement." "Several?" "Discretion, Lily, is paramount. I won't tell you who, they won't tell you either. And if you agree, nothing that happens in this office leaves this office. You are never to tell a soul. Is that understood?" "Yeah, but—" "Ask anything you wish, but after the time is up, and you are still standing here, then that will tell me you have agreed to my terms." I felt my stomach turn and it seemed that the once cool room had suddenly become stuffy and hot. Perhaps it was my own body betraying me. I felt a tingle between my legs. The thought of stripping out of my business attire in front of Mr. Hudson clearly was tempting, and I just couldn't put my finger on it as to why I thought so. I cleared my throat. "No kissing," I said. "Agreed." I shook my head a few times. "No sex—just touching—that's all." His answer seemed to come slowly as though he was thinking about what I said. "Agreed." "Does everything come off?" I felt my face turn red on that one. The heat from my body seemed to increase. "Yes, everything comes off and you will undress in the order in which I desire. You will stand nude before me as I look upon you. Agreed?" I nodded back ever so slightly as I tried to think of more questions, but for the life of me my mind seemed to come up blank. Then it hit me. "What's in it for me?" I asked as I shifted my weight back to my other leg. "I will compensate you quite handsomely." "How handsomely?" I asked. My words came out sharp and clipped. "I like that. Right to point. I knew you had a good head on your shoulders. You're a job class eight. Would one week's salary be a good starting point?' My ears couldn't believe what they just heard. Half my salary would be nearly five hundred bucks. "Yes, it would be a good place to start," I said. Mr. Hudson smiled. "Any more questions?" Try as I could I couldn't come up with any. He pulled the clock over so we both could see the second hand tick. We watched it till the hand hit twelve. "You have thirty seconds to decide." I was frozen. My feet wanted to dash out the door, but somehow the idea was intriguing not to say the least was the money. Fifteen seconds left. My throat seemed to tighten cutting off my breath. I watched Mr. Hudson, his demeanor signaled nothing except that of confidence. My eyes followed the second hand as it counted down. Four, three, two, one. I was still standing in front of Mr. Hudson. I could have run then, but I knew I'd have to keep running right down to the unemployment office as Mr. Hudson was not a person to be told one thing then have it change. "We have an agreement then?" he asked. "Yes, we do." My words came out hollow and so weak and they seem to simply fall from of my lips and onto the carpet in a whimper. Mr. Hudson smiled. "Good choice." Then he walked back behind his desk and turned the light down. "Please, stand between the two chairs." Christ, I thought, that was quick. I somehow managed to move closer to this desk and took a few steps back. I turned around. My heart was pounding. My hands wet with perspiration. I stood before him with my hands down by my sides. The hem of my tan skirt just touched my knees. I wore a white shirt, and underneath I had on a pastel yellow bra. My fingers barely touched my thighs and the cheap drug store suntan pantyhose that covered them. How did I know this morning that I'd be standing in front of my boss ready to strip out of my clothes. I felt my head spinning. I stifled a laugh. I wished I had worn nicer undergarments. He folded his hand together, his thumbs nervously tapping themselves together. He leaned out a bit. "Take your panties off." I swear for a moment the irises darkened with something primitive. My heart stopped and I sucked in my last breath. I stood there frozen. My hands were unable to move. "Miss Richards, we do have an agreement don't we?" I squeaked out a faint "Yes." I felt like I just ate a butterfly sandwich. My stomach growled. He restated his command. "Take your panties off and place them here on my desk." Those words that came from out of Mr. Hudson's mouth shocked me at first. I paused, looked at him sitting behind his desk, then I shook off my left heel and using my toes I pushed the heel of my right shoe from my foot. I heard his chair groan and when I looked up, I could see the moue expression on his face. "No. No. No. Not like that." I stood quietly in my stocking feet. My toes wigged into the plush carpet. "It's all right," he begun, "I forgot this is your first time. Put your shoes back on." I reached down and slipped my toes back into my heels. I don't know why, but I straightened my skirt, knowing damn well in a few minutes I wouldn't be wearing it. "Skirt first." He directed. Make that seconds. My fingers moved behind my back and as I was just about to scoot it around my waist he stopped me. "No. From behind." Christ, he's picky. I reached behind and my fingers worked on that damn little metal hook and when I felt it pop, I pulled the zipper down. I watched his face light up while the sound of a zipper releasing metal filled the room. I felt my skirt bag around my waist and I held it up not wanting to let it drop. "Step out of it." I raised one foot then the other and stepped out of my skirt. I presented him with his trophy. I was standing in front of my boss, my skirt in my hands. He gestured with his hand and pointed to one of the chairs. I draped my skirt over the back. "Your heels, now, but don't kick them off, take them off by hand one at a time." I raised my left foot up to my right knee and slipped my heel off. I wasn't wearing what you could call a 'high heel' as they were only a couple of inches tall. They were just a pair of black pumps. I placed it carefully down on the carpet then did the same for my other heel. I could see where this was leading. The old guy got off watching. I place my shoes by the chair. "Your hose now," he said. His eyes were glowing. "Slowly," he said. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of the cheap pantyhose I wore, then pulled them down my waist, down my hips—" "Slowly," he commanded I slowed my pace and as sensually as one can take pantyhose off, I pulled and nudged them down my thighs, to my knees. I figured I'd slip them off the same way as I did my heels and that seemed to work as I caught Mr. Hudson smiling when I pulled the hose free of my toes. I tossed them on top of my skirt. In bare feet, a shirt and my panties, he looked at me and I knew he didn't need to tell me what came next. I slipped my fingers into he waistband of my white nylon boy shorts panties, sucked in a breath and pulled them down to my knees as slowly as I could, never breaking eye contact with him. The crotch popped out between my legs with a subdued snap. Oh God I wanted to die. As I pulled them down, a small pelt of brown fur about a wide as the palm of your hand was exposed. I did it. I stood there with my pussy hairs showing, my panties to my knees. "Stop." I looked up and I felt like a small fish and this shark was going to chew me up then spit me out. He just stared at me with my panties at my knees. Then with a slight movement of his finger I knew he wanted them off. "Place them on my desk." His voice seemed rather whispery. "Lay them out as though they were on your body." There I was. Standing in front of my boss with my pussy showing, my small forest of brown pubic hairs seemed to have his undivided attention. My panties were soon on his desk, spread out for whoever happened to come in. Mr. Hudson sat back in his chair, a look of victory on his face. His eyes seem to be locked onto my bush. As stealthily as I could I slipped a hand in front of me. The Wilson Files "Hands to your side," he said. His constant staring at me was freaking me out a bit. Christ, you'd thought there was an oil field hiding between my legs the way he looked at me. I swear I could see him lick his lips, as his glaze seemed to congeal on my body. "Nice, very nice," he said as his eyes moved back and forth. "It's good to see a bit of a bush. Hell, back in the 70s— now that's when women had some fur. Christ, today, it's as though someone clear cut the forest." I never thought it was possible to be groped by a pair of eyes, but that's exactly how it felt. Just like a pair of hands running over my half-naked body, those dark eyes of his were stirring my juices. I never considered myself much of an exhibitionist, but somehow, someway, his gaze was turning me on. I closed my eyes for a second. I remember how my boyfriends in college would undress me in the back of a car. We always had a good time. But, ooh God, if we were making out on the couch while my friends or his were in the other room, I'd wet the cushions. It was such a turn on for me knowing someone was watching us. I couldn't shake the feeling I was being watched by another set of eyes besides Mr. Hudsons. Those old college feelings were resurfacing. "Your bra next." My eyes opened and his words brought me back from my college days to his office. My glance caught the mirror on the wall. By no ones measure could I be considered voluptuous. I do get the attention of men from across a large room. I guess I'd describe my breasts as about the size of apples with perk nipples. I have dark pink areolae around each nipple. Taking a clue from my shoes and hose, I un-buttoned my shirt as carefully as I could, making sure I'd flash a bit of tan flesh as I laid the collar of my shirt back against my skin. Soon, the front of my bra came to view and I slipped my shirt off. I placed it across the arm of the chair next to me. It was way to late to have second thoughts. One pastel yellow lace nylon bra contained the last of my decency. Perhaps I've watched too many bad porn videos with my boyfriend, but for whatever reason, I turned my back to him, reached behind with my fingers and popped the clasp of my bra open. I let him see the straps fall loose across my back. My bra fell across my boobs and I held the bra the best I could with one hand. I turned around and as seductively as I could, holding my bra in my hands, I allowed it to slip lower till one of my nipples escaped from a yellow cup. I heard him moan slightly in the stillness of the office. I lowered my bra until my breasts were exposed. I felt my nipples twitch. I did it. I was nude in front of my boss. Who in the fuck would have thought I'd be standing here like this while I was getting ready for work this morning. I have to admit it, I was enjoying this perhaps more than Mr. Hudson. I noticed his right hand had mysteriously disappeared underneath his desk. Mr. Hudson leaned forward. "Excellent. Lily you have exquisite breasts." I felt my face blush. I listened to him pour compliments into my soul. It felt good. Damn, did it feel good! Mr. Hudson's words were warm and pleasant to my ears. Like fine expensive wool, his words wove around me like an old warm sweater shielding me from a cold Michigan winter. I heard him say, "Place your bra on my desk, just above your panties." Doing as I was told, I returned to the spot between the two chairs. I just stood there waiting for another order. It didn't take long and with the flick of his fingers I knew he want me to part my legs. My feet scuffed into the carpet and I moved my legs apart. I was nude, humiliated, and horny as hell. My splay legs tumbled. I felt that tingling sensation between my legs I always get when my hormones are in turmoil. Shit, I felt my cunt weep small crystal drops of juice and they quietly flowed down my inner thigh to my knee. I closed my eyes, as I didn't want to see Mr. Hudson's reaction. Suddenly, the phone rang and I must have jumped twenty feet into the air. I heard Mr. Hudson speak quietly into the phone, I couldn't hear what he was saying, then a smile leaked out at the corners of his mouth. He put the phone down and the sound of Mr. Hudson's chair moving fill the office. He walked over to a large armoire that blended in so well with the surrounding décor, it was almost invisible—I never noticed it when I came into the office. He fidgeted with a small key he obtained from a pant's pocket. He turned the lock and pulled the double doors open. The hinges squeaked. Curious, I leaned over to my right, trying to sneak a peek at what was hiding inside the inconspicuous chest. I heard some papers rattling and within a minute he closed the doors, locked them, and returned to his desk. He pocketed the key. A small package was in his hands. "Lily, I don't mind you wearing pantyhose, but what you had on were not at all becoming to you," he said as his fingers opened the package. I heard the sound of cellophane crinkle. He held his hand out. "Here, put these on." He handed me a pair of thigh highs stockings. I cocked my head to one side. God only knew what else in that chest. The stockings were a transparent stone gray; the color was split between dusk and twilight, but quite sheer. I could tell they were expensive when I ran my fingers across them. "One at time, and slowly, there's no need to rush this," he said. Sitting on the chair that was open I slipped my toes inside a stocking and rolled the sheer nylon up my legs as slowly as I could, stopping every few inches to tug the material tight on my leg. I did the same with the other stocking and snapped the lace top against my skin. Damn it, my pussy was just aching for attention, anyone's attention. I felt what seemed like long streamers of my pussy juice run down the inside of my leg damming up at the lace top of those stockings. "Lily, are you wet?" Shit, he noticed, too. I was shocked by his forthright question. I couldn't lie out of it. "Yes..." He pushed himself from the back of his chair, raised a brow and asked, "Show me." I hesitated for a few seconds and then as though I had no control over my hands, one hand moved down pass my waist, stopped for a second and then it slipped between my legs. I felt my warm slippery juice surround my fingers. My fingers were submerged in my own lust. I lingered there for a second or two and then pulled my hand out. I raised my hand about waist high, and moved my fingers back and forth across each other. They slid frictionless. My fingers glistened in the dim light of the room. "Excellent! Put your heels on, then your shirt." "My bra? Panties?" I asked with a slight begging tone thrown in for good measure. He didn't reply. The old bastard had me hot and he didn't do a damn thing but ask me to strip for him. I noticed another long rivulet of cunt juice as it twisted down my leg. With his hands folded on his desk, his eyes watching my every move, his finger pointed at my skirt on the chair. "You can put that on now. I'll leave the rest here for safe keeping." I stepped back into my skirt and the metal catch found its way into the hook and I pulled the zipper up. I straighten my skirt around my waist and stood there. There I was, naked under my clothing. No bra, no panties. Mr. Hudson handed me the Wilson folder. "A few names need to be verified. I'll email you when I think you'll have them ready." "But--" "I'll send you an email." God! My pussy on was on fire, pleading for some attention and he calmly tells me he'll send me an email? What the fuck! Taking the folder from his hand, I stopped for a second and looked down at my bra and panties still lying on his desk. I turned and walked to those huge doors and then out of his office. I didn't make it twelve steps when it dawned on me. I had suntan hose on when I went into his office and I'm coming out with translucent gray stockings on. Sure has hell, someone will notice the difference. As I made a few turns down the hallway to my office, I quickly noticed my nipples were rubbing against the fabric of my shirt. Little-by-little they plumped up and pushed out against the material. They were begging to get out from underneath my shirt. With each step they grew larger, fuller, and longer. It seemed as though a blacksmith forged them in the heat of a furnace, making them so hot and pointy they could burn through the very fabric that held them prisoner. I pressed the manila folder up to my chest, hiding the truth from my friends. And the truth was? That old man got me so fucking horny; I'd screw a monk if one happened to walk by. Trying not to break into a run, I made my way to my office cubical as quickly as I could. My heart pounded in my chest. My skin felt flushed. I sat down nervously—the fabric of the chair felt rough on my bare ass. I tried to push some of my skirt under me. I was a total mess. I pushed myself up as close to my desk as possible and stared at a blank monitor. My fingers shook as I pressed the space bar, waking up the terminal. I just stared at the screen for a few moments then I pressed 'F5' refresh. Nothing. The email screen remained blank. I scanned the office, everyone seemed to be busy, and they didn't seem to know or even care about my problem. I started to feel a bit more at ease with my nakedness under my clothing. There was something naughty about being nude under my business attire. I closed my eyes for a moment when I noticed my hand had worked under the hem of the skirt. I bit down on my lip while my fingers explored the wetness between my thighs. I couldn't recall when I've been like this. Perhaps during college when the only thing between being totally naked during a game of strip poker was a pair of very wet pantyhose and three aces. I touched the soft moist hairs between my legs. The tip of a finger meandered through my short hairs. "Shit!" I looked up; Lisa was standing next to my desk. I didn't hear her coming. 'F5' refresh. Nothing. "How'd it go in the big man's office? Didn't catch hell did you?" Lisa asked. "No, everything is fine. No problems." We chatted about nothing of importance for a few minutes. I'd kept pushing the F5 button refreshing the email with my left hand. My fingers were still between my legs. I knew she had to know something was up. Lisa might be an airhead, but she's not stupid. I followed her eyes to my thighs and my hand under my skirt. "Problems down there, Lily?" Lisa asked. My mind raced and within nanoseconds I invented a quick lie. "Damn file cabinet snagged my pantyhose. All I had were a pair of stockings and I can't seem to get the tops to stay up." "Bummer," Lisa said, "I was just curious about your meeting. Thought maybe he'd tell you how work looks around here. I'll talk to you later." Lisa wiggled her ass down the walkway toward her little corner of bliss. I looked at the clock. It was well pass four in the afternoon and soon the office would close for the evening. I thought perhaps Mr. Hudson's phone call had priority over me and he simply forgot. I pressed 'F5' refresh button. My heart stopped. The email icon turned red, a new message was in my mailbox. My fingers shook. What I wanted an hour ago, I was now deadly afraid of. The email was short and to the point. 'I'd like to review the Wilson file with you. Bring it in as soon as possible.' "Fuck." I glanced at the clock, it was now a quarter till five. Most of the staff was busy shutting done equipment and getting ready to go home. I grabbed the folder, held it to my chest and made a beeline back to the corporate offices. The first two secretaries had already gone home. I walked up to the desk of the last secretary as she was shutting down her terminal. "Miss Richards—" "He's expecting you. I hope you have everything in order. Mr. Hudson doesn't like to be disappointed." I returned a half-hearted smile and walked over to those huge doors. I heard the electric latch buzz and I pulled a door open. I entered his domain, this time instead of an English pub, I felt like I was in a medieval castle. Gone was the glow from the desk light and computer monitor, in their place cracked crystal glass sconces mounted on the walls were dimmed low and illuminated the darkened room. I didn't see Mr. Hudson so I sheepishly called out his name. "Mr. Hudson. Ah, Lily Richards with the Wilson file. I'm back." I heard a door open and just when I turned my back the light from that open door stabbed my eyes. I turned away and the door closed. Twilight once again enveloped the room. Mr. Hudson walked over to me, gone were the expensive pants and designer suit. In their place he wore a deep burgundy red smoking jacket tied together around his waist by two fluffy ties. His feet were bare. I drew in a big gulp of air. I knew what was going down. I swallowed hard. Mr. Hudson sat down on the leather sofa, he draped his arms along the back and looked at me like I was some kind of tribute offered to him by a defeated army. Mr. Hudson, a knight from the famed King Authur's round table, his hauberk removed while a servant maiden was busy polishing it to a metallic luster in another chamber. His halberd and morion were being made ready for another quest. I stood before him, the spoils of a victory. I reached behind my head and loosened a silver hair clip. I shook my head, then ran my fingers through my hair, a cataract of golden hair streamed down over my shoulders. A shadow of a smile touched his lips then the corners of his eyes crinkled in delight. His smile broaden. "Put the folder on my desk and step in front of me." His voice was low and confident in the stillness of the office. I placed the folder on the desk; my panties and bra lay undisturbed from earlier that day. I took the few steps back and stood before him. With his arms still lying across the back of the sofa, his eyes were scanning my body; I thought I heard the soft sigh of a child. "Lily, take your skirt off and place it on the chair." I reached behind my back and fumbled with the hook and zipper. Quicker than the last time, I pealed the garment down my waist, pass my hips then tugged it from my feet. That tingle I had felt earlier had returned with a vengeance. I looked at Mr. Hudson. That small grin on his face had grown into a full-blown smile. "Your shirt now." My breasts were more than eager to be freed from the prison that held them. I dropped my shirt onto the floor. My eyes glanced down and I saw my nipples, puffy and erect, begging for attention. I gulped down a few more quick breaths of air. "Come closer," he said as he wiggled his finger at me, his arms still lying across the back of the sofa. I took a few steps in. He wiggled his finger. Two more steps. Another wiggle. I moved in till my knees were touching the sofa's brown leather cushion. There was no hiding the fact I was turned on. Twin droplets of warm cunt juice collected then combined with others to finally drip down onto the carpet. I watched his eyes as they caught and then followed those long drops of liquid as they wept from my cunt. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to hear the liquid sounds of sex I will make as I push aside my small inner lips apart and touch myself in the most intimate way. He wants to know he can still make a young woman swollen, sodden and compromised. He wants proof of his manhood. I swayed in my heels as I proceeded to prove to him the man he still is; the man of his youth. I closed my eyes and the room fills with the sounds of my fingers moving in and out of my cunt— the sounds of wet sex. I jumped. Mr. Hudson's hands were tugging the tops of my stockings up, pulling the sheer nylon tight against my skin. He pulled so tight; he raised my shoes off the carpet. "I like that," he said. A look of deep satisfaction filled his face, while bright shards of lust filled his eyes. Mr. Hudson placed his arms back across the sofa. His knees were apart. I followed his eyes to the two burgundy ties around his waist. I knew. I bent down, my breasts changed shape as I leaned in. I felt his hand on a breast, then the other. Ooh, God, finally! He rolled a nipple between his fingers, cupping my breast with his other hand. My eyes were closed and I relished his gentle touch. He took my breasts into his hands, leaned out and kissed each nipple, running his tongue across the tip. I shuddered where I stood. A pair of fingers parted my hair between my legs and returned to my breasts, smearing my juice onto a breast, which is quickly licked off. My knees began to buckle. I reached down the pulled on one of the ties around his jacket. I pushed one side then the other apart. My heart stopped. My breaths slowed, then they too, stopped. His body was well trimmed, while tan lines marked the outline of a non-existing bathing suit. A few chest hairs, silver in color, dotted his upper body. Mr. Hudson was lean and well built. He took good care of his body as I could see the results sitting before me. Suddenly, my eyes caught Mr. Hudson's cock, which stood erect between his legs. I could tell he was proud of it by the way he smiled. Hell, a man in his twenties would have been just as proud. His cock bobbed and swayed back and forth like a snake ready to strike out at any second. Mr. Hudson's fingers wrapped around the shaft, leaving more than enough room for a second hand. One slow longing stroke of his hand, and a single opal drop of cum seemed to boil to the top. It glistened in the dim light from the sconces. I reached down and squeezed the droplet between my fingers. Slippery and warm to the touch, I raised my fingertips to my lips and tasted his cum. It was salty and musky. I wanted more. Mr. Hudson removed his grip and his cock stood erect proclaiming its dominance over me. The maiden, the damsel, the prize of victory, the office worker, I was all of that. I was his. Whispers of apprehension flowed over my body. Mr. Hudson's splayed thighs trembled as his muscles twitched and lurched. I was having second thoughts about telling him no sex. I wanted that cock. I wanted to feel it fill me. I thought about my boyfriend, but there would be no parley when it came to him. I'd stay true with my word. I bit my lips, I felt my knees weaken and I lowered myself between his legs, my hand on that magnificent cock, my lips touched the cock head. Hot. I felt his heart beating against my lips. I took in the scent of his body, the cologne he wore, the salty, lusty smell of a man read to explode. I flipped a handful of my hair over my shoulders and let a curtain of gold tumble down upon his cock. He moaned out softly. "What would you like me to do?" I asked, already knowing the answer. "Kiss it. Please, Lily." His voice had a beggar's tone to it as I moved my head back and fourth allowing my hair to tease the very tip of his cock. It now stood at attention, like an angry soldier standing in formation just waiting on permission from me. I placed his cock to my lips, the head swollen and red, I licked the small slit and caught a drop, and then another drop of cum as it oozed to the tip. I reached down into the curly patch of brown hair growing at the root and wrapped my fingertip around several, pulling them gently away from his body. His torso moved, then jerked with every gentle tug of my finger. Mr. Hudson, a knight of old perhaps in this dark and forbidding room, but for now, I was his tormentor. I noticed his hands moving up to my breasts, inviting and so tempting, but I pushed his hands away. "Please, Lily." His voice took on a new urgency. I allowed him to cup my breasts, palming them with his hands while I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Reaching down between his legs, I scooped up his sac and rolled his jewels between my fingers. The Wilson Files "Lily...please..." I watched as a glistening trail of white cum bubbled up and out of the head of his cock, then flowed down the backside of his cock to bath the very balls I was holding. I licked his cum from his balls. I knew he was seconds away for coming. I leaned in more and held his cock with my hand, gently running my fingertip across his shaft. I pushed his swollen mushroom head to my lips, hesitated for a few seconds, and then I lowered my head down even more and pushed his cockhead between my lips. As I did, his ass lifted off the leather sofa. "Oh, Christ." He moaned out. My tongue danced across the tip of his cock, drawing small circles around the slit. I heard the sounds of leather giving way to his hands as they dug into the back of the sofa. I shook my head a bit and my hair fell down around my hand holding his cock. Somehow, I managed to slip a fingertip between my legs and I touched my swollen rosebud with the lightest of touches. I didn't know which one of us was going to climax first. I sucked on his cock, and then released it from my mouth. I moved my tongue down the length of his cock, placing small kisses as I went. He moaned out in both pain and pleasure. I kissed his sac, sucking a ball up into my mouth. Soon, I had his cock pressed to my lips. I sucked more drops of cum from the small slit. He was mine and it was time. With both hands, I pumped his cock, licked his cock head. With the lightest touch, I ran a single fingertip across the slit, lubricated by his white cum. My lips surrounded his cock, my tongue tormented his skin. I felt his body buck, his muscles twitched, his fingers dug deep into my shoulders. A quick jerk, then another, followed by moans, another jerk. Hot. His cock filled with fire, so hot it seemed to burn my lips. He exploded his load into the back of my throat. I gobbled it down. Then the strangest thing happened. While I drain Mr. Hudson of every last drop of cum he had, I heard him say, as though talking to himself out loud. In a hollow childlike voice his words came tumbling out. "Barbara, I can still do it..." His breathing soon returned to normal. I stood and pulled the stockings tight against my flesh. "Lily," he began, "your boyfriend is one luck man. It's your turn now. Turn around." He said intentionally and with absolute confidence. As my feet moved, I noticed Mr. Hudson tying his robe back together. I looked over my shoulder at him. "Leave that off, if you don't mind." He smiled at me as though I just told him the clock of time had been reset forty years. His hands roamed over my ass. I felt him push my cheeks apart and then a finger meandered down from my back, between my ass cheeks, down my thighs to finally stop at my ankle. He stood and took one of the chairs and turned it slightly to the mirror. I sat down. My body jerked when my skin touched the cool smooth texture of the leather. He raised one leg and lowered it over the arm of the chair, then the other. My feet dangled across the arms. I pushed my head back into the leather. I felt his hot breath blow pass my ear. "Spread your lips for me." My breathing labored, my fingers under his control, I felt my arms move and my fingers slid down my waist, they lingered in the small patch of brown fur. I pulled aside the lips of my pussy with two fingers. The openness and exposure made my clit hyper sensitive. Mr. Hudson's finger moved from my breast and made its journey down between my legs. He just touched me, like the glance of a feather, on the stiffness below the silky hood enfolding my clit. I rose up, trying to push his fingers deeper inside me. I was wet for him. I wanted him. My cunt throbbing as his touch continued to explore all the folds of my pussy. I saw the well-feigned lust in his eyes. A warm strong hand moved down between my legs and caressed my inner thigh. His fingers wiggled inside the lace top of the stockings I wore, gently pulling them lower down my legs. I heard his voice in my ear. "Ask me to make you cum, Lily." His fingers made small circles around a nipple then he rolled it about between his thumb and forefinger. "Ask me, Lily." "Yes, make me cum. Please, Mr. Hudson. Make me cum." I was practically begging at this time. He walked over to the armoire he got the stockings from and pulled the door open a bit. He returned with a small plastic tube that he quickly slipped over his forefinger. I heard it buzz. He started at the top of one of my stockings and began an inexorable ascent up my thighs. I closed my eyes and gripped the arms of the chair. My cunt throbbed in apprehension. My muscles in my legs tighten. Ooh, God! That buzzing little bastard had lite my fuse. I come up from the chair, my butt cheeks stuck to the leather, a coating of cunt juice smeared across my ass. I was so wet, rivulets of need saturated my furry patch. He wiggled his finger inside my wet interior heat. I felt his other hand pull and kneed my short brown hairs between his fingertips. My legs trembled. My breasts were on fire. He spread my wet inner folds apart, my clit exposed to his eyes at last. I was swollen and erect. Suddenly, I felt the vibrations on my clit. "Oh, Jesus... Do me!" His vibrating finger touched my clit. I heard my voice wavering. "Ooh. Ooh. Ooh." My insides burned like a microwave running full tilt. I felt my toes curl inside my heels. I could swear I smelled the leather burn from the heat of my body. Then, a thousand, trillion neutron stars exploded all at once. I climax like I've never done in my life. I came once, then another, then a third time. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled and ebbed through my body only to begin again. As the waves of my last climax faded at last, I look about. I apparently shook off on of my heels, my stockings had rolled down to my ankles. Drops of sweet rolled down between my breasts. I was getting my bearings back when he lifted my legs down from the arms of the chair and lowered them to the floor. "Here, allow me." He tugged my stockings up my legs as tightly as before then he lifted my foot and slipped my heel back on. Mr. Hudson had put his robe back on. I stood and pushed the chair back to its original position. When I looked at the desk, my panties and bra were gone. "Lily, you can dress now," he said as he tightened the straps around his waist. "But—" "You won't be needing your under things tonight." "But—" "They'll be safe with me. I'll keep them with the others." My eyes dilated in the dim light. "Others?" "I mentioned that earlier." He picked up the Wilson folder and opened it. I saw him slip in a small white envelope. He handed me the folder. "I think you'll find this satisfactory." Fifteen minutes ago, I had his cock in my mouth, his fingers were in my pussy, and now as though someone flipped a switch, Mr. Hudson was back as, well Mr. Hudson. Completely business all the way. I was just finishing up with the buttons on my shirt. When out of the blue, my words came tumbling out. "Mr. Hudson, was your wife watching us?" It looked as though someone sucked the very life from his body. His face turned gray and he stared at me. "Would it made any difference?" he asked. I straightened my skirt. It felt odd standing in from of my boss with nothing more on that a pair of stockings, a shirt, skirt and a pair of shoes. After what just transpired, I thought what the hell. I lifted the hem of my skirt up to my waist and messed with the lace stocking tops, just to give him one more look. My fingers fidgeted with my stockings for a minute then I lowered my skirt. I looked him directly in his eyes. "Perhaps," I began, "if your wife needs some help, well..." Mr. Hudson handed me the Wilson folder. "Have a good weekend, Lily." That was it. No thank you, no how'd it make you feel. No nothing. What we just did was nothing more than just what he said it would be. I turned and walked to the doors, pushing one open, I stepped back into the empty secretary's office. I made it about twenty feet when I heard my name. "Lily!" "Mr. Hudson?" He walked over then handed me a small envelope. "Thank you," he said. Mr. Hudson turned and walked back into his office. The doors closed with a resounding thud. I sat down on of the desks, opened the Wilson folder and reached in and took out the envelope. I opened it. "Holly shit!" I covered my mouth. Inside, I counted over a thousand dollars. My heart pounded. I looked back at his office, wanting to run back in and thank him. I slipped my fingers into the second envelope and pulled out a small sliver of paper. I read the quickly written note. "Lily, thank you for proving my husband is still a young a man at heart." It was signed Barbara. I felt my stomach drop. I knew it. I felt it. I'd bet money that large mirror was two-way glass, and his wife was watching her husband seduce me. Barbara watched me as I stripped down in front of her husband. Maybe that was why I was so turned on. I had a feeling I was being watched. "Damn." I went home and later that night I made love to my boyfriend, Glenn, like it was our first time together. Weeks passed since I stood in Mr. Hudson's office nude. I was all right with it. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed getting Mr. Hudson off. I thought about his wife, I wondered how she felt about it. Was it her idea or his? I don't know how, or even if Mr. Hudson had anything to do with it but out of the blue, Glenn got a job at Ford Motors as a process engineer. Things are looking up for us. Things are getting better. A few employees were called back. I was busy at my desk when the email icon blinked red as a new message came in. It seems Mr. Hudson wants to review some additional data with his wife and me. I grab the Wilson files, tug my nylons tight on my legs and walk to the corporate office. I open those big doors... As I entered his office, I saw his wife standing in front of one of the chairs, sans skirt. But, I guess that will be another story for another time.