7 comments/ 213708 views/ 8 favorites A Woman's Journal (Month 04) By: HarleyFatboy1 (This is the third installment of my ongoing story titled, "A BusinessWoman's Journal". Each installment is listed by the month of the journal entries, starting with April/May. Hope you enjoy the evolution of Ms. E Harley.) July 2010 Thursday, July 1, 2010 Mr. Valequez called me out of the blue "just to say Hi". He was hoping that I might be able to come to his office next week and go over his June statement with him. We settled on the day and time and said our goodbyes. I am finding him to be quite seductive. Wednesday, July 7, 2010 I found myself obsessing over what I was going to wear to see Mr. Valequez today due to his roaming hands. My husband is home this week and we had quite an argument over what I wear to work with "my tight fitting skirts and high heels" as he felt that I dressed like a "slut". I immediately went back upstairs and changed into my teeniest and tightest pair of panties that have a tendency to crawl up my bottom as I sit, and thus end up covering only a half of my cheeks. I knew that they would create an almost irresistible panty line for Mr. Valequez. I also changed into a light blue fitted rayon blouse that clearly showed the outline of my demicup push up bra along with a lightweight tan skirt that emphasized my bottom creating a clear outline of my teeny panties through the fabric. I was so upset at my husband's comments that I intended to give Mr. Valequez a real treat today. (Or was the treat for me?) I showed up at his office early and relaxed in the lush sitting area outside of his door. Today I felt every bit as sexy as his assistant looked. Mr. Valequez came out to greet me and as he escorted me into his office I noticed how he hung back a little to check me out. That wayward hand of his was placed on my lower back to lead me into his office, but as I moved forward it not so discreetly moved downward onto my bottom and explored me as I had hoped he would. I purposely walked slower requiring him to guide me into his office by pushing his hand against my tightly encased bottom. I again felt the warm flush of embarrassment and excitement course through my body. Mr. Valequez told me that I looked "absolutely delicious" and was so happy to see me again. He asked whether I was married and for how long. I am sure that he could tell by my tone that things were not great for me with my husband, but he didn't pry for any more information. I reviewed his investment statement with him and answered all of his questions, although he seemed to spend most of his time looking at me with a wonderful admiring and somewhat unsettling predatory expression. This time I had brought copies so there was no reason to stand by his desk, although I found myself missing the extra attention that my close proximity to him afforded me. We then said our good byes and I received another hug from him that caught me completely off guard making me weak in the knees as he pressed me hard against his surprisingly muscular body. I could feel the pressure of his hands against my side and back for hours afterward. Talk about a tingling from head to toe. Friday, July 9, 2010 I got a call from reception today and was told that there was a package for me at the front desk. I went to get it and had my friend, Linda, come over to my desk as I opened it. It was from Mr. Valequez. The beautifully wrapped box contained a beige lightweight and almost sheer silk dress with buttons that went from the neckline all the way down to the hem, which was almost ankle length. It contained a card from Mr. Valequez that read, "To my favorite customer liaison. I believe that your beautiful body would look absolutely magnificent in this dress. I hope that you are comfortable enough to wear it without any lining, as it would conceal the wonderful display that you would be providing in the bright sun at my Summer Charity party, Saturday July 25th, 2009, 1:00 p.m. Your ardent admirer, Juan Diego Valequez Linda turned to me and said, "Somebody has the hots for you!" As I pulled the dress out of the package a very beautiful and delicate white lace bra with sheer demi cups and a matching white string bikini panty with a sheer lace front and teeny bows on each hip fell out of the package. Linda exclaimed, "Oh my God! I think he wants you to wear these underneath." Then she added, "I think I really like this Juan Diego." Thursday, July 15, 2010 Tomorrow is our annual company picnic, and today was my first opportunity to meet Mr. Mayhew. I was called to our reception area to greet him as well as to spend most of the day with him going over his investment portfolio and filling out the preliminary papers for a business loan that we would be providing him. Mr. Mayhew is a tall, light haired, well-dressed and distinguished gentleman, who has the ability to put you immediately at ease. He is a pleasure to talk to, because he looks you directly in the eyes and pays attention to what you have to say. He doesn't let his eyes wander to your bosom nor did I see him checking out any other woman in the office, while I was with him. He is a perfect gentleman. He has piercing blue eyes along with a receding hairline that he accents by cutting his hair close to the scalp. I spent the day with him in the office going over his statements and found him to be very intelligent, professional, and a joy to be around. He continuously complimented me on my knowledge and presentation skills, and went out of his way to tell Mr. Von Elder how much he enjoyed working with me. I noticed a peculiar smile on Mr. Von Elder's face when Mr. Mayhew complimented me to him. It seems that he knew something about Mr. Mayhew that I was eventually going to learn. In the middle of the day, I took Mr. Mayhew to lunch. We drove a short distance to a nearby restaurant where I was determined to find out more about this marvelous man. We started with typical small talk, but in a very short time started to talk about more personal aspects of ourselves. As we began to eat, I asked Mr. Mayhew about his hobbies, and he shared with me that he was an amateur photographer. I asked him what kind of photos did he take, and he surprised me when he said that he enjoyed taking photos of shy and beautiful women. I then asked him whether he was attending our company picnic tomorrow to which he replied, "Yes, In fact I have a favor to ask." I said, "Sure. What is it?' "Would you bring a pair of high heels to the picnic tomorrow since I would love to photograph you?" He said. I was so flustered, all I could say was, "OK". Tonight I lay awake feeling very pleased that my newest client wants to photograph me. He likes to photograph beautiful women, so I guess I must be one of them. Friday, July 16, 2010 Today is a beautiful and sunny day. I put on a blue bustier under a Hawaiian patterned linen blouse. I picked out a pair of matching light blue nylon bikini panties that had two bows over each hip. These particular panties are quite tight across my bottom and as a result they display quite a bit of my cheeks, and are well hidden at the bottom of my lingerie drawer. I was feeling a little frisky after Mr. Mayhew's compliment yesterday. Along with these I picked a short white linen skirt with a back zipper and a pair of comfortable sandals. There was no need for stockings, since it was summer and a casual workday. As I was getting ready to leave the house to get to the park early enough to help set up and to coordinate the caterer, I remembered to put a pair of tan high heels into a plastic bag to bring along. The rest of the morning was busy with getting everything coordinated. The picnic got underway and everyone was having a good time. I sat with Linda and Mr. Mayhew at lunch and we talked about his visit. He again complimented me on my work with him and how much he enjoyed meeting me. As various games and activities got underway, Mr. Mayhew pulled his camera from his pocket and took some pictures. He then turned to me and asked, "Do you have your heels with you?" I nodded. "Take me somewhere more private," he commanded and took my hand. I noticed a dramatic change in his demeanor as he took charge of me leading us away from the other employees. Mr. Mayhew and I started down one of the paths and soon we found ourselves about 400 feet from the picnic area. I was so thrilled to be alone with him and ready to be a part of his collection of "beautiful women". As we turned a corner that blocked us from the picnic area, Mr. Mayhew turned to me and said, "You can remove your skirt now." I nervously responded, "I don't understand." He replied with a very stern look and commanded, "Do it!" I could easily rationalize my reaction to my job's responsibilities to please the customer, but I knew that something deeper inside of me was fostering my compliance with his directive. It is such a confusing dynamic when a man that you barely know looks you directly in the eyes and tells you to undress. We are taught from early on to conceal our nakedness from others and yet are inundated with images from advertisers and other media that tell us what is sexy and how to be sexy. Why does Victoria's Secret sell so many bras and panties if we are always to remain fully clothed? Why do I enjoy wearing little panties under my skirts? Do I secretly desire to show them off? Am I looking for confirmation that as a wife and mother, I am still sexy? Why aren't I vehemently objecting to Mr. Mayhew's demand? All of these thoughts went through my head as I looked back into Mr. Mayhew's eyes. With my heart pounding like a sledgehammer, I put down my plastic bag, reached my hands behind my back, undid the clasp on my linen skirt and pulled down the zipper. I kicked off my sandals, letting my skirt drop down to my feet, and stepped out of it. There I stood in my Hawaiian blouse, and teeny bikini panties in full view of Mr. Mayhew. The look in his eyes was a clear indication that I was outdoors on full display in very little clothing. "Put your heels on," he demanded as he got his camera ready. I turned away from him and bent over to the sound of "Very nice" escaping his mouth as my nylon covered bottom faced him allowing me to pull my tan heels out of the bag as I looked for a place to put them on. I sat down on a railroad tie retaining wall and put my heels on. My heart was in my throat and I was finding it hard to breathe as I sat their exposed from the waist down. I could feel a slight throbbing between my legs as Mr. Mayhew watched me through his camera lens. He directed me into various poses that exposed my panties front and back to his approving gaze. I felt no necessity other than to do as I was told despite knowing that at any moment I could be seen by any number of people that I worked with. I was so vulnerable and stripped of all modesty as the heat built between my legs. He complimented me on wearing panties that coordinated with my tops and expressed how much he was going to enjoy "working" with me. My nipples were fully erect inside my bustier, and I was starting to feel very flushed. It seemed so humiliating to pose suggestively for this stranger and yet I had no desire to deny him his wishes. He then pointed to a large rock and told me to sit on it with one leg extended and the other one bent like a true pin up model. Because I couldn't climb onto it with my heels on, I was required to sit on the front of it and then inch my bottom up the rock until my entire body was displayed on it. This process required me to constantly be opening and closing my legs, which had a noticeable effect on Mr. Mayhew's composure. Every time my legs would part, he stared directly at my crotch without concealing his pleasure. The act of compliance to his whims and will was physically affecting me as my breathing was coming in little gasps of ecstasy. I was getting very turned on from my exposure, which now was getting close to 20 minutes of time. Mr. Mayhew took his last photo and told me that I had done quite well for my first time. As I inched myself back down the rock, I found that each time I slid my bottom on the rock, my nylon panties would rub quite pleasurably between my legs. This sensation became quite exquisite and I found myself starting to forget that I was sitting in front of a man that I had met for the first time just the day before. Each time I inched my bottom further down the rock, the sensation of my panties pulling up became more and more sensual. I realized that if I didn't stop my sliding motion soon, I was going to orgasm right in front of Mr. Mayhew. The more that I thought about the humiliating experience of orgasming in front of him, the more intense the sensations became. Being outside and told to strip by a complete stranger only a few hundred feet from all of my coworkers; the way Mr. Mayhew was looking at me with such a sexually charged expression; the sensation of the cold stone surface on my naked skin; and the thought that I was so close to an orgasm had me right on the edge of losing total control. I knew that I needed to just sit still to avoid further embarrassment, but my suppressed desire to completely submit to my sexual feelings impelled me to keep sliding. So I continued my sensual progress down the rock. As I continued my movement, the pull of the nylon between my legs as well as all of the other visual and mental stimulations that I was experiencing, took me over that edge. As I came to the bottom of the rock surface, I involuntarily crossed my legs and squeezed my thighs tightly together as my body started to convulse. My long delayed orgasm had begun. Mr. Mayhew grinned at me in complete satisfaction, as I sat there with my legs tightly crossed spasming on the hard rock surface. I placed my right hand on the rock surface right between my legs and pushed my pelvis against my arm in order to try and stop the convulsions. But my actions only served to make it look like I was humping my arm. My eyes glossed over as a series of loud moaning escaped my open mouth. As I continued to convulse on the rock, Mr. Mayhew stood and watched me with an expression of pure self-gratification. When I finally stopped spasming he told me to spread my legs to show him the evidence of my excitement. It was so demeaning and embarrassing to have him see the wet spot on the crotch of my light blue panties as it only served to exhibit his authority over me. "You are quite beyond my expectations, Ms. Harley." He said with a most satisfied smile and then he told me to give him my panties. I didn't know what to say as he was my assigned client, but I had no desire to be half naked, particularly from the waist down. I quickly got redressed and then reached up under my skirt and pulled my light blue nylon panties down my legs, and handed them to Mr. Mayhew. He put them to his face and took a long whiff of the wet spot on the crotch. "Lovely aroma, my dear, " he said to me and then walked back down the path to the picnic I just sat there allowing the flush of heat to leave my body as I tried to regain my composure. When we got back to the picnic, Mr. Mayhew was wearing my panties in the pocket of his sport coat as if it were a pocket silk. I was so humiliated when I saw him pull them from his breast pocket and hand them to Mr. Von Elder, who then looked my way and smiled. How can I possibly go into work next Monday? And at the same time, how can't I? Monday, July 19, 2001 First thing, Monday morning I was called into Mr. Von Elder's office. I was so concerned that I was about to be fired for everything and anything. Mr. Von Elder surprised me by complimenting me on my work with Mr. Valequez and Mr. Mayhew. He told me that they were both very happy with me and how pleased he was with my work. I was so nervous as I thanked him for his kind words. I was then dismissed, however as Mr. Von Elder walked me to his door he added, "I love your choice of panties, E. They had quite a distinctive odor," and squeezed my bottom quite hard. I was absolutely mortified and yet for some unexplainable reason I felt complimented as I turned to him and replied, "Thank you." Tuesday, July 20, 2010 I brought a small rubber ball to work today and found that if I slip it under my skirt and push it up to my crotch, I can cross my legs and squeeze my thighs together thus creating a most delightful sensation that will eventually result in a wonderful orgasm. I delighted myself on and off all day today. Friday, July 23, 2010 The rubber ball has gotten quite a workout all week. That little phrase from Mr. Von Elder, "I love your choice of panties" and his hard squeeze of my bottom has lit a fire that I never knew was there. Yes, I am embarrassed, but at the same time, it was so erotic. Saturday, July 24, 2010 Today is Mr. Valequez's Summer Charity party. I put on the outfit that he sent me along with the set of white sheer lace scalloped bra and string bikini panties. My daughter happened to see me in the bedroom as I was getting ready and remarked, "Wow! Mom, you look so sexy. Is Dad coming home today?" It was difficult for me to explain that I was going to a client's summer party. Mr. Valequez had a car pick me up at my house, which was so impressive and elegant. It drove me to one of the best neighborhoods in the city where it entered a gated neighborhood. The driveway ended in front of a magnificent hacienda style mansion with an incredible stone exterior and leaded glass windows. The front door was a set of hand carved Spanish teak double doors. The interior was just as impressive with a mixture of dark maple floors with inlaid patterns and various stone and hand painted tiles. The furniture was an oversized combination of beautiful leathers and colorful fabrics. Mr. Valequez met me at the door and immediately escorted me out to the enclosed patio where the other guests were gathered. The house was built in the form of a square with an outdoor patio in the middle. He introduced me to the elite Mexican American members of our community as his investment banker. I was quite elated to be so proudly displayed. The sunlight coming through the open roof made my dress transparent and yet I felt perfectly comfortable among these impressive men and women. I had such a fabulous time meeting so many wonderful people who made a point of telling me how beautiful my dress was as well as how sexy I looked. I felt almost like the guest of honor specifically put on display for their pleasure. It was quite intoxicating. On the outside wall of the courtyard were tables loaded with various items for a silent auction. I found out later that many of the guests donated the items from their stores and high-end boutiques scattered throughout the neighborhood. Cocktails of all kinds and fabulous Mexican cuisine appetizers were served and everyone settled into the cloth draped tables and chairs arranged throughout the courtyard. A Woman's Journal (Month 04) I took an unattended moment to go to the ladies room. One of the house's large bathrooms had been designated as a women's only bathroom as it had a large sitting area before leading into a spa area with a large whirlpool tub and separate shower, and then into a private water closet. While I was checking my makeup in the outer area Senora Roberta Hernandez entered the room. Ms. Hernandez is an older woman with jet-black hair and deep brown eyes. She is about 5'6" with a voluptuous body and has a very regal manner about her. Everything about her, i.e. hair, make-up, clothes, was just right. She was dressed in a beautiful and sexy Versace light blue body hugging dress, which she wore very well for her age along with matching Manolo Blanik high heels. I was quite taken by her demeanor and outgoing personality. She came straight over to me and introduced herself. She told me that Juan (Mr. Valequez) had told her about the dress and bra and panty set that he had purchased for me, and she felt it necessary to see it. She added that when I was pointed out to her from across the courtyard she noted how striking I looked in the dress and that she just had to find me alone so she could see the bra and panty set as well. She had such a wonderful casual manner about her that I willingly began to unbutton my dress starting at the neck. Once I had my dress undone and held open for her scrutiny, my nipples showed my reaction to her having me undress for her. Ms. Hernandez noticed my physical reaction as she traced a fingernail from the hollow just below my neck, down between my breasts, along my stomach, and over the front of my teeny sheer panties. She then turned her hand and placed her finger up between my legs and lightly found my hardening female nub. As she slowly rubbed my lower lips, she easily found the small ridge formed by my nub. She looked me in the eyes and smiled, saying, "You are quite exquisite, E." As I closed my eyes, my entire body shuttered in anticipation of what may be coming next. She took her other hand and very lightly rubbed her thumb across both erect nipples causing me to let out a little moan of arousal. Ms. Hernandez had such remarkably educated fingers that in just a short while my breaths were coming out in little gasps and I realized that I was moving my hips in the same rhythm as her fingers. I had never been fondled by any woman, other than Ms. Spencer, and had never had the desire to be, however Ms. Hernandez has such a commanding presence about her that I could do nothing but stand there and succumb to her digital manipulations. I was flushed as my lower lips started to make a wet smacking sound, which often happens when I am over excited. Ms. Hernandez then unexpectedly and very climatically slipped her two moistened fingers down inside the front of my panties and pushed them up between my swollen and open lower lips. I unconsciously moved my legs wider apart rocking my pelvis on her intruding fingers. In a very short time, my eyes went wide and I let out a loud gasp as I began to convulse and spasm in the throes of a very intense orgasm. Ms. Hernandez almost cooed to me saying, "That's my dear. Just relax and let go. Feel the intoxication of your body's reaction to sexual pleasure. You deserve to feel sexy and desired." I braced myself on her as my orgasm continued and my legs became rubbery. As my convulsions came to an end she removed her fingers from my panties and sucked the slick moisture off of them while looking straight into my eyes. "Ms. Harley, I just have to get to know you better," she said and handed me her business card. After cleaning myself up I rejoined the party. I can't believe how natural it felt to concede any resistance to her desire to pleasure me. Something very unexpected and long hidden within me is beginning to reveal itself. Mr. Valequez asked where I had disappeared to and I replied, "I was slightly waylaid in the bathroom, but I am back now." I spent the remainder of the evening with him, but continuously met Ms. Hernandez's eyes as we seemed to be seeking each other out as confirmation of our earlier encounter. At the end of the evening, Mr. Valequez led me into his home office and for the umpteenth time told me how fabulous I looked in his dress. It turned out that it was his turn to see my bra and panty set; only this time he did the unbuttoning of my dress. Again I found myself undressed in front of a man that I hardly knew struggling with my own willingness to so easily comply with his wishes. I longed for another man's confirmation that I was desirable and relished my unveiling despite the sheerness of my lingerie. My legs were shaking and I felt light headed, as he explored my bra and panties with his hands. He asked me to stand away from him and hold my dress open, so he could just look at me. He sat behind his large ornate desk and let me model his purchases for him. I reveled in his attention watching his eyes explore my uncovered body. I told myself that I should feel embarrassed and remorseful for my willingness to comply with his whims, but I have endured a feeling of neglect for so long. It came as no surprise that Mr. Valequez enjoyed the sheer fabric displaying my very erect nipples and the dark patch peeking through my panties. He told me to put both of my hands on his desk and to lean forward towards him. I delighted in his slow and methodical scrutiny of my exposed body. It made me feel very sexy and special. He got up from his desk and came around behind me lifting the hem of the silk dress and throwing it up over my head so my bra and panties were fully exposed from behind. His hands found the hard little pebbles that were my nipples and as he played with them, he pushed his groin into my nylon-covered bottom. I could feel his erection through his pants as he humped me from behind while pinching my now very sensitive nipples. I began moving my pelvis in the opposite direction as his so that my bottom pressed tightly against his erection every time he pressed forward. His breathing changed and as he grabbed my shoulders for more leverage, I felt his convulsions start as he pushed himself firmly against my nylon covered bottom. The heat from his orgasm caused my panties to stick to me as he backed away giving me a most satisfying swat across my butt. I jerked away from the stinging effect as Mr. Valequez laughed and grabbed for my bare hips. "E, You are such a wonderful pleasure for me." He said as he pressed himself up against me again. He must have been wearing a condom, as the front of his pants were not wet, unlike my panties. I thanked him, as it has become a habit of mine to not remark on any of my client's sexual proclivities, and he walked me to the limo for my ride home as I tried to rebutton my dress. I didn't quite succeed so when I climbed into the back seat of the limo I held my dress closed. The chauffer gave me a kindly smile in the rearview mirror before heading off to my home. I was so tired from the afternoon in the sun and my numerous arousals that I fell asleep. I was awakened when the driver nudged me on the shoulder through the now open rear door. In my relaxed state my legs were wide apart and I awoke to find my hand pressed between my legs right up against the sheer front of my panties, which were in clear view of my driver. He again gave me a kind smile and said, "Mr. Valequez often has this effect on his female guests. Let me give you a chance to button up and then you can go into your house." With that he closed my door, and I was able to make myself presentable again. I then reopened the door and took his offered hand swinging my legs out of the car and let him lift me to a standing position. I was quite impressed with his professionalism and concern for my reputation. (He turned out to be a full time employee of Mr. Valequez's that would become a well-regarded and required friend in the future.) What a day I thought to myself as I felt that I had witnessed something that had happened only in a very erotic movie as opposed to me personally. After my children were in bed and sound asleep, I pulled my vibrator from the bottom of my nightstand drawer and replayed the day's events with a very climatic ending. I am not the person that I was just a few months ago, but am I becoming the person that I have always wanted to be? If my reignited libido holds the answer then it is a resounding "Yes". Monday, July 26, 2010 Mr. Von Elder called me into his office today to tell me that Mr. Valequez had let him know how pleased he was with me at his charity event on Saturday. He wanted to make sure that I am not assigned to too many clients, as he would hate to have his time with me restricted. I was on cloud nine as I headed back to my desk. Thursday, July 29, 2010 Mr. Mayhew called me to set up a lunch for Friday two weeks from today. Strangely he asked whether it was a casual day for us, which it was. He told me to dress anyway I would like for our lunch.