2 comments/ 68416 views/ 9 favorites A Perfect Love By: kasey_connor Hello My name is Kalia, that's not my birth name, but the name I have chosen for this story, all will become clear later. You see, I was 18 when I found myself pregnant, it was my first time, and such a thrill to be experimenting, something that came back to me later life as you will see. After the birth of my daughter my parents where about as supportive as a paper scaffold about my new daughter, after a few years I was old enough to move out and had enough of my own money to rent a small apartment. I got a part time job working at a supermarket doing what ever needed doing around the shop. Slowly I was promoted threw the shop floor to management. Finally I had enough money to buy a house that was big enough for the both us, the small one bedroom apartment was getting too cramped for myself and my daughter. Falling over each other at every turn, as we moved into the new three bedroom house I rarely saw my daughter, which for us both worked out just great as I turned the third bedroom into a small office, my dream was too study and make something of myself someday, I spent time working a story I was writing on my laptop, who knows, maybe it could be the next Star Trek, well maybe not… it's a pile of crap! Although I had made plans, Mel, that's my daughter, short for Mellissa, had her own plans on how to celebrate her birthday, I can't say I blamed her, the last thing she wanted was her mother throwing another boring party. The last one was on her 17th birthday, it was, well you know, a disaster! Anyway, she had met a guy a few months before and getting pretty serious about each other. She had confided in me that she had never had sex, she was nervous about, well just about everything actually. This was the day when our relationship changed for ever, so let me set the scene for you. I had just come from work and tired, I had to fire off one of my employees that morning for stealing from the shop. All I wanted to do was have a hot bath, slip into my dressing gown and have a few glasses of my favourite white wine. After my bath I wrapped my self in a robe and left the nice hot bubble bath with my robe left open and free, I love the feel of the cool air on my naked body, as I always kept my self in the best physical shape I could be in and shaven neatly. She had seen a few men come and go from my life, as she grew older and more womanly, she had blossomed into the most attractive young woman I had ever known, anyway back to my story. I peaked my head threw the door and saw Mel on her computer, I couldn't see what she was typing but she seemed to be caught up in what ever it was, slowly I closed the door and walked into my bedroom to change into a comfy white silk night gown I always enjoy wearing after work, more then any thing I own. I love the feeling of a silk negligee against my soft skin, it makes me feel sexy and confidant in myself. Quickly I went into the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, I always enjoyed the first drink of the wine more then anything, kinda like the first drink of an ice cold beer after a hard day at work on a hot day. I got comfy on the sofa and watched a movie that had only just started, when Mel came down stairs and sat in the chair facing me. It was difficult not to notice the clothes she wearing, almost nothing actually. A white low cut vest and thong, I had noticed that she wore things and g-strings more then panties, although I must admit I preferred them also. As I finished the glass, she offered me another glass as she was going to get a bottle of beer for herself, although in America the drinking age is 21 in Britain it is 18. But I have allowed Mel to enjoy drink from a young age, I have taught her to respect alcohol and what it does to people when they are drunk. We watched a few movies that night as we drunk more beer and wine laughing and enjoying a night in that we hadn't had in years, the movies ranged from comedies to action. It was my idea to put in the last film, it was my last boyfriends DVD, it was an erotic movie. I knew that Mel was old enough to watch a movie like this, even sexually mature enough. You see I knew she had been having sex for many years, I could only hope she didn't fall pregnant at too young an age as I did. There was something in the movie that I didn't expect, a lesbian scene that made me feel uncomfortable at first, especially as my daughter was sat next to me watching this scene, out of the corner of my eye I saw that she wasn't blushing as I was. She looked back at me and smiled slightly, her voice was calm and confidant as she spoke. 'Does this embarrass you?' With a slight smile I looked back and shock my head, I was embarrassed, I had never seen or thought of two women making love before. Although I had seen some of this movie, I never gotten this far in before stopping it, her next statement took me by surprise, especially by her tone of voice. 'You see this is totally wrong, women don't kiss each other like that' My eyes shot her a look at the tone and her words. 'What do you mean?' The look in her eyes told me everything, but I needed to hear the words from her. 'I had experimented with women' I was shocked, my daughter had slept with another woman, I didn't know what too say. 'You slept with a woman? When?' 'It was a year ago' she answered 'Who was it?' Quickly her reply came, but I still couldn't believe what she had said. 'Sarah, from school, you where at work and we got a little… well you know, why do you want to know this?' 'You just took me by surprise that's all. What happened?' I could tell she was slightly embarrassed as she explained what had happened that night, especially as she described every detail. Combined with the movie in the back ground and the erotic story being told to me, I could feel a tingling between my legs and hardening in my breasts as my nipples hardened against the silk night gown I was wearing. It didn't take long before I felt my hand run up her leg to her inner thigh, the story had turned me on so much and I wanted to feel what she had felt during that time. Slowly I leaned in and kissed her on her lips softly, at first I expected her to pull away and yell, until I felt her hand slowly moving up my inner thigh as her mouth opened and her tongue moved into my mouth. I felt her fingers moving against my shaven pussy and slowly find it's way between my lips as we deepened the kiss. My hand moved up her body and under her shirt as I found her amazing 32c cup breast and squeezed her nipples slightly. Softly she pulled away and rolled her hands up my body removing my night gown allowing my breasts to fall free, almost instantly I could feel the tender kiss on my nipples as she rolled her tongue around and sucked as I pulled down her thong. I had never dreamed of being with a woman before, let alone my own daughter, but this felt right as my finger pleasured her in a way that I had enjoyed. It was true what I had heard, a woman knows how to pleasure a woman. Softly I took her arms and stood her up as I removed her vest and lead her to my bedroom. We barely made it to the bed as we entered my room, our passion had increased as we kissed wildly. Softly she pushed me down on the bed as she knelt down beside me and ran her tongue up my legs. My body ached with excitement at the prospect of what was about to happen, her tongue slowly ran over my pussy lips slowly her tongue separated my lips and pushed deep inside. A loud moan left my lips as I enjoyed every moment of the sexual act. Almost instantly I was brought to a screaming orgasm as she licked furiously on my pussy. Slowly she ran her tongue up my body and smiled as she kissed me, the excitement of tasting my own juices on this young woman's lips was almost too much to bare as she looked deep into my eyes and smiled. 'Now it's your turn, if you want me to guide you…' 'I think I can find my way around babe' I shivered slightly as my first taste of another woman drew ever closer to my lips. The sweet smell of her sex drew even closer until my tongue ran over her pussy lips slowly . I could feel myself about to orgasm once more as I pushed my tongue deep into her as I tongue fucked her wildly like a starving man eating his first meal. It seemed like hours as I lapped up her pussy savouring every moment of this wonderful taste of her sex. How could I have missed this, having sex with another woman was the most erotic experience of my life, accentuated more so by the fact that she was my own daughter, my body was tingling at my first taste of another woman. As time seemed to freeze as my first taste of pussy juice enveloped my mouth, I could feel her juices running into my mouth and down my chin as her orgasm exploded. I continued to lick her hard and fast as I brought her to another orgasm quickly, until I ran my tongue up her body until I licked and sucked her nipples with ease and excitement. The next morning as the sun broke threw the curtains I awoke as I felt the unmistakeable feeling of a hand on my stomach, breasts pressing against my back and the feeling excitement in my body of the night of pure passion that had happened just the night before, I turned over to see the loving face of Mel smiling at me. We spent the morning making love and bathing together, our secret relationship has lasted for years. Around two years ago we sold our house and moved to a small town, where we now run our own business. Ohh by the way, we now live as lovers, after all, who would believe that we are mother and daughter, it just seems right for us. A Perfect Love Perfect. It was all just -- perfect. The music was soft and romantic, not loud. It was just right for dancing, Casey loved to dance. She loved the dress she was wearing, a soft burgundy silk that dipped nicely in front, showing off nicely tanned cleavage, dipped a bit in back, to show a bit of smooth back, if she moved a bit too much, you could see the tiny thong she was wearing, just a slight bit of tease. It was rubbing against her pussy, keeping her nicely aroused. Underneath the dress, she wore the most expensive bra she owned, black and sheer and real stockings with suspenders. She had wanted to look spectacular for this night and for her date and knew she had succeeded. Casey was enjoying the sensation of having all eyes on her. The once-gawky, brace-wearing, ash-blonde teen had turned into the 28-year old platinum blonde with the dazzling figure, perfect teeth and smile. She still had the brains she had prized years back, now she had the body to compliment them. She'd had the funds to become the woman she always wanted to be -- she was pretty, but she decided she was going to maintain that beauty and shape it up, joining a Gym and making a commitment to working out and staying in shape. Casey was well-to-do; a successful Defense Attorney who had made her late parents very proud. She missed them a lot, family meant everything to her and she was happy they had at least lived to see her become a success. Still, it didn't fill the void her parent's passing had left or the lonely hours without them. She had friends and a lover here or there -- but nothing serious. That made a terrific evening like that all the more special. The night air was perfect too -- a gentle breeze wafting by, keeping the July temperature turning to a sweltering heat. The meal they had served at her class' 10-year reunion was wonderful, as had been the 3 glasses of wine she had consumed. It was making her just comfortable enough to enjoy dancing with the man she had brought as her date. She hadn't been able to bring the man she'd had as her Prom Date ten years prior -- Jerry Reynolds was now Jillian Reynolds and, truth be told, he looked fabulous and lots of eyes were on Jillian, who had great legs in her short miniskirt and high heels. Almost as many eyes had been on the beautiful blonde Casey when she walked in, but she only had eyes for the perfect, strong loving man who was holding her in his arms as they swayed slowly to the music. Gregory Lynn looked at his sister, her pretty blonde head resting her head on his shoulder, and wondered exactly what she was thinking. He was so happy to be home with her again -- Gregory was road-weary, traveling from place to place with the Air Force, he was glad to be over and done with that. He'd asked for and been granted an honorable discharge upon the death of his parents and gone home to tidy up their affairs, only to find he really wasn't needed. Casey had taken care of everything, she had a swift legal mind and had asked her other lawyer friends for advice on whatever legal matters she was unfamiliar with. Casey's first decision was that she didn't want to sell their parent's home -- it was beautiful and comfortable, in a nice area of town and it was where she most wanted to be. She and Gregory had grown up there and although most of their old neighbors had long since moved away, her parents had put down roots and stayed put. Casey herself always felt solace when she came there, so she gave up her apartment and moved back. Casey told her brother she wanted him to have a familial home to come back to when he was on leave and was happily surprised to hear his leave was permanent. They didn't know each other very well, the 10 years between them having assured that. When she was little, he was out with his friends, by the time she was a teenager, he had joined the military. She saw him rarely in the intervening years, although she was happy whenever he came home, hanging on his every word. She had been quiet, gangly and unassuming when he'd left nearly 11 years earlier -- it was hard to reconcile that image with the pretty, intelligent blonde he was now living with, confident and self-assured. He'd seen snippets of it over the years, but confronted with it on a now-daily basis, it was an adjustment. Casey got the invitation to her 10th High School Reunion and it seemed to bring out conflicting emotions in her. Her old persona was still there, buried deep, but still there -- she wasn't sure she wanted to face everyone again, although she'd had some friends, Casey hadn't enjoyed those years much. She certainly didn't want to attend without an escort. The new Casey wanted to go for other reasons -- she was beautiful, vivacious and far more successful then many of the classmates who had made her life hell. She wanted to show off -- to be honest, she wanted to rub it in their faces. Casey had the perfect dress and shoes and knew she'd make quite an impression, but there was still the matter of taking someone with her. Her brother solved that problem readily. "I'd be happy to take you, sis. I could really use a night out -- and I would love a chance to dance, hey, maybe I can meet a nice single lady. I'm not getting any younger, after all. I'll even rent a tux -- I've been told I clean up pretty nice." As she danced with Gregory -- he hated being called Greg -- she knew what an understatement that was. Nice? With his dark hair, the traces of grey at the temples, his military-toned body, Gregory was the man of many girls' dreams. Even she was under his spell, they'd been dancing for nearly 40 minutes. Casey didn't want to monopolize his time, so she suggested they sit down a minute. He got her another glass of wine -- not that she needed it, but Gregory found her very cute in her slightly-tipsy manner. She sipped this glass and smiled at him. "You should go mingle -- I think some of the women here are suitably impressed by my hunky, older brother." "We didn't tell them I'm your brother, remember? Doesn't matter -- I'm where I want to be, with the most beautiful woman here. Oops, someone's coming -- we should make this look real, so I'm going to kiss you." The "someone" was Katrina Raithwaite, who hadn't changed a whit since school, still a major bitch. For that reason, Casey wasn't going to object to her brother's planned deception. After all, it wasn't as if she hadn't kissed him before, so as he leaned in, she prepared for this kiss -- or so she thought. Gregory was kissing her -- really kissing her, with the passion a lover would kiss his girlfriend, softly, with passion -- with tongue -- and then Casey was kissing him back and everyone seemed to fade into the background as the kiss deepened. It was -- perfect. Like the night, the food, the music -- the kiss was perfect . Her head was spinning, Gregory wasn't pulling away, she felt her entire body tingling. Her brother could kiss -- oh Lord, could he kiss, but then, she knew so little about him, he'd been traveling around for all these years and ... Gregory pulled away, his eyes wide. "I-I'm sorry Casey, I shouldn't have let it get this far, but you look so beautiful, the night, I ..." He stood up and went to walk away, but she took his arm and made him sit back down again. "Gregory -- I didn't stop you." He turned and looked at his sister when he realized she was right. "I have never -- never -- been kissed like that!" she said breathily. "Are you a ... a ...?" "No. I've had lovers -- I've -- experimented -- but no one has made me feel this way." She took her brother's hand and placed it where he could feel her heart beating. "Do you feel that?" "Yes." "I want more, Gregory. I know -- it's crazy, but I want more. We're all each other has, my darling brother, and you're the sexiest, strongest, most impressive man I've ever seen. I think you have similar feelings towards me, am I wrong?" "No. No, you're not wrong. In the short time I've been back, I've been having a hard time keeping my eyes off you." "Well then -- why don't we say our good-nights, you can take me home and see as much of me as you want?" Gregory nodded, still having trouble believing this take-charge woman was his formerly-demure younger sister. They did the circuit, a few women tried to give him Phone Numbers, but he had eyes only for the younger beauty whose arm was linked with his. The drive home was in cool silence, like a single word would break the spell. Once inside the doors of their shared home, there was another kiss -- a single, passionate, loving kiss that was simply -- perfect. Gregory gathered his beautiful sister in his arms and carried her to the Master Bedroom. She felt so right in his arms and they kissed again, just sitting on the edge of the bed. Nary a word was spoken, she turned her back to him and he unzipped it, kissing just below her neck as he did. She shivered and felt more alive then she had in years. Gregory was content to just take her all in letting her move a bit on the bed so she could get the dress off. My God -- where had that body come from? With its toned skin, tanned rippled muscles, long legs and high, round breasts with perfect, coral-pink nipples -- she was a centerfold come to life. He had survived lonely nights with fantasies of girls far less spectacular than his sister. She stood up and turned to him, for a brief second, she felt shy. The second passed. Casey was proud of her body, it was almost as important to her as her career achievements. She stood before Gregory, in the beautiful bra and stockings and saw the desire he felt for her. No man on earth was more important to her at this time, nothing else mattered. She moved towards him, her stiletto heels digging into the bedroom carpet, sitting down, she yanked him close by his tie and started undressing him. She kept up a bit of tease -- a button here, then a kiss, his jacket off, a more lingering kiss, until he was down to his boxers. She took in full view of his body -- a few scars from his years in the military -- but they only added to his rugged appeal, the very manliness of him. They moved together, this brother and sister, both thinking perhaps they should stop here -- then both realizing, as they tumbled together on the bed, no way in hell did they want to stop. Casey was slightly on top of Gregory, her hands running all over his body as his hands played with her breasts. She sighed softly, he had good hands -- they knew what they were doing, those hands, she felt herself becoming moist. Her fingernails trailed over his chest, he started a bit, then smiled -- Gregory seemed to like that, so she raked her expensive, manicured nails down his chest to just above his boxers and back up again. His eyes closed and now he sighed as his sister-turning-lover got acquainted with his body. Casey used whatever skills she had gleaned from her erotic experiences of the past to arouse Gregory. From the way he was reacting, it seemed to be working -- she could see a growing bulge in his boxers, it looked like her brother was an impressive specimen of manhood in many ways. He was now sucking her bared tits and holding her close, his hands stroking her body, caressing her arms, treating her like some precious treasure. Foreplay needed to proceed -- so the tall blonde moved down her brother's body, kissing softly, sweetly and now she was above his boxers, facing away from him. She shivered as she felt him removing her tiny thong and almost cried out as his lips touched her pussy for the first time. There was no turning back, they had crossed the barrier. She slid his boxers down and saw she had been right -- Gregory had a very nice, big cock. It was hers for the taking. So, Casey did what a sane woman would do with a cock like that -- she took it. She slid her mouth over it and began to lick and suck, with her tongue slithering from crown to base, then back up again. It only served to make her brother eat her pussy more voraciously and grip her hips tighter as they shared their incestuous `69'. Gregory was now eating the sweetest, wettest pussy he had ever tasted -- his sister tasted like some delicious, sweet, ripe fruit and he yearned for more. His tongue shot deep into the blonde's neatly-trimmed cunt and with every nibble of his mouth, Casey's tongue action increased. He came -- and she didn't miss a beat, she just swallowed it all down and rolled to the side. He was about to apologize, but she just put her hand up and moved close, resting on his chest. Those magical hands of hers began roaming all over again and soon, he was relaxing -- looking down, he saw his cock was beginning to rise again. What strange power did this tall blonde goddess hold over him? Casey looked deep into her brother's rich brown eyes and he looked into her dazzling, emerald green eyes and nodded. Wordlessly, she moved down and lowered her dazzling, slender body on to his cock and began to move and sway, taking all of him in. He felt so good, she was lubricated enough that he was able to get inside of her, but in all her life, Casey had never been so full of cock. She began to grind upon his cock and really give him a heated fucking. Gregory was amazed at how tight Casey was, how hot her pussy was, but what a fucking wildcat she was becoming with each passing minute. There were whores in Bangkok who hadn't fucked him as well as his sister was doing right now. " F-FUCK ME !" Casey said, finally breaking the silence. Gregory nodded, gripped her hips and pulled her down on his cock, hard. She groaned and smiled, his hands went up and played with her gorgeous tits, marveling at every beautiful inch of her as she fucked him, hair whipping about, her body beginning to glow with a slight sheen of fuck-sweat. Casey's body began to tremble and she finally reached the precipice, her brother's lips on her nipples sent her over the edge. She climaxed and felt her pussy flood his cock, he came again, shooting deep inside her horny pussy. She fell on top of Gregory and he pulled her close, sharing a deep, romantic kiss. They just stayed close for a while, snuggling, until Gregory asked "Regrets?" "Not a one. We belong together -- forever, that's how I feel." "It may be crazy, but I feel that way too. We can live together here and make love every night." "Sounds good -- no one around here knows you well, so there shouldn't be any idle gossip." "That's good. Oh God Casey, we didn't use anything and I ... are you on anything?" Casey shook her head. "What if you get pregnant?" "If that does happen Gregory, I'll have the child we made together with love, we'll raise it here and have even more love in our lives. It sounds -- absolutely perfect ." A Perfect Love Chapter One The first time Stephanie saw Jason Beaumont was the first day she started work at Beaumont's Department Store. As a fresh faced kid right out of college she'd had trouble finding work with her choice of career. There weren't many jobs in the small town of Blumly, Texas for an artist. She had tried as a last resort to finding a job as an art teacher but the problem with that was that she hadn't studied to be a teacher and didn't have the certification required by state law to teach. So she'd applied to work at the same place where her sisters worked and that had been her first year at Beaumont's Department Store. Stephanie still remembered coming to work and sitting at her desk when he called her in to take dictation. From the moment she walked in to his office and sat down she'd been so nervous she'd thought she'd faint. Struggling to keep calm she readied herself to take dictation and then he turned his chair around to face her and time seemed to stop. Her heart started to beat faster and it was hard to breath. That was the first day she had been knocked for a loop. Standing before her was the most mouthwatering guy, what her sister would call a definite hunk. Tall, dark haired with sexy brown eyes he seemed to look like he would be just as comfortable in ranch wearing jeans and t-shirt as he was in business suit. For the first time in her life her body had not seemed like her own reacting in ways it had never before reacted even with her collage boyfriend. Jason of course hadn't known she was alive. * * * Since that day two years ago Stephanie's lust for Jason had progressed to love. Spending days working side by side she had gotten to know him and learned that beneath that handsome exterior was a man who worked hard, cared deeply for his family and had been hurt by a woman in the past. This was one of the reason's that she felt that he would not involve himself in a committed relationship. Instead he seemed to pursue brief flings with model type women so that he could avoid emotional attachment. She was frankly tired of watching this for the past two years and ashamed to admit that she would love to be in the place of one of those women even if it was for a short time. Love was such a bitch. * * * It had been a long hard day at work. One of the shipments of designer dresses had been lost and the person responsible for the inventory just happened to be out on vacation. This was the reason why Stephanie had just spent all day Sunday working at a job that wasn't hers. Tracking down missing inventory was not part of her job description. She was the secretary to Jason Beaumont heir to the Beaumont department store empire. Tall, handsome, blonde Jason Beaumont who turned her legs to jelly and made those secret places on her body throb and get all wet. She had worked for him for two years and in that time she had fallen in love with the man. Unfortunately, he never seemed to take notice of her as a woman. To him she was a worker drone, an extension of the store, and that was all. Grabbing her cell phone she made a call to her boss to apprise him of the situation. Come on, come on answer. "Hello?" "Hi, Jason, it's me Stephanie. I'm just leaving the store." "Did you find the dresses?" "Yes, someone stored them with another shipment." "Good. I'm sorry I couldn't help you, but I was trying to track down the person responsible for this mix up. It' turns out that the woman met someone on her cruise and won't be coming back to work. You'll have to let human resources know that we'll need to hire someone new." "I'll take care of it tomorrow morning." Stephanie carefully maneuvered her care through the streets one handed. She disliked talking on the cell phone while driving and tried to avoid if possible. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok. I'm almost home, I'm tired, and I'll I want is to rest right now." "Aren't you coming to ball tonight?" "What ball?" Finally, Stephanie pulled into the parking lot of her apartment complex. Let him think she had forgotten about the ball. It would her plan succeed. "The Annual Beaumont Department Store Ball, it's tonight. All the employees will be there." "Oh God, with the whole missing dresses episode I completely forgot. Sighing, Stephanie remembered last year's ball and the awkwardness of watching Jason escort a beautiful, leggy model to the ball. She had spent the entire time standing in a corner feeling miserable. "I don't think I'm going to go." "Very well, I'll see you Monday morning at work." * * * Stephanie inserted the key in the door and wearily let herself inside her small apartment. With its one bedroom, one bathroom, tiny kitchen and almost non-existent living room it was all she could afford on her salary. She wasn't a big fan of living outside of her means and had no credit cards. Debt at least was one thing she didn't have to worry about. Besides her apartment might be on the small side but she had decorated in a simple and elegant style. The earth tones were soothing and the furniture was comfortable. Overall the small apartment was cozy and comfortable. Upon entering Stephanie dropped her keys and purse on the small table near the entrance and made her way to the bedroom to grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt so that she could go take a bath. "Where have you been?" Grace asked, they had planned to meet earlier in Stephanie's apartment and she couldn't understand why Stephanie arrived so late. "It's five in the evening. I've been waiting for hours" "There was a problem and I had to go to work." Stephanie explained. "On a Sunday?" Grace looked at her tired sister. "The man takes advantage of you. I don't know if you should go through with this crazy plan you have." "It's not a crazy plan." Ok, it was a crazy plan, but she wasn't about to admit to any one. She was just sick and tired of having the man she loved treat as nothing more than drone and see him going out with a bunch of women who never lasted more than a week or two. It was humiliating to admit that she was going to resort to such devious actions just to be with him, but if a night was all she could get then she would have to be happy with that. "Did you bring it?" "Yes, I did. I haven't looked at it yet but Amanda said that it was what you asked for. A dress that would get Jason's attention" Grace handed a cream colored gift box to Stephanie. She had a feeling that Stephanie would regret her actions later but who was she to say anything. At least Stephanie had the courage to go after what she wanted. She herself could never do something so daring. "Amanda's bringing the rest of the stuff." "I don't know." Stephanie Clark long time mousy secretary to Jason Beaumont, the sexiest man alive in her opinion, stood there mortified staring at the most beautiful dress. The strapless floor length nearly transparent silver dress had a slit up the side that would show her legs when she moved. It would shimmer as she danced across the dance floor. "I can't wear a dress like that to the ball. It's just not me. " "You told Amanda to get a dress that would get Jason's attention. Well this is it." "You're right. It's beautiful." Stephanie held the dress up and watched it shimmer. "I'm just nervous. I've never worn anything so daring." "The dress will look beautiful on you." * * * "I'm here." Amanda struggled to get inside the apartment while holding on to an assortment of shopping bags. " Help me out." Each of the other sister's grabbed some bags and they all made their way to Stephanie's bedroom. " Wow, I didn't think it took thins much stuff to get ready to go to the ball." The pile of bags nearly concealed the bed there were placed on. "We can't be wearing that many clothes. Why so many bags?" "I had to get some additional supplies." Amanda smiled, she greatly approved of Stephanie's plan. It was time she stopped mooning after her boss and get his hot body into bed. Her sister deserved to be happy and Jason needed someone like her sister to love him. And if she could help it they would both get what they deserved. "I had to get my dress and another for Grace. Plus we needed new lingerie and shoes to complete our outfits. We are going to a Ball and need to look our best from head to toe." "I already brought my dress." Grace explained. "The ugly black dress that I saw in your closet?" Amanda knew exactly the dress Grace was talking about and wasn't about to let her go to the Ball in a dress fit for her grandmother. She didn't just have plans for Stephanie and Jason, but also for Grace. Although her sister didn't realize it Amanda knew Grace had a major thing for Jason's right hand man and vice president Michael White. Tonight was the night both sisters would get their hearts desire. "You can't wear such a thing to the Ball." "What do you mean?" Grace shuddered at the sort of dress her sister would want her to wear and was glad she had brought a nice conservative black dress. She might enjoy thinking about wearing something beautiful and sexy but that wasn't her style and she wasn't brave like Stephanie. If she wore a dress like that she would end up feeling like a fool. "Of course I can wear it." "Fine." Amanda knew when to give up. Let her sister find out for herself that the dress was unsuitable. "Stephanie these are for you and these are mine." Stephanie opened a bag filled with beautiful shiny silver silk underwear and pulled a pair of silver strap heels. "They're beautiful. What are you wearing?" Amanda revealed a floor length bright red spaghetti strap gown and a pair of red high heels and to complete the outfit her sister brought out a red corset, thong, garter, and silk stockings. Amada was a great believer in lingerie. According to her an outfit was not complete unless a woman had the proper lingerie. She was forever giving Grace and Stephanie gifts of lingerie. To Amanda cotton underwear were forbidden. "Do you like my dress?" Stephanie smiled at her sister. Most redheads would be afraid to wear red but Amanda wasn't afraid of anything and she would no doubt look beautiful. "Absolutely." * * * Grace placed her dress, shoes, and accessories on a corner of the bed. Amanda had taken a shower and dressed first. She was currently7 sitting at the vanity table fixing her hair and makeup. Grace took advantage of Stephanie taking a shower to gather her things and as soon as Stephanie finished she would go and shower so that she could get ready. She laid her dress on the bed and that's when she noticed it. A discoloration about three inches wide stood out on the black dress. That hadn't been there when she took the dress to the cleaners, she was sure of it, it looked like a bleach stain. Grace felt a rising panic and her stomach clenched as she struggled to breath. What was she going to do? There wasn't enough time to go out and buy a dress. "Grace?" Amanda looked at her sister gasping for breath. " What's wrong? Breath." "The dress is ruined." Oh no, Grace thought, she'd spent the last week looking forward to the Ball and now she wouldn't be able to go. " What will I do?" "Calm down, Grace." Amanda had no idea Grace would react this way and she felt guilty for her part in ruining the dress, but it had been necessary to her plan and she only hoped that Grace would forgive her if everything went according to plan. "You're worrying for nothing. You're going to wear the dress I brought for you." "No, I just won't go." "Yes, you will. You loving going to the annual ball and this year will be even better than the last because it's masquerade. You told me how you thought it would be fun." Stephanie entered the room wearing her robe and looked at her sister's. "I'm finished Grace the bathroom is all yours." Amanda pushed Grace towards the bathroom. "Go on, take a shower, you can see the dress when you come out." "What's wrong with Grace?" Stephanie asked, her sister had looked a little pale and out of it. "Her dress is ruined." "The one you brought?" "No, the one she had chosen to wear tonight." "The ugly black one she wore to your birthday party." "Yes." "Hmm, I wondered what could have happened to the dress." Stephanie looked at Amanda. "Grace is usually so careful with her belongings. It doesn't make sense she wouldn't have noticed something wrong with her dress before now." "Yes, strange isn't it?" * * * Stephanie pulled out several tiny pieces of silver lingerie out of the bag she carried and gulped. The miniscule thong was like nothing she had ever worn before, she was strictly a Hanes her way girl, unlike Amanda cotton underwear was just fine with her. The more comfortable she was the better, but tonight required drastic measures. Stephanie slipped on the silver strapless bra that she would have never chosen herself and the accompanying silver thong that showed more than it hid. Suddenly she realized why Amanda had convinced her to get a bikini wax two days ago. The tiny thong barely covered her. Some nude thigh high stockings were then slid up her legs and the silver dress was slipped on and fastened. She looked in the floor length mirror and had to admit she looked great in the dress, but her hair and make up were badly in need of help. "Let me fix your hair and makeup. Sit down." Amanda pushed her toward the vanity and mixed some mousse in her hair, brushing it, and fixed it in an upswept hairstyle leaving a few strands lose. She then took a curling iron and created several lose corkscrew curls with the strands and finally she took several pins with decorative crystals on one end and inserted then in her hair. "There now let me do the makeup. Close your eyes." Stephanie felt brush strokes on her face as the make up was applied and finally she knew Amanda was almost finished when she felt the lipstick being applied. "Ok, done." Stephanie opened her eyes and looked in the mirror and gasped. She looked completely different. * * * Stephanie couldn't believe how she looked but she was more amazed at how Grace looked. After much discussion Amanda had convinced Grace to wear the clothes she had brought for her. Grace looked beautiful in a cream colored gown, with her hair slightly curled and falling down her back, the contrast of raven colored tresses and creamy white gown made her sister look innocent and sexy in an elegant sophisticated kind of way. The three of them looked spectacular and she couldn't wait to the Ball. * * * Chapter Two The three sisters arrived at the Beaumont's mansion that evening. Stephanie in a shimmering silver dress, Amanda in a fire engine red gown, and Grace in a cream colored confection that enhanced her beauty. "Everyone is beautifully dressed." Grace commented, her fingers nervously twitching over the folds or her dress. "It was brilliant of Jason to make it a masquerade Ball this year." "Yes." Amanda looked at all the people dancing. "I think the masks add an air of mystery." "Well, at least people won't be shocked to see me dressed this way." Stephanie was thankful for the small mask that covered the top part of her face. It helped her to feel a little less vulnerable and exposed. Hopefully, no one would figure out the woman in the silver dress was plain, conservative Stephanie Clark." "I think I'm going to go to the ladies room to freshen up." Amanda had a plan to follow and she would see it through to the end. Across the room stood the very man she was looking for. Everyone in the family knew of Stephanie's feeling for her boss, but only she knew about Grace's feelings for Jason Beaumont's right hand man. It was time she set the stage for Michael and Amanda's rendezvous, a little surprise she had cooked up for Grace, and then she'd see about helping Stephanie. "Grace, why don't you come with me? Some of your lipstick has come of." "Ok." Grace followed Amanda towards the bathroom. * * * Stephanie walked towards the refreshment table and took a drink to give her courage. She would find her sisters later. Picking up a glass of champagne she turned to look at the crowd while slowly sipping her drink. She noticed her boss across the room talking with the vice president of the store Michael White and another man she had never seen before. Even with masks on Stephanie could easily tell Jason and Michael apart from the other men attending the Ball. That must be because she worked with them for the past two years. Looking at them she realized that tonight could be a special night. If she could ignore her fears and risk it. Tonight all her fantasies could come true. She could do this. All she had to do was slowly sip her drink and look calm. No one would know she was a bundle of nerves inside. It was a night for unexpected things. The first had been her new look and now she was trying to convince herself to do the most unexpected thing of all. She was seriously going to seducing her boss. Having sex with him was something she had only fantasized about. She wasn't completely clueless about sex after all she'd had a couple of boyfriends in college. But this was different. Jason turned her on like none of her previous boyfriends ever had. Since the day she first started working for him Stephanie had been completely attracted. She sat at her desk typing away her body aching and pulsing, her panties moist from the juices brought about by her excitement and unexpected arousal. It took all her ability to pretend nothing happened, especially when she was called into Jason's office to take dictation. Her hands trembled with every minute that passed, shocked at feeling herself getting wetter and wetter. It had gotten so bad she had to take a spare change of underwear with her to work everyday. So far Jonathan hadn't noticed anything was wrong, but why should he, it wasn't as if he actually looked at her or noticed anything about her. He thought of her as a tool that helped him do his work like a desk or computer. But tonight she would change that. With a new confidence Stephanie Clark resolved that tonight she would make all her fantasies come true. Jason might never love her like she loved him, but at least she would have one night to remember. * * * Jason Beaumont stood near a corner talking with his friend Michael White and a distant cousin Dr. Nick Jones. The Annual Beaumont Department Store Ball looked to be a success. It had been a stroke of genius to make it a masquerade Ball this year. All of the employees seemed to be having fun. Some of them danced across the floor in all their finery and other served themselves food from the buffet. Looking up he noticed a beautiful woman standing near the refreshment table casually sipping a drink. She shimmered in her silver dress. Her beauty took his breath away and quickly excusing himself from his companions he went to meet the enchanting creature. "Excuse me, would you care to dance?" Usually restrained and focused on his career Jason rarely paid attention to woman in general and when he did the relationship usually didn't extend beyond a brief, casual affair. The one exception had been a two year engagement to a woman he had developed affection and love for and that his family had deemed as a suitable wife. At first the relationship seemed ideal until he found out his fiancé wasn't a great believer in fidelity in a relationship. His brief engagement soured him on the experience and he had immersed himself in work to escape the pain of a failed relationship and memories of betrayel. It was still painful for him to think of that time. Coming home to see his fiancée and her lover in his bed had been the most shocking and painful experience of his life. And now after such a long time this woman affected has no other woman had since then. It was strange that this particular woman should attract him. She was a brunette and he usually didn't date brunettes. He preferred blondes, but this woman seemed to have an air of mystery surrounding her and even though her face was covered by a mask she had an innocent type of beauty. He took the opportunity to look her over form head to toe. His gaze stopped at her feet. her nails were painted in a He loved a woman in high heels. A Perfect Love "I'd love to dance." Stephanie tried to calm herself. He had finally noticed her. Taking her in his arms they danced across the room. "So tell me about yourself." He silently wondered if he could get her into his bed tonight. After breaking up with his fiancé three years ago he had indulged in brief casual affairs but none of the women he had gone out with had affected him like this beauty standing before him. "What's your name?" He didn't recognize her. How could he not know who she was? They saw each other at work every day since she started as his secretary a year ago. Of course she dressed very conservative at work So he didn't recognize her. That could work in her favor at least for tonight. Tonight she could live out her fantasies. "My name is not important." "Then what is important?" Her close proximity was playing hell with his senses. She had to feel how turned on he was. His cock was pressing right into her stomach. "You want me." She said. "I can feel how much you want me and I want you just as badly." The hand on her hip tightened. "Then what do you want to do about it?" He pulled her tighter against his body and they continued to sway to the slow music. "I want to fuck." Stephanie decided to make her fantasies come true and she was dammed well going to make sure they did. Every day she suffered at work as her body throbbed for his. Even now her nipples ached and her panties were soaked. Her pussy ached to have him inside her. She deliberately pushed against his erection. "I need you inside me." * * * Amanda smiled at the bathroom mirror happy that her plan was going according to plan. Earlier that day she had left Grace's diary on Michael's desk with a note asking him to read certain pages and also informing him that Grace would attend the Ball. Everyone had left the bathroom and Grace was currently using the facilities. Amanda took advantage of that and left the bathroom. Looking across the room she saw Stephanie talking with Jason rather intimately. Apparently Stephanie needed no help so she made her way to Michael. "Michael, will you introduce me to your friend?' "Of course." Michael took in the sight of Amanda in her dress and with that red hair she could tempt any man but she stirred nothing in him. He has developed an obsession with Amanda's quiet, shy sister Grace and had suppressed his feelings for her for fear of scaring her with his intensely sexual desires, but tonight that would be over. Ever since reading the diary that morning he had a whole new insight into Grace Clark. "Amanda this is Jason's cousin Nick Jones." "Hello Mr. Jones. May I be so forward as to ask you to dance?" "I would love to dance." Nick said. "Excuse us Michael." "Oh, Michael." Amanda said. "Grace is in the ladies room. When she comes out please let her know I'm at the dance floor." * * * Grace stepped out of the bathroom which was closed of by a door and separated form the wash area. She washed her hands and started to fix her makeup. Concentrating hard on what she was doing she didn't' notice anything wrong until she heard him. "I've been looking for you." Michael looked at her and was glad he had prepared for tonight. This night would assuage the endless need that had tormented him for months. Tonight Grace would be his. "What are you doing here?" Grace felt shaken at seeing Michael in the ladies room. He looked handsome like always but now there was a predatory air about him and she had the feeling that she was his prey. "This is the ladies room you can't be here." "Of course I can." Michael calmly took out handcuffs and quickly snapped one end to her left wrist and the other to the hand towel rack on the end of one sink. Then he did the same to her right wrist. "I can do anything I want." Grace had been shocked since he first appeared in the ladies bathroom and because of this she had stood there like an idiot while he handcuffed both hands to hand towel racks on opposite sides of the sink. Feeling the sink dig into her back she regained her senses and frantically tried pulling her wrists free but the racks wouldn't budge. "What are you doing? Let me go." "I'm giving us what we both want." "But anyone can come in and see us." Grace shivered as Michael placed his hands on her body. "That's a risk we're going to have to take." He smiled at the picture she made. Handcuffed and at his mercy. * * * Jason gently pulled his mystery woman out of the ballroom and up the winding staircase. His bedroom was located on the second floor. Silently they made their way up the curved staircase and down the hallway into Jonathan's master bedroom. Inside the room he closed the door and locked it. Pushing her against the door he kissed her and felt intoxicated by her taste. If her mouth tasted this good he wondered how good her pussy would taste, he felt like his cock would burst. Dancing close to her body had aroused him to fever pitch and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He had to have her now. "I need to be inside you now. The first time will be quick but the next time I'll make it last longer, but I can't right now baby." He lifted her dress and lowered her panties past her hips, letting them fall around her ankles. When she made a move to step out of them he stopped her. "No leave those around your ankles. Move your feet apart. That's it widen your legs as much as the panties will let you. That's a good girl." He opened the zipper of his trousers and withdrew his cock. Pressing against her he guided his cock between her legs and positioned the tip against her wet, pulsing pussy. With groan he pushed his cock as far as he could. Pressed against the door Stephanie finally knew what she had been missing. His cock stretched her pussy and it was a bit Uncomfortable, she tried to relax her muscles. His cock filled her so deeply at first she thought she would burst, the head of his cock butting against her cervix pushing her into pleasure/pain. Her pussy pulsed around his cock and all she could think of was, more and faster. Grabbing on to his shoulders she tried to get him to move. "Please." She begged. She was dying. She needed him to stop his slow invasion of her body and move faster. "Faster. Harder." She groaned as he pumped his hips faster and harder his long cock pushing all the way inside her with each trust. This was what she had been wanting for the past year. She hadn't ever felt this turned on and the way he had her positioned with her feet trapped by her panties, her legs only opened so far made her excitement level rise and with him wedged inside of her. She couldn't take it anymore. His cock pushed his way into her once more and then again and she came with a shriek, waves of ecstasy filling her body and their combined juices ran down her thighs. Only his hands holding her against the door kept her standing. He pumped his cock inside her again and again. Thinking nothing felt as good as being balls deep inside his mystery woman. He trust two more times and came with a groan filling her pussy with his semen. Distantly he heard her shriek and felt the walls of her pussy massaging his cock when she climaxed. Nothing had ever felt as good as coming inside her wet pussy. Gently pulling out of her he helped her step out of her panties and carried her towards his bed. Exhausted Stephanie curled into the bed and tried to sleep. Distantly she heard him remove his clothes, feeling him reach for her she mumbled and tried to continue sleeping. "Oh no, my mystery woman that was only the beginning." He started to remove her clothes. "I'm not done with you yet." Holding her naked in his arms he kissed her and then used his tongue to tease her further. One taste had not whetted his appetite. By the end of this night he would get his fill of her. Her nipples puckered under his wandering tongue. He kept going father down her body and her body once again trembled with desire. Stephanie had gone from feeling sleepy to fully aroused and shook with the knowledge of what was to come. Feeling his mouth tease the triangle of hair above her pussy, she opened her legs a wide as she could silently begging his to continue. Threading her hands through his hair she tried to move his head down to her aching pussy needing his mouth there more than anything. Then he was there licking away arousing her to a fever pitch. Leaving her groaning as his artful mouth teased her and her tongue rubbed her clit. Again and again he feasted on her determined to drive her mad with pleasure. When her climax tore through her body she screamed his name and suddenly she felt him thrust inside her pumping away, wrapping her legs around his waist and she realized he hadn't taken her mask off, but she could do nothing but hold on for the ride and glory in the pleasure. She was so close to coming again. "More please." She begged. "Harder." She moaned. He lost control pumping inside her with all his strength and her screams filled the room. Letting go she climaxed violently and lost in herself she felt Jason spurt his semen inside as he shouted his release. And still her pussy throbbed. Slipping out of her he fell on the bed and holding her close they fell wearily into a deep sleep. Stephanie awoke out of a deep sleep lying on her stomach with Jonathan entering her from behind. Her pussy still drenched with their juices allowed him to easily slide in. This time he was slow and controlled. She clenched her hands on the bed sheets. Letting the waves of pleasure fill her. Waiting for him to move faster, but he never did, in and out, in and out. It took forever or so it seemed to her and in the end they were both trying to catch their breath. They lay cuddled together and drifted of to sleep. * * * Stephanie woke up in a Jason's bedroom. She had achieved her goal, she had no regrets, spending the night with Jason had been extraordinary, full of mind drugging pleasure, but she wasn't ready to reveal herself to him. Last night had been all she hoped for and more and now she had to find a way to sneak out his bedroom and his house. Feeling her face she noticed that her demi mask was still in place. Slowly Stephanie untangled his arms from around her and slid off the bed trying to move the bed as little as possible. Picking up her clothes and shoes from the floor where they had been recklessly thrown the night before she slipped into the hallway and closed the door behind her. Quickly she put on her dress and slipped her shoes on. Then she quickly and quietly headed to the staircase and escape but found her easy escape foiled by a beautiful golden retriever that lay in the hallway looking at her with big brown eyes. "Hi, pretty dog. Please don't bark." She whispered. I'm almost there. I have to make it out of here before he realizes I'm not in bed anymore. Stepping as quietly as possible she went around the dog and reaching the staircase she ran down the steps anxious to get to the door and leave. On the final step she slipped and made a grab for the banister. "Miss, are you all right?" Damn. She got up and ran as fast as she could out the doorway. "What a strange young lady?" the butler thought. * * * Letting herself inside her apartment Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. All along the drive home she had replayed the night over and over in her mind and she was still confused about her situation. Sex with the boss and he hadn't even recognized her. Guess that told her how much he thought of her. "So you're finally home." Amanda watched her disheveled sister enter the apartment. "It's two in the morning." "What are you still doing here?" Surprised and embarrassed at finding Amanda waiting up for her Stephanie tried to act calmly. "I was waiting for you to come home. Did you think I stayed here all night because I like your apartment? " Looking at her rumpled sister Amanda Clark knew instantly what had occurred and hoped that Grace had fared just as well. "Well it's about time." "Amanda." Mortified Stephanie tried to keep calm but the blood rushed to her face. "I have to get some sleep before work." Rushing into her bedroom Stephanie tried to escape her Amanda's knowing eyes. "Well, was it him?" "Him?" she asked, trying to avoid the question. "I don't know who you are talking about. I'm going to take a shower and get in bed." "You can't fool me." She called after her sister. "You know exactly who I'm talking about." * * * Chapter Three Entering his office Jason still couldn't keep his thoughts off the woman who spent a night of passion in his bed. His thoughts were so occupied he didn't notice his friend and vice-president sitting in his chair. "So how did last night go?" A smiling Michael White sat at his desk confidently and patiently waiting. "Thinking of taking over my job, are you?" He joked, Trying to avoid the subject altogether. You look very good sitting there. Now would you mind getting out of my chair." "Don't evade the question." "What question?" "How did it go with your beautiful secretary?" "What are talking about?" Secretary? Slowly, he studied his friend, perhaps he'd drunk too much champagne last night because there was no way his mystery woman remotely resembled his secretary." Did you drink to much champagne last night?" Michael burst of laughter surprised him. "What are you laughing about?" "You didn't recognize her." His friend was going to get the shock of a lifetime." You see her everyday. She sits across from you as you dictate letters to her and you can't even recognize her when your holding her in your arms as you move across the dance floor." Jason's mind whirled in confusion trying to deny what Michael had just revealed. Images flashed in his mind, change the clothes and change her hairstyle, and remembering her voice it suddenly came together. Oh my God, Stephanie Clark his secretary. His passionate mystery woman was none other than Stephanie Clark his quiet and reserved secretary. "I see you finally understand." Having accomplished his mission Michael slowly made his way to the door. He had his own mission to accomplish. A certain redhead needed to be taught a lesson." I'll see you later I have some business to attend to." Alone in his office Jason began to plan. * * * Stephanie walked through the aisles of Beaumont Department store trying to find her sister Amanda in the lingerie department. She was dressed in her usual clothes and was back to looking like herself again. She had to talk with someone about last night and Grace was the only one of her sisters working today. Amanda only worked part-time the rest of her days were spent at the university working to complete her graduate degree. Stephanie spotted Amanda at the cashier desk attending an older woman. She waited to the side hoping her sister would finish the transaction soon. "Thank You for your purchase." Amanda handed an elegantly wrapped package to a woman. "I'm sure the outfit will be a pleasant surprise for your husband. " "Oh, thank you." A large smile lit up the woman's face. "I certainly hope he likes it." Amanda watched the older woman leave happy with a spring in her step, no doubt thinking about the coming night in her husbands' arms. She liked to see people happy. "Will you stop staring at the customer and pay attention to me? I need your help." Stephanie repeated for the second time. "Sorry, but when I'm that old I hope I have a husband that still makes me feel that happy and young." Amanda noticed Stephanie's agitated state and wondered what had happened to her usually calm and collected sister. "What's up with you? You look like a Mexican jumping bean. Stand still and tell me what's wrong." Amanda wondered what was wrong and if it had anything to do with Stephanie's disappearance last night. She'd left Grace in the bathroom with Michael and had gone to look for Stephanie. She'd given up after a half hour and had spent the rest of the evening dancing with Jason's cousin. "Does it have anything to do with your disappearance last night?" "What's wrong? You can't even begin to imagine what's wrong." Stephanie continued her nervous pacing back and forth. "I did it. I mean I did him. That is I slept with Jason Beaumont and now I don't know what to do." Grace grabbed her sister's shoulders to stop her from pacing. "Stop that you're making me dizzy. And what do you mean you don't know what to do? It looks like you already did it." "He didn't even know who I was." "What?" "He didn't recognize me. Apparently I looked so different that he couldn't tell who I was and he's known me long enough that he should have been able to tell who I was even with the mask on." Thinking back to how she felt at that particular moment Stephanie realized how at odds those emotions were at how she felt now. Then she had felt excited and beautiful at being able to inspire such feelings of lust in the man she had desired and loved for so long. Now all she could feel is miserable that she had to resort to such a deception to gain his attention." I guess I usually look like such at dog that I don't merit his notice unless I change my appearance completely." She wouldn't cry. "You don't look like a dog" Anger fueled Amanda's voice at Jason Beaumont's inability to see what a special person her sister was. "You are just very conservative in your dress and it's alright because for your job that's appropriate. Besides you had your mask on. Of course he didn't recognize you." "You mean I look like an old fashioned schoolmarm and he should've at least recognized me by my voice. We have worked together for the past two years." A new resolve went through Stephanie. "Help me Grace I need to change my look. I still want to look businesslike and professional but I don't want to look like a schoolmarm. Can you help me?" "Yes, of course." * * * In his office Jason sent an assistant to look for Stephanie. At first he thought she might not have come to work but he found out quickly enough that she had. She was brave to come into work after last night but then again maybe she still believed that he wouldn't recognize her. After all he hadn't last night. Thinking about last night made his blood begin to heat and he couldn't help but have a physical reaction to the memories. He never would have thought his shy, soft spoken secretary could be so sexually adventurous or how magnificent her body looked underneath those shapeless blouses and long skirts. He still didn't know how he felt about her other than the fact that he was totally blown away by last night and wanted to continue seeing her. The door opened and he watched Stephanie walk in and take her seat. Her notepad and pencil in hand. She never looked his way. She probably thought he wouldn't recognize her with her. "Whenever you're ready to begin dictating Mr. Beaumont." Stephanie kept her eyes directly on her notepad and avoided looking directly at Jason's face. She didn't need to look at him to remember how he looked. His image was burned in her mind. She could still remember how his blue eyes had gazed at her with hunger and desire. Her hands still itched to run through his blonde hair. "I've been ready since last night." He stood before her confronting her with the truth. He knew she was last night's mystery woman and dared her to deny it. "Why did you leave this morning without saying goodbye?" She stared up at him in complete shock trying to get her mouth to move and respond to his question. Think, she thought, say something. Then anger took over and she couldn't help but confront him about the fact that he apparently didn't even know what she looked like. "You didn't even know who I was. What was I supposed to do? How did you find out it was me?" He had to tell her the truth. It was the right thing to do if he expected the same from her. "Someone recognized you." A Perfect Love "Someone other than you because you would never have thought it was me." She'd give him the truth if that's what he wanted." You would never have thought on your own that the woman you slept with last night was me." "Look I admit I never thought of you as anything more than my secretary, but I think last night changed our relationship." Lightly caressing her face he tried to explain to her. "We can keep having what we had last night. I know you want it as much as I do." "I don't know. Right now I'm not sure of how I feel about this." Looking into his eyes she felt herself mesmerized by his gaze but fought the urge to give in to him. Memories of last night kept running through her mind. Still she could not give in to what he wanted because even though last night had been what she wanted. Her feelings were still to hurt over Jason's apparent obliviousness over her and she needed time to think about the situation. "Why don't you think about it and let me know what you decide." Slowly, he had to go slowly or he could scare her off. His feelings were still confused and he would sort them out later but for right now the only thing he knew for certain was that he wanted to continue what they started." What do you say?" She couldn't help but fall for his seduction all over again. It was all she had dreamed of since she began working for him. Closing her eyes she leaned towards him and felt him kissing her and felt herself surrender to the pleasure of his embrace. Jason loved the taste of her mouth. Its flavor brought back heated memories from last night and he longed to once again experience the ecstasy of being fully sheathed inside her. He groaned his pleasure, gripped her hips lifting her to sit atop his desk and pushed her skirt up around her hips. Underneath her dress he felt skimpy lace panties completely soaked through. "Such a contradiction you are. You wear long, conservative skirts that nearly reach the floor and underneath the skirt you wear such inciting underwear. I wonder if the rest of your undergarments also such a nice surprise?" Stephanie felt herself lose control. Jason's wandering hands were driving her crazy. First he touched her rubbing her pussy through her soaked panties. As if that alone wasn't enough to drive her wild he unbuttoned her blouse and was licking her nipples through her peach colored matching lace bra courtesy of Amanda. And judging by the huge erection bulging through Jason's pant's he liked the matching panties and bra. Perhaps she should reconsider her cotton underwear and use sexy lingerie more often. "Umm, such delightful surprises." Jason's couldn't help but love the peach colored lace that covered Stephanie's pussy and breasts. Standing between her open thighs he pushed her back to lay on his desk and proceeded to slide her panties off of her and tucked them inside his pant pockets. He looked at her laying before him partially clothe with her legs opened to show her pussy and her breasts threatening to spill out of her bra with every breath. She lay there like a sexual offering or sacrifice to some pagan god. Jason unzipped his zipper and took out his huge cock placing the tip at the entrance of Stephanie drenched pussy. She was hot. He didn't think he had ever had a woman respond to him like this. She was as wild for him as he was for her. "Please." Stephanie couldn't stop herself from begging. Jason thrust his cock inside all the way inside her aching pussy and stopped for a moment to savor the feeling of his cock being tightly clasped by her pussy. He shivered with need and groaning pulled nearly all the way out only to trust back in again keeping a slow and steady rhythm. His thrusting was so slow and controlled. She needed him to go faster or she would go insane. Whimpering she thrust her hips back at Jason and tried to find something to hold on. "Please." Panting she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his hips. " Go faster." Jason held to his rigid control. Last night they had sex fast and hard. This time he wanted to savor his time with his mystery woman even if it killed him. "No, not this time." He said breathing harshly. Stephanie felt his cock sliding in and out of her pussy and felt herself close to orgasm. Using one of her hands she touched her clit and rubbed. She was close so close. Nearly there. Finally she exploded. Stephanie's orgasm pushed Jason into his own as he felt her pussy contracting around his cock and he spurted his seed within her. "Oh god, Oh god." Stephanie kept repeating and knew she could get addicted to having sex with Jason if she wasn't careful. She couldn't afford to get used to this. He might want her now but after his past experience with his fiancée she didn't think he would commit to a serious long term relationship. She whimpered as Jason slid his cock out from her and felt small vibrations of pleasure radiating from her pussy. Jason arranged his cock in his trousers and zipped them up. "I take this to mean that you have decided to continue with this relationship." * * * Stephanie thought that it was strange that all of her life she had never taken any risks or done anything outrageous and now within two days her life seemed to have turned upside down or right side up depending which way you looked at the situation and now here she was again right back where she had started on from the night before. After the great sex on her boss's desk it had been pretty hard to get through the rest of the working day. Every time she tried to get some work done she kept thinking about how Jason had fucked her on top of his desk. Sure, that had been one of the secret fantasies that she'd often had, but never thought would actually happen. She got so aroused all over again her pussy kept aching throughout the whole day and she'd made several trips to ladies room to get cleaned up. She usually brought an extra pair of panties but with all the anxiety about Jason she had completely forgotten to bring an extra pair today and Jason had kept the one he'd taken off of her. At five Stephanie started to clear her desk getting ready to leave for the day. She started to make her way out of the store and looked forward to getting home and sorting all her feelings out. That idea was quickly overturned when Jason quickly hustled her out of the store and drove her to his house. "Why are you doing this?" She asked her eyes looking around the elegant mansion. Last night she had been feeling out of her depth in the silver dress and had not paid much attention to the mansion. "We need time to get to know each other." They had only known each other as coworkers and it was time they get to know each other personally. Since they were going to continue seeing each other it was best they got to know each other. "We can have dinner and talk." "Ok." Stephanie was not sure how to act and decided the best thing to do was bide her time. "Miss, may I take your coat?" The same man who saw her leaving last night stood there waiting for her coat. "Yes, thank you." "Thank You, Perry." Jason handed his coat to the butler. "Would you see that dinner is prepared and served at seven?" "Yes, sir." Perry had served the Beaumont family since before Jason had been born and felt a great loyalty towards the family. At the moment Jason's parents were on an Alaskan cruise but Jason's grandfather needed to be informed of what was happening. Suddenly a blur burst out from a room and jumped on Jason. A beautiful golden retriever happy at seeing Jason again quivered and shook while Jason petted him and scratched behind his ears. "Let's take a seat outside in the garden and talk for a bit." They walked through the house and outside from the back door Stephanie saw a large lawn with a small courtyard in the middle with a table and chairs and two small garden of to each side. Stephanie felt calm and peaceful in such a beautiful and serene area. They sat there in silence watching the dog run and play having a grand time chasing birds and trying to catch them. "He's beautiful. What's his name?" "Charlie." Jason threw a stick and watched Charlie run across the lawn to pick it up in his mouth and bring it back to him. Scratching him a few times behind the ears before throwing the stick again Jason smiled fondly at Charlie. "He was a gift from my parent's. They saw him in an adopt a pet program that the animal shelter had and saved him from being euthanized." "He's so sweet." Stephanie was surprised at this new side of Jason. "I'm sure he's great company." "Yes, he is." Ever since the night of the masquerade when he'd first been attracted to Stephanie he'd felt an intense desire and that had driven him to become intimate so soon. Never before had he'd had sex within less than an hour of meeting a woman. Hell, usually not even within days of meeting a woman. But then again he hadn't really met Stephanie for the first time that night. They worked together for two years. Could that be the reason for his immediate reaction to her that night? Jason couldn't help but wonder if that was the reason why even now all he could think about was getting back inside Stephanie. She sat there in those conservative cloths her hair pulled back in a bun looking like his old spinster aunt and all he could think about was parting her legs and thrusting inside her. He had to think about something else. "Charlie is the best." * * * In another room in the mansion Perry made a secret telephone call to Jason's grandfather Michael Beaumont. Perry knew that Michael worried about his grandson. The entire family had seen how his broken engagement with Cynthia Davis had affected him and wanted the best for Jason. And in the families mind that was a nice young woman that would love Jason as they believed he deserved to be loved. "Yes?" The phone was answered on the third ring. "What is it?" "It's Perry, sir." Perry heard the gruff voice of his longtime employer and friend and knew that the news he had would make his day. "Mr. Beaumont I have something to tell you." "Well, what is it?" "Master Jason brought a young lady for dinner." "Hah, it's about time. The boy let that Cynthia girl affect him to much. She didn't deserve our boy. Well keep me informed of everything that happens" "Yes, sir." * * * Stephanie sat down in the kitchen eating the best roast beef sandwich that she had ever tasted. Instead of the stuffy dining room she seen earlier Stephanie had been surprised when Jason had suggested they eat in the family room. They sat the floor their plates on the coffee table and enjoyed the blazing fir in the fireplace. "This is nice. Do you usually eat in here?" "Yes." On the floor an excited Charlie looked up with soulful eyes hoping to get some food. Jason tossed a piece of roast beef to Charlie who promptly gobbled it up and begged for more. "It's usually just me and Charlie. So there is no reason to use the dining room except for special occasions." "Mmm, this is the best roast beef sandwich." "Yeah, Perry always makes the best food." "Has he worked for you for along time?" "He's worked for the family since before I was born." "Well, he sure makes the best sandwiches I'm going to miss the taste now that I've eaten one." Stephanie daintily licked a bit of sauce that had fallen on her finger." I wish my roast beef sandwiches came out this good." "You don't have to miss them." Jason stated. It was time to lay out all on the line. "You can eat them whenever you like." "What are you talking about?" Surely the sandwich must have gone to his head because he sure didn't make any sense. "If you stay here you can eat Perry's roast beef sandwich's any time you like." There he' said it. Now all he had to do was wait for her answer and from the shocked look on her face he sure hoped the answer would come soon. "I can't stay here." Stephanie's mind raced furiously trying to think exactly why she couldn't stay. There were a lot of reasons and as soon as she could think straight she'd remember them. "Why not?" "Why not?" She sputtered." Well, um, I have my own apartment?" "That's not a good enough reason." "We are employer and employee and that's got to be forbidden. Isn't it?" "Beaumont's Department store doesn't have such a policy besides we've already had sex. If it was forbidden do you think I would have continued with this?" Stephanie couldn't find a solid excuse to say no to his offer. Besides deep down she wanted to stay and see where this relationship would lead to. Even though she loved Jason she wasn't naïve enough to believe they would get married and live happily ever after but she loved and at least she could have whatever length of time with Jason before he got bored with the novelty of being with her and went back to dating models. "Ok, I'll stay here." Unknown to both of them their arrangement had just thrust them into a new level of a relationship that would soon be tested and they continued to eat their roast beef sandwiches without a clue. * * * Chapter Four Jason sat as his desk trying to concentrate on work but it was all to no avail. He relayed the events of the past two days in his mind and wondered what the future would bring in his relationship with Stephanie. He had been burned in the past and tried to keep himself detached from emotional involvement but sweet Stephanie made him want to get emotionally attached to her and he wasn't quite sure what that meant. A knock at the door startled him out of his thought. "Come in." "Hello, darling." A stylish and chic blonde strode into his office and brazenly sat in a chair and looked him straight in the eyes. "It's nice to see you again." Shocked Jason could only stare at the beautiful face before him. Anyone else would have seen a beautiful and sweet blonde, but he knew her for what she was. A deceiving bitch who had no problem using anyone or anything, including sex to get her own way. "What the hell are you doing here?" "I'm applying for the Inventory Manager position." "You can't be serious." Jason stared at the haughty face. "Since when do you work?" "Darling don't get huffy." Cynthia Chambers was used to getting her way and today was not going to be any different. Her calm and coaxing saccharine voice hid an iron will and the mindset of a shark. She wanted that Inventory Manager position and she was going to get it no matter what. "It can be like old time." "Old times were not that great." Jason said, forcefully. Cynthia stood up and walked around Jason's desk and sat herself on his lap. Slipped her arms around his neck and tried to use the feminine wiles she usually wielded with great success. "You remember how much fun we used to have. With me as the Inventory Manger and working here so close to you we can have that fun again." "I remember how you used to have fun with everyone." "Darling, that was nothing." A smiling Cynthia explained. "Lot's of couples have a little fun on the side." * * * Stephanie had taken a brief break in the morning to talk to Amanda and let her now all that had happened. Stephanie had not been able to keep her adventures with Jason secret and had told her sister everything. For the first time in her life she felt happy and had remembered Jason's sexual assault of her body on top of his desk the previous day. Stephanie opened the door to Jason's office with the firm intention of a repeat of yesterday's adventure. Jason would need little convincing, and how right she had been in her thinking, because Jason had blonde sitting in his lap. Apparently today he wanted to have sex in his office with someone else. Gasping she turned and ran out of the office and the store. * * * Jason looked up to see Stephanie standing in his doorway staring at him in shock. He had seen the hurt look in her eyes and hated Cynthia more because of it. He shoved Cynthia of his lap. "Stephanie wait. It's not what you think." He yelled after her in vain. "Isn't it darling?" Asked a smiling Cynthia. "Shut up you stupid bitch." At that moment he realized how different Stephanie and Cynthia were and how much Stephanie meant to him. Without him knowing it she had conquered his heart in a few short days. "Get out and don't come back. I never want to see you again." * * * "Damn it,damn it!" Stephanie paced back and forth in her living room. She deserved what had happened because she had dared to believe that this time it would be different. That she would be the woman that Jason would love but instead he had showed her that he thought she was like all the other that he had affairs with. The sound of the doorbell pushed past her angry haze and she stalked over and yanked it open. Seeing Jason there only served to anger her further. "What are you doing here?" "I came to explain about today." "There is no need to explain it's obvious you care nothing for me." Stepahie tried to hold back tears but it was useless and they fell silently down her face. "Please go." "Don't cry. The woman in the office today meant nothing to me." Jason gently pushed her into her apartment. Her crying undid him and he proceeded to hold her and gently kiss her face. "That woman was Cynthia Chamber's. My former fiancée and the cold hearted bitch who cheated on me with everything that had to legs. She wanted the Inventory Manager position and tried to use sex to get it." Stephanie felt the truth of Jason's words and couldn't help but trust him. She leaned deeper into his kiss and felt their passion get out of control. Lowering themselves to the rug the helped each other out of their clothes and made the sweetest gentlest love, because this time it was love, not just sex. She cried at the beauty of their actions as they used lips and hands to convey how they felt about each other. "I love you Stephanie." "I know." "How?" "I felt it in your touch as you made love to me." Stephanie smiled. Jason reached over to his clothes and took something out of his jacket. Stephanie Clark you are my love. My perfect love. Will you marry me?" Stephanie looked at the diamond ring in his hand and cried with joy. "Yes, I will marry you." Jason slipped the ring on her finger and gently kissed her. "I can't wait to tell my sister's." Stephanie couldn't look away from the ring. Her sisters would be truly happy for her. Suddenly something seemed odd. She had talked with Amanda alot recently but Grace seemed to have disappeared. She would have to look for her, later, right now Jason's attention to her body was distracting her from all thought. "Tell them tomorrow." Jason said, right now he wanted to make love to her again and in loving her body show her how much he loved all of her all over again.