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Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 01

By: Marriedandneedingmore



This is my second story series. Bear with me while I improve!

It revolves around a mature married woman who has to become the family breadwinner after her husband has an accident. She becomes a Secretary for her Husband's Boss.

If you are expecting lots of sex you better go elsewhere, this is about setting the scene for future chapters,

As usual comments and ratings are appreciated and welcome.

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Lydia was a 50 year woman, married to William 5 years older, for the last 30 years. They had four kids, 2 of each, the girls 30 and 20, the boys 25 and 10. As no doubt you will deduce from this, she married young at 20 years of age, pregnant at the time. William had been her high school sweetheart, her only lover, they having been together since she was just 17. She had a very happy contented life. William had a good job, as a logistics manager in a local firm. They had always lived a good life, not wealthy but comfortable enough to put the kids through College and have a good annual holiday. She had not worked since she had married; she was a content housewife looking after the house and her kids, the last of which had been a big surprise. She did not have a big number of close friends, just three other nearby housewives with whom she would have an occasional coffee morning. She was looking forward to their first grandchild as her eldest married daughter was three months pregnant. 

Her social outings were limited to a few occasions annually where she would accompany William to work events. She enjoyed these outings, proud to be on his arm, proud of his career, given his low level of education. He had joined the company as a store man and had worked hard through various promotions to his current managerial role. She was always embarrassed when he told her how lucky all the guys thought he was, to be married to a sexy woman. She never considered herself sexy though she had always ensured that she looked after herself. She wanted to look good for her husband. She did not look her 50 years, probably 5 to 8 years younger, still retaining her body, with very little excess bits and pieces, and large breasts. She had long black hair, though not as dark as it had been in earlier life. The one thing she did not like about her body was her 34DD breasts; she had always wished for smaller ones as she was conscious that men would stare at them.

Their content comfortable married life was shattered when she received a phone call from her husband's boss to tell her that he had been hurt in a car accident on the way to work and that he had been taken to hospital. She rushed to the hospital to see him, to discover that it was very likely that he had broken many bones and damaged his back. The good news was that he would recover but it could take a lot of time.

For the next three months she visited him in the hospital each day. Prior to the accident she had never worried about monetary matters; that was all left in his hands. She knew that they had some savings and assumed that the company would continue to pay him while he was out of work. On her next visit William asked for the kids to leave but for her to stay, he needed to discuss something in private with her. She sat there stunned as he told her that the company would only pay him full pay for another month and that they would put him on half pay for the next six months. 

"And after that?"

"If I am not back at work by then, they will cease to pay me."

"How can that be? you have worked there all your life."

"Love, it's not a large company, they can't afford to keep paying someone who is not contributing."

"This can't be happening, what are we going to do? The Doctors are saying it could be another twelve months before you can even contemplate working."

"Love, we'll work something out, we still have some savings."

"The savings won't last long and we still have the mortgage, the college fees and other normal living expenses."

"I know Love, maybe Gillian can take a break from College. She could get a job for a while and go back later when we get back on track."

"Oh no, I can't believe we'd have to ask her to do that. Anyhow there are not exactly loads of jobs around here."

"Let's think about it Love, I will talk to James and see if maybe he could give her a job."

James was his boss, a man in his 30's, who William had never really liked. He had taken over the company only a year ago from his Father who had been a really nice man. However, he had retired due to poor health leaving his son in charge of his company.

Still in total shock she gave him a kiss on the cheek, telling him she loved him and left the hospital, trying not to look upset as her youngest son was waiting in the lobby. They went home and she prepared dinner as usual which they ate at the kitchen table together as they always did. She listened as Gillian talked about her day at college; it was obvious how much she loved it, with only two years to complete her degree course in Business studies. Her two older siblings had both gone to college and were now working in reasonable jobs. She had always thought Gillian to be the most intelligent of all the kids, having always achieved grades far in excess of her older siblings. William and Lydia had always hoped that Gillian would be the child to get on best in life. It broke Lydia's heart, listening to her chat about her day, to even consider having to ask her to give it up, even temporarily.

The following day when she had her daily visit to the hospital she bumped into James who was leaving her husband's room.

"Oh hi Lydia, was just seeing how William was, he seems to be looking better, don't you think?"

"Yes James, he's getting there but its slow progress unfortunately."

She looked over at her Husband, lying down on his bed. Sitting upright for any long period was still difficult for him.

"I was asking James about a job for Gillian, he says that he may have a job coming up. His dads old secretary, you remember Emily, is retiring soon and he says he will consider her if that is what we want."

She looked up at James, who she caught staring at her breasts, though fully covered under her dress. He took his time looking away and smiled at her, "Lydia, if you want to discuss the job for her, give me a call."

"Thanks James, we still have to decide what to do."

"When you have decided get in touch. I'll be off now, William, keep up the good work and get better soon, I'll call again soon."

"Thanks Boss, hope I can speed it up."

"Bye guys."

With that he was gone and they discussed their monies issues and potential solutions. It was unlikely that any bank would give them a loan and none of their children had any worthwhile savings.

"Maybe I should get a job."

"You've never had a job Love, what could you do?"

"I'm sure there are some jobs I could do, I could be a cleaner or something."

"Love, there are very few jobs out there and they tend to go to younger kids with qualifications, even the manual labour jobs seem like that these days."

"Thanks for your confidence in me, I'm just an old married housewife, is that what you saying?"

"Love, please you know I'm not saying that, just the realities of the difficult times we live in, not too many opportunities for mature people."

Shortly after, she left, upset at their chat, but knowing that all he had said was probably true. Who would recruit an old married mother of four with no work experience? 

That night she lay in bed watching the silent TV while talking to her husband on the phone. As she talked to him about his doctor's visit after she had left him, she watched as a sex scene appeared on the TV, a scene involving a young married couple, so much passion, even without sound.

Even over the phone he detected a lack of attention to what he was saying and he asked her what she was watching. When she told him he laughed, "Sorry Love, I guess that's something else you're losing out on while I'm in here."

"Don't be stupid, it's not as if we are exactly doing it so regularly anymore," she laughing as well.

"You complaining there Love?"

She laughed, "Of course not, we're not exactly youngsters anymore."

He laughed with her, "We're not invalids either yet Love. I look forward to playing with your puppies when I get out."

"I hate when you call them that, you know that, if we were rich I'd have had them reduced years ago."

"Oh no, not my favourite puppies," laughing loudly, "anyway I better go here, I'm very tired, goodnight Love."

"Good night Willy. Love you always."

She turned up the volume on the TV to listen to the finish of the scene, listening to the moaning of the woman on top of the man, their bodies glistening in the low light of their bedroom. She thought about what William had said, asking her if she had been complaining. She knew she hadn't been but she did miss their sex life. While never mind blowing in the way it was portrayed in movies and books she had been content with their lovemaking. Over the years, as the kids arrived, it had become less frequent. It had never been very frequent even from the start but now they seemed to be down to once every couple of months, and even that didn't last long. She wondered if scenes she read about in books about long sessions, multiple orgasms and feelings of total lust were only in fiction. She smiled to herself at her thoughts. Of course she was happy with her sex life. William was a good lover to her.

The following day she decided to go and see James before she went to the hospital. She was greeted by many of her Husband's colleagues, enquiring about his progress, wishing him well, before she got to the management suite where she was welcomed and hugged by Emily, James' secretary. 

After some short chat she was told to go into the office where James arose from his large desk. He greeted her with a kiss on the cheek before asking her to sit down in front of his desk, he sitting in his large revolving chair.

"So Lydia, have you decided that you want Gillian to take a job?"

"James, this is so hard. Gillian has the potential to have a great future, are you sure that the company cannot continue to support us until William is okay to come back?"

"I really wish we could but we can't afford to pay someone who is not working for us and I'm not sure from talking to the doctors that he might ever be back."

"James, don't say that, of course he will."

"Lydia, of course it's always good to be positive, but sometimes we have to be realistic too."

She began to cry a little, knowing that what he was saying could be correct. He came around his desk, giving her a tissue, putting his hands on her shoulders, telling her everything will work out okay.

"How will it be okay? Our life has been completely turned around."

"There are always options for hard working people, something will turn up."

"Like what James? I was even saying to William that I should get a job but he told me that I was too old with no experience."

He looked down at her, unable to keep his eyes off her fabulous breasts. 

"You know Lydia, it never crossed my mind before now but maybe Gillian could stay at college and you could take Emily's job when she retires."

She looked up at him, tears in her eyes, "James, I have no secretarial experience, in fact I have no work experience at all."

"I'm sure you use the PC at home, don't you?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Well then you know how to type, I'm sure filing you could learn quickly."

"James, I don't know what to say."

"Just say you'll think about it. The fact is that 

I'm guilty about not being able to continue to pay William. At least if you're working here I can make sure that monies are coming into your house."

"James, you are too kind, I will talk to William about it if that's ok."

"Of course that's ok. I would expect you would need to discuss it with him. I'm sure he will see it is the best solution. Gillian can stay at College that way." 

"Ok, I will contact you later if that's ok," getting up to go.

He hugged her, feeling her large breasts against his chest, and kissed her on the cheek, "Everything will be okay Lydia. Give my best to William."

She was surprised by the hug but didn't consider it inappropriate given their discussion and her crying in his office, he was only trying to console her. 

The job offer had also taken her completely by surprise, could she do it? Would she make a fool of herself? Could it be that hard?

She spoke to William about James' offer. He was very surprised and a little worried. He had known James almost all of his life having worked with his father for so long. He knew that his father had been worried about his wild life when he had been living away from home in his college years. Afterwards he had a big reputation with the ladies, of using them for his own satisfaction. He assumed however that was in all his past, he had not heard anything untoward since he had returned home and started with the company two years ago.

"What do you think Love?"

"It sounds like a good solution. Gillian can stay at college and I can bring some money in."

"Did he say how much you would be paid?"

"No he didn't but I assume it would make up for what you losing, at least for the next six months."

"I suppose it is the best choice," not sounding convinced though.

"You don't sound like you want me to do it."

"It's not that, I just hate that you have to go out to work."

"So do I, but we have no choice, do we?"

"No, I guess not, I'm sorry Love."

"It's not your fault, we'll get by."

"I do love you so much. I'm not sure what I could have ever done without you and now I'm depending even more on you."

"Marriage is a two way thing, you have always done your best for our family and we have had a good life. I just have to make sure that we can carry on as best as we can until you are up and about again," though thinking about what James had said about him never working again.

"In sickness and in health eh," laughing as he said it.

"All the way, I love you. I would do anything for you and the family. I will call James tonight and tell him." 

"Ok Love, it is for the best I suppose," the thoughts in his mind about James just wouldn't go away.

Kissing him she left and went home, realising that she was already feeling more confident in herself, feeling proud that she was now going to help support the family financially. 

That evening she rang James to tell him their decision. 

"That's great news Lydia, it saves me having to advertise and interview for the job, Emily is due to retire in two weeks so maybe you could start on Monday and she can train you a little before she leaves."

"That sounds good James. I can't thank you enough for doing this for us."

"Lydia, no need to thank me, I will get my value's worth from you," laughing. She nervously laughed with him.

"Ok I will see you on Monday James, thanks again."

"Great Lydia, I look forward to working closely with you, enjoy your weekend."

After their goodbyes she got a glass of wine and relaxed on the couch. She had told the kids the news earlier and although they were very surprised, after she told them why it was needed, they all hugged her and thanked her. In particular Gillian felt guilty at the continued payment of her college fees but her mother assured her that she and William were not going to stop her finishing college. They knew that the investment would pay back tenfold in the future. She laughed as she told her daughter that they looked forward to being supported by their children when they retired. Crying, Gillian said that she would always look after her parents. She would pay them back with everything she had in the future. They hugged and held each other tightly.

"Gillian, what am I going to wear to work?"

"Ha ha I never thought I would hear that from you, it's a secretary role, isn't it?"

"Yes, to James, your dads boss."

"Let's check your wardrobe."

They walked to her bedroom, glasses of wine in hand, giggling like two teenagers.

Gillian went through her wardrobe, "Mum, we may need to get you some more clothes. All you have here are mother type dresses, trousers and jeans."

"What do you mean by mother type dresses?"

"Well not work dresses anyway," laughing at the look on her mother's face, "wait, didn't you have a nice blouse and skirt that you wore after Hugh's wedding last year, where is that?"

"It's on the other side of the wardrobe," standing and taking it out, holding it against her body. It was a black knee length skirt and white blouse.

"Put them on, let me see."

"Now?"

"Yes, Now,"

She was conscious stripping to her undies in front of her, not having done that for many years. She then quickly put on the skirt, followed by the blouse. Looking at herself in the full length mirror she was pleased that it still fitted her perfectly. She thought that the V cut on the top of the blouse was a little too low for the workplace as it showed some cleavage. 

"Mum, that's perfect, you look great."

"It's not a fashion show, it's a job."

"I know Mum, but it's perfect for a secretary, professional yet sexy," laughing again.

"Don't be stupid, I'm not sexy and I certainly don't want to look it at work."

Laughing even more loudly, "All secretaries have to look sexy, it's part of the job specification."

"You haven't met the current one so," laughing, while at the same time examining herself closely in the mirror. She had to admit she looked good. 

"Well then the new girl is going to be an improvement for the boss."

"Oh shut up."

After taking it off and putting on some comfy clothes they returned to the living room. They were pleased that her outfit for her first day was chosen; skirt and blouse complete with low heels.

The weekend was spent as usual with Lydia driving and collecting her kids, doing the shopping, visiting the hospital. As she was leaving William on Sunday evening, he kissed her, "Hope tomorrow goes okay, be careful, I'm sure it will be grand."

Looking at him curiously, "What do you mean by be careful?"

"Oh nothing, forget I said it."

"You cannot say that, what do you mean?"

"Just that James has a reputation with the ladies."

"What do you mean reputation?"

"When he was away I heard that he likes to use women a lot."

"Use?"

"Forget I said anything, it was a long time ago and probably not true anyway."

"How can you only tell me this the night before I start, has he done anything at work?"

"I'm sorry Love, shouldn't have said anything. No, I haven't heard any stories in years."

"No, you shouldn't have said anything. Anyway he's about the same age as Hugh, I'm not much younger than his Mum so I doubt I have anything to worry about, right?"

"Of course Love, sorry, go enjoy your work, Emily is a lovely woman, you will learn a lot from her."

They said their goodbyes, exchanging kisses, and she went home, not forgetting their final discussion. She didn't sleep particularly well. She had been nervous enough about starting her first job without William's earlier comments.

The following morning she woke, showered and dressed. While in the shower she looked at her legs knowing they needed to be shaved but not bothered as she intended to wear tights. She dressed in simple white cotton bra and panties, followed by tights and her chosen outfit.

Arriving at the office she had expected to be greeted by James but Emily told her he was away for the day. Emily spent the day teaching her the filing system, telling her about their major customers who was important, even how to answer the phone correctly and how to address different customers. During a coffee break, she turned to Emily,

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Of course Lydia, ask away."


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"How many different outfits do you have for work?"

She laughed, "That's not very personal, the best thing to do is get about 3 or 4 skirts and 5 or 6 blouses and then you will have loads of different outfits."

"That sounds like a lot of cost."

"Doesn't have to be, they don't all have to be expensive, just make sure you have at least two special outfits for the days we have important clients coming in. He likes to impress them with a more professional set up. If you like, I'll go shopping with you."

"Oh thanks Emily. That would be great."

"Can I say something personal to you now?"

Seeing her nod, she carried on, "You really should shave your legs. They look very hairy, even under those tights. I get mine waxed, you should try it, no need for tights then most of the year."

Embarrassed, she looked down, seeing the hair herself, "Thanks"

That night she shaved her legs and found another white blouse in her wardrobe. The following day she was to go shopping with Emily for badly needed clothes. She had enjoyed her first day, all of the stuff Emily was teaching her seemed to be just plain common sense and not too difficult.

James was in the office on the next day to greet her, with a kiss on the cheek and a big smile. 

"Did Emily tell you about the Tuesday team meetings?"

"No."

"We have a management team meeting. Emily takes the minutes; you should come as well today."

"Ok James."

"Here, you call me Boss, ok?"

She looked at him strangely, but seeing him smiling at her, "Ok Boss."

At 10.00am both ladies went to the team meeting. The management team was made up of James and five other guys, one of who had replaced William until his return. Lydia looked around the large table, knowing four of the guys, Tony the Finance Manager, around the same age as her, John the Operations Manager, about 40, Jim, the HR Manager, in his 50's as well as James, who spoke.

"Guys, you all know Emily is leaving us at the end of next week and you also know that poor William is still recovering from his accident. I have asked Lydia, his wife, who some of you know, to take over from Emily and I am glad she has accepted. I am sure you will join with me in welcoming her to our small team here. Let me introduce the team to you Lydia. Of course you know Tony, John and Jim" who all nodded at her with a smile, "The others you may not know as they are relatively new. This is Alan, he is our new Marketing Manager and the last guy there is Frank, who has taken over from William until he is back with us."

She looked at the two new guys. Alan, who she put at about late 20's, was very tall and fit looking. Frank was about mid 40's and was very overweight and balding. They both stood and shook her hand as did the others. She was told to sit next to James, Emily on his other side. She sat there, impressed with the management team discussions for the next two hours, only interrupted when the ladies serves some coffee and croissants. She watched as Emily took many notes, wondering how she kept up with all that was being said. Many times during the meeting she found James and some of the others looking at her, in particular at her breasts, which made her uncomfortable. She also caught James looking down at her legs, her skirt having raised a couple of inches above her knee. She was thankful when the meeting concluded and the ladies left the room.

"How can you keep track of what everyone is saying?"

"Oh, you just have to pick up on the important bits, summarise what's being discussed and make sure you pick up on action points and who to apply them to, don't worry, you'll get used to it."

"I'm not sure. I don't even understand what they are talking about."

"That will come in time. I will take you over the minutes for the last number of weeks and explain how it all works."

"Thanks Emily, you're being very kind."

"Remember I was in your shoes once, I know what it feels like."

She went on to tell her that she only took this Job when her Husband died in his 40's from a heart attack. Like Lydia it was her first job and James' father, also called James, had offered her the Job as her husband had worked for the company. She had learned on the job and had come to really enjoy serving her Boss for many years. It had given her many new experiences over the years. Now that young James was in charge it was time for her to retire and hand over the reins to another secretary.

Lydia was a little surprised by her terminology but said nothing. After leaving work they headed to a shopping mall in a town about 20 miles away. Emily had told her that there were good reasonably priced shops there. They went to a ladies fashion store where Emily was greeted like a good customer of long standing, with a hug and kiss from the store owner.

"Emily, it's great to see you again, it's been a while."

"I know Mags. I'm retiring next week so I've had little need to buy much new stuff."

"Oh, I heard that old James has passed the company onto young James. I guessed that you might hang up your boots because of that."

"Well you know how it was. It's the right time to go."

Lydia listened to the exchange between the two women, curious at what was being said. 

"Mags, this is Lydia who is going to replace me and look after young James."

"Is she indeed," smiling at Emily and looking Lydia up and down," Interesting, you are very welcome Lydia."

"Thank you," while at the same time getting a little concerned about the conversation.

"Mags, Lydia's Husband had a bad accident and James has offered her the job to help out. We need to get her a work wardrobe."

Looking at Emily, "Sounds like a familiar story. Like father like son, eh. They are good men."

"Indeed they are. I am sure Lydia will get on as well as I have."

"You are difficult boots to fill Emily. I am sure she will get on fine."

It was almost as if Lydia was not there as they discussed her, making her feel uncomfortable.

"Ok Lydia, lets measure you up," taking a tape measure, "Oh you are a big girl, 34 DD, impressive," making her feel even more self-conscious.

"Ok go in there and strip to your undies. I'll get some outfits."

Lydia went into the dressing area behind a slim curtain, taking off her skirt and blouse, standing there in her plain undies. The curtain was pulled aside to expose her to the store floor. When she went to pull the blouse around her, the women laughed.

"Don't worry, it's only the three of us, I have closed the store."

Putting down the blouse she was very conscious of the other two women examining her body closely, seeming to take their time in doing so. In particular they seemed to be looking at her plain undies and her large breasts.

Mags handed her a number of blouses which she tried on one a time, the others passing comments on the shape and fit. She noticed that all were more low-cut that she would buy herself. She also realised that she was left in her panties the entire time. Then they started giving her skirts to wear, all the time leaving her in her bra. She found the experience very strange.

The skirts ranged from knee length to mid-thigh, some more formal than others, some of very light material. Then she was asked to wear skirt/blouse combinations before Emily stated that they would take all of them.

Lydia looked in panic at her, "Emily I cannot afford all of these."

"Lydia, you don't need to work about that. James is paying for your work wardrobe."

"I can't allow him to do that."

"Lydia, you have to learn he's the Boss."

"Now, let's get you some new shoes, handing her a pair of black heels to try."

After choosing five new pair of shoes, all heels, between 2 and 5 inches, different colours including black and red, Mags turned to her.

"Now we need to sort your underwear."

Lydia jumped back, "What do you mean, I can get my own undies."

At this stage she was dressed only in her undies and both ladies looked down at her plain white panties with some disdain. She looked down herself, wondering why her undies were important.

"Lydia, a lady should always feel good. You have some lovely clothes now, you should have some nice undies to wear under them, that's all we're saying," seeing the worried look on her face.

"But James cannot pay for my undies."

"James won't know. I won't be giving him details of the cost," both women laughing, "What's the harm in feeling nice."

She looked at the two of them, still worried but seeing the friendly smiles on their faces, "I guess so."

"Ok, take them off and let's see what suits you."

She stared at them, "Now?"

"Of course, we need to see what looks nice on you, come on, don't be shy, it's only us women here."

Very shyly she took off her bra, her large breasts falling a few inches. She was stunned when Mags reached out and cupped her hands around them, making her jump back.

"I'm just trying to see how firm your bra needs to be," as she walked to the lingerie section of the store, "Take off your panties and follow me Lydia."

She walked out to the floor of the store, naked, looking around to make sure that no one else could see. Both women looked over her body, seeing a woman who had looked after herself, not looking her age at all. They seemed to linger over her breasts and hairy pussy.

Leaving her naked on the lower half of her body, she tried on different bras, most of which pushed her breasts higher than normal, making them appear firmer, but still very large, She was then asked to wear different panties, some tighter than she would normal wear, one a thong that she would never have worn before. The women chose many for her, again mix of colours, shapes, material. Some looked very lacy or skimpy to her but she said nothing. She did not feel good in them, in fact if anything she felt cheap and slutty but again she said nothing.

"Ok, let's see your important client outfit," giving her undies, skirt, blouse and heels.

She dressed in the outfit, low cut black blouse, mid-thigh length white skirt, red high heels and matching black lacy undies and bra. Looking at herself in the mirror, she saw a reflection of a very sexy woman, her breasts oozing out of her blouse, her legs looking very well. Not in a million years would she ever have bought any part of the outfit.

"Lydia, you look great, very professional."

Looking again she did not agree, but once again she said nothing, looking at the women looking very pleased.

"What will William say, how can I tell him James paid for it all?"

"Oh Lydia, he's not going to see it all at once is he, us Ladies have always been good at convincing our men that things can be bought in sales and for bargain prices."

"And remember William has seen me in such outfits for years at the office, at the management meetings, he will know what is expected."

Listening to Emily, she thought that maybe William would not be as surprised as she feared, maybe he would even be pleased that she was making such an effort to support the family, then looking at the mirror again, she thought that maybe she might even create more interest from him in her as a woman, might even improve their sex life. Unknowing to her she was smiling to herself at these thoughts which the other women noticed, making them wink at each other.

While Lydia dressed again, in the clothes that she had arrived in, Mags bagged all the purchases at the till, handing them to Emily, "I think we have chosen well. I know James was always a Tits man, he has a handful there. Does she know what she signing up for?"

Looking over to make sure Lydia was out of earshot, "No, she has no idea but then again neither did I."

"Forgive me for saying this but your Husband was dead, hers is still alive, does he not know what your role was?"

"No, James Senior kept me for himself. I think Tony, John and Jim knew but they never said anything to me."

"Well, you did well out of it, I assume he's still looking after you."

"Yes, he was very kind. He set up a fund for me."

"Well, you were very good for him too. He was very fond of you and your services."

"Shut up, will you, she'll hear us," but laughing at the same time.

Just then Lydia appeared and took some of the bags from Emily, thanked Mags and left the store. After some coffee, Lydia drove them home. There wasn't much chat, she was deep in thought about the shopping trip, the comments passed, still embarrassed at the length of time she was undressed and naked in front of the two women, how they have examined her body so clearly and openly. Dropping off Emily at her home, she thanked her for her help and drove home, leaving all the bags in the car until she was sure she would not be seen bringing them to her bedroom. 

After her long day she was too tired to visit the hospital so she spoke with William on the phone, telling him about the day including the meeting. She did mention that she had gone shopping with Emily but told him that she had only bought a small number of work clothes items. He said he was pleased that she was getting some clothes for herself, given the number of years her shopping would have been for him and the children. Feeling guilty for lying to him, she pleaded tiredness and cut the call short. She worried that, after only two days working, she was lying to him, worried that she felt a need to, and not understanding why.

The next day she chose the least revealing outfit that they had bought but staying with her own plain undies. Emily told her she looked nice even though she could see the old bra she had worn. For that day and the remainder of the first week she rarely saw James as he was out of the office a lot. She learned a lot from Emily that week, including dealing with long periods where nothing happened, pretending to look to be busy. She was glad when the first week was over. She had not realised how tired she would be from working each day while still doing the housework and looking after the kids at home. She had stopped visiting William on a daily basis and looked forward to seeing more of him at the weekend.

The second week was busier in that James was in the office for most of the week. Emily was very pleased when she noticed that for the Tuesday meeting, Lydia has chosen to wear slightly more revealing outfit including some a new bra, higher heels and no tights. Lydia did notice that she seemed to be getting more looks from the team during the meeting and she was confused with her thoughts. She was embarrassed while at the same time she was beginning to enjoy the little bit of attention. This did not go unnoticed by James or Emily. Emily had Lydia take the minutes of the meeting and was pleased at her efforts. 

During the week both ladies spent a lot of time in James' office, answering customer queries, dealing with quotes for new customers, preparing a presentation for one of the company's largest clients which was to take place the following week. Lydia could not help but notice the number of times that James looked over at her, again confusing her thoughts.

On the Wednesday afternoon James called Lydia alone into his office. This was the first time they were alone and for some unknown reason she was nervous in his company. James asked her to arrange some drinks and a cake for Emily's last day on the Friday. He said that his father would be coming in to do a special presentation for her at which all the company staff would be present. He wanted it to be a special day for her after all her services to her father. Though surprised that he had said his father rather than the company she agreed with him what was required and undertook to arrange it. As she turned to leave he came around his desk,

"Well did you enjoy your shopping trip?"

Embarrassed, she looked up at him, "Yes thank you, there was no need for you to pay for so much."

"Not at all, you are the first face many clients see, we have to have you looking your best."

"Thank you, but I could have got my own stuff."

"Will you stop Lydia. It's just part of the role to look good,"

Opening the door to leave, she looked back at him, "Thanks Boss." 

This made him smile, "Oh, and by the way Lydia."

She looked at him again, halfway out the door, enquiring look on her face.

"You do look good," as he turned his back to her returning to his desk, leaving her transfixed to the ground for a moment, before blushing and returning to her own desk. Thankfully Emily was not there to see her red face, her confused thoughts growing in her mind. Why would he say that? 

On the Friday she arrived at the office early to ensure that all was in place for Emily's retirement event. She had again picked a revealing top and skirt and a bra that pushed her breasts out even more. As she walked around the room checking everything, she saw James enter the room.

"Hi Lydia, it's all looking good."

"Thanks Boss," but seeing him looking at her more than at the room.

He walked over to stand right next to her on the small stage, looking down at the full room, "Next week it's just you and me, no Emily to mind you."

Looking up at his smiling face, "I just hope that I can remember all that she has taught me in the last two weeks," ignoring the thoughts in her head about what he said about the two of them being alone. 

Touching her arm, "I'm sure we'll get on fine without her," his gentle touch sending electric feelings down her arm, before he left the room.

The rest of the day was spent with many customers calling with gifts for Emily, many staff members dropping by to wish her well, numerous calls thanking her. After 3.p.m. James Senior arrived. Though not particularly well, he had insisted on coming to the office that day. Lydia noticed Emily's face light up when he entered, immediately coming to her desk to hug her. Lydia thought that the hug lasted a bit longer than necessary but then remembered the many years they had worked closely together so maybe that was natural. He was introduced to Lydia who he hugged gently and quickly.

"Welcome Lydia, you have a big Job here to replace Emily but I'm sure you'll fit right in, how is William?"

"He is slowly getting better, thanks for asking," conscious of the older man staring at her breasts.

"That's Good. Please tell him I was asking after him."

"Thanks, I will."

She watched as James Senior and Emily went into his old office, now his son's, who was out at that time. She assumed they were discussing old times and that he was thanking her for her many years of service. They were in there together for over 40 minutes before she came out, Lydia noticing tears in her eyes. Enquiring if she was ok Emily assured her that she was, that it was hard to leave a job after so many years.

The presentation to Emily went very well, so many people spoke well about her. In particular James Senior, though speaking weakly, expressed his appreciation for her service, his happiness that they had worked so closely together. 

It struck Lydia that he spoke lovingly about her; they had obviously been very close friends as well as employer/employee. After being presented with many gifts, Emily spoke about her years in the company, how much she had loved working with everyone, how friendly everyone had always been to her. She thanked especially James Senior, and wished James Junior and the team well in the future. She finished up by wishing Lydia well;

"If James Junior is as good to work for as his dad was you will be in very good hands, I wish you all the best Lydia."

With that the entire room stood and applauded Emily. This was followed by drinks and food for all, which went on for several hours. Many people enquired of William with Lydia and wished her well in her new role. 

James Junior spent much of the evening watching Lydia walk around the room making sure that everyone was okay and enjoying the evening. She had proven to be very efficient and professional in arranging the function and he thought she looked very good. He thought back to the very first time he had met her over a year ago at a company function. Dressed in a simple dress he thought she looked really sexy, especially those huge breasts that were hard to miss. He realised that she was almost as old as his mother, who was much younger than his father but that didn't stop him thinking about touching her, pulling on what he assumed were huge nipples. He felt himself getting aroused as he remembered those early thoughts about her though he had more or less forgotten about her afterwards given that she was married to one of his team.




Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 01



When William was injured and ended up in hospital and he went to visit him he again remembered his wife. When he bumped into her at the hospital, one look at her brought back the thoughts about her. When William mentioned a job for his daughter he immediately considered that Lydia would be a much better option. When she visited him in his office and he looked at her he knew that he wanted her for the role Emily was about to vacate.

James was well aware that Emily was more than a secretary to his Father. He had known for many years that she was his lover, his submissive, that she looked after all his needs. He never knew if his mother had been aware of it or not but he was always proud of his father for what he had achieved, much of which he put down to the benefits and support of his Emily. He was surprised that she had remained on after his father retired. Shortly after his father had become ill and he was placed in charge of the company Emily had come into his office asking to talk.

During a long chat she told him that she was aware that he knew of her relationship with his father and that she would stay for as long as he wanted. He told her how happy she had made his dad and thanked her for it. About a month ago he had mentioned that he would like a relationship such as existed between her and his father. After laughing together that maybe she wasn't right for the role, she told him she would help in whatever way she could. They agreed that she would retire as soon as he found a suitable replacement. She was surprised that it had all come together quite quickly. 

Emily had known Lydia a long time and always considered her a simple woman, married to quite a boring man, She was surprised when James had told her that he thought he had found his new secretary and even more surprised when he told her who that was. Having spent two weeks in her company she thought that maybe he had chosen well. She was desperate to keep her family afloat and was, Emily suspected, not very sexually experienced, even with four kids. In particular she had examined her closely during their shopping trip, deliberately exposing her to being naked, seeing her response to being dressed more sexily. She could tell that, although embarrassed, she had taken well to dressing in more revealing outfits. Of course she couldn't be certain how Lydia would react when James made his move on her but she was confident that at the very least she would not make trouble for him. That would have been her first concern. 

She hoped that Lydia would accept the role as if he was anything like his father, she would have experiences far beyond anything she had ever thought possible. During her earlier 40 minutes with her lover and Master they had of course talked about Lydia but they had concluded by her kneeling under his desk and doing as she had done so many times over the years, by taking his cock in her mouth. Though not as hard or big as in earlier times she had coaxed him through her technique to becoming erect and coming in her mouth, she of course swallowing as she always did for him. Then sitting on his lap they had hugged and kissed like young lovers before she cried and left the office.

James went to Lydia after most of the others had left the building, thanking her for organising a great event. His father and Emily had been delighted and that was all that matters.

"I'm happy that everyone enjoyed the night, especially Emily and your dad."

He looked at her as if she was aware of their relationship but saw that she was sincere. Touching her again on the arm, "I'm really looking forward to working closely with you Lydia."

Realising that he was not taking his hand from her arm, "I am too Boss. I hope I won't let you down."

"Oh I know you won't Lydia," before kissing her on the cheek and telling her the cleaners would clean up, "Go home, I'll see you on Monday, have a great weekend."

Without thinking she kissed him back on his cheek, making him smile at her, "You too Boss," conscious that she was blushing a little. She left and went home, looking forward to Monday.

He returned to his office, taking a disc from his office desk drawer and opened his PC. Putting on the disc he watched on his screen as Emily and Lydia were greeted by Mags in her store. He watched the entire scenes from their time in the store, seeing Lydia in her simple undies, then in all her new outfits, before seeing her naked and those wonderful breasts. Of course he was very erect from watching the disc and he wished that she was under his desk undertaking her new role. He hoped that she would start soon. He was a little worried that she would react badly and he would have to pick the right time to test her a little at first. 

Oh how much he was looking forward to those tests...



Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 02



This story is the second part of my story about a mature married woman who has to become the family breadwinner after her husband has an accident. 

She becomes a Secretary for her Husband's Boss.

Please read the first chapter as this will tell you the background to how we have got to here.

As usual comments and ratings are appreciated and welcome. 

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Lydia had a busy weekend, driving the kids here and there. Her youngest son had two parties to attend. She also went to see her Husband, William, in hospital where he was recovering from a car accident. It was obvious that he may have difficulty ever getting back to work and his company would not be paying him his full wages as at the end of month.

They had considered asking their daughter to leave college and take a job at his company but instead Lydia had ended up taking the Job, that of secretary to William's Boss, James. He was the Chief Executive of the company, having taken over from his father, who had set it up. At just 32, he was almost 20 years younger than Lydia. It was her first ever job and she was surprised that he had offered her the job.

When she visited her husband on the Saturday he quizzed her on her week at work. In particular he asked her about how James was treating her. She assured him that she had enjoyed the week, had learned a lot from Emily, the woman who had retired, creating the vacancy. She told him she had got some new clothes for work and that Emily had helped her. She did not tell him how humiliating the shopping trip was, how much was bought or that James had paid for everything. He asked her about the clothes but all she replied was that she had got just some skirts and blouses, she didn't mention the underwear. To avoid any more discussions on her outfits she changed the subject telling him all about the retirement event for Emily. She added that James father had come in for the party and that he had asked about William.

She couldn't believe that she was not telling him the full truth, never before in their long life together had she felt the need to lie to him. This made her feel uncomfortable and confused. He sensed she was not telling him everything but said nothing to her. 

All weekend she could not get out of her mind that she was on her own next week, that Emily was now gone and she alone would be the secretary. She also remembered James telling her that she looked good and she wondered why he would have said that. She thought about the feeling that went through her when he touched her on the arm, confused at why such a simple act could make her feel different.

The weekend went too quickly for her and it was soon Monday morning and she was heading to work. She had chosen a knee length skirt and a white blouse, not too low cut but still showing some cleavage. She never failed, when she looked in the mirror, to wish that her breasts were smaller. Arriving at the office she proceeded to the reception area and took her place at Emily's desk, now hers. She placed a family picture on the desk, turned on her PC and rearranged the items on the desk to her liking.

The first thing she noticed on her PC was that she had received a new email, seeing it was from James.

"Welcome to our first day together Lydia. I will not be in the office today and I will see you tomorrow. If you need me you can get me on my cell phone."

Not knowing if she should reply or not, she just typed, "Ok Boss," and sent it.

"Good Girl" was the surprising reply she received.

She found herself surprised at being disappointed that he would not be in the office today. 

In the afternoon the Finance Manager, Tony, asked her to come to his office and to do a letter for him. Emily had told her that although she was James' secretary that sometimes she would be called on by the rest of the management team if their secretary was missing.

Going to his office, just to be glad to have something to do, she found him in the company of Jim, the HR manager. She had known the two of them for a long time having met them many times at company functions with William. Tony asked her to sit on the chair in front of his desk, Jim alongside her. They asked about William, enquiring how she was settling in, now and again looking at her breasts and legs. All her life she was used to guys staring at her large breasts but this seemed different being that only the three of them were in the office and she was the secretary. It made her feel self-conscious. While she was taking notes for the letter they were joined by Alan and Frank, the two newest members of the management team, the only ones she had not known before starting the job.

The younger Marketing Manager, Alan, sat opposite her and Frank the overweight man who had temporarily taken over from her husband, stood behind her. She was aware that he looking down directly onto her breasts and that John was also looking at her. She was now feeling nervous, feeling vulnerable, in a room with four men, all openly looking at her. When she was finished she almost ran from the room, hearing laughter as soon as she closed the door after her. She typed up the letter, bringing it back to Tony, glad that he was now alone. He looked over it, and happy with it signed it and returned it to her.

"That's grand Lydia," then looking at his watch, seeing it was 4 p.m., "you might as well head off home now, I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow."

"Thanks Tony, see you tomorrow."

She took Tony at his word and left the office for the day, glad to be getting away a bit early. After the episode in Tony's office she was not looking forward to being the only woman at the management meeting tomorrow. She didn't feel as confident now without Emily. That night she had a long steamy bath, shaving her legs, before heading to bed.

The following morning, looking in her wardrobe, she struggled with her choice of outfit. In the end she chose a skirt finishing just above the knee and a blouse which showed slightly more cleavage than yesterday. She finished it with matching white lacy undies and black 3 inch heels. Looking at herself in the mirror she thought she looked good and professional, again just wishing her breasts didn't jut out so much.

When she went downstairs she discovered her daughter, Gillian, in the kitchen.

"Mum, you're looking hot today."

"Shut up, I do not."

"Ok, if you say so," but been very obvious in looking her up and down, "Dad would love you like that."

"Shut up please and don't go telling your Dad what you think," laughing nervously at her.

Her daughter looked strangely at her but just carried on eating her cereal. She got some coffee and toast before heading to the office. Taking her place at her desk James arrived, looking down at her, taking the previous days post from her.

"Can you arrange some lunch for our meeting today? It's going to be a long one. We have many things to discuss."

Great, she thought, stuck in a room with the six men for the day.

At ten exactly the meeting started, she sitting between James and Tony, on one side of the table, the others on the opposite side. She took as many notes as she could, trying to keep up with who was saying the different things. One of the topics was a new client that James wanted to take on but some of others disagreed and the discussion was quite heated as a result, leaving her concerned at some of the raised voices. James, noticing this, placed his hand on her leg, just above the knee where the skirt ended.

"Don't worry, sometimes we just get a bit carried away, no need to write down the bad stuff," then "Guys, calm down will ye, our new girl is not used to this mad stuff."

Seeing he had left his hand on her knee, uncomfortably she said, "That's ok Boss." He thankfully removed his hand. She looked over at Tony who was smiling at her, it was obvious to her that he had seen the hand on her knee and she was embarrassed.

"Lydia, I think it's time for coffee, it will give the guys a chance to calm down."

She served each of them coffee and biscuits, each having a good look at her breasts as she did. Frank dropped his spoon and waited for her to pick it up. Bending down he had a good look down her blouse while the guys behind her got a view of more thigh as her skirt rose. 

The rest of the meeting was calmer with an agreement to take the new client on and some agreed cost savings. She served the light lunch she had ordered for them, conscious that she was being watched at all times by most of the men. She was delighted when the meeting was over and she could leave them. James left the office immediately after the meeting. 

For the rest of the week she had a fairly quiet time, James in and out of the office a lot, the secretaries to the others thankfully present. 

On the Friday afternoon, James arrived back just before closing time, in a very bad mood. Just before she was due to leave he rang her.

"In here now."

She rushed into his office, worried at his tone, wondering if she had done something wrong. She stood in front of his desk waiting for him to speak.

"Sorry, I've had a very bad day, the new client is causing some issues with the contract, and we need his business badly."

"May I ask why?"

"If you keep it to yourself."

"Of course you can trust me."

"Can I?"

"Yes, of course you can."

"We haven't told the others, only Tony and I Know, the Company is in a bit of trouble. We have a huge tax bill to pay and we don't have the cash to pay it. That's why we need this new client. His contract will sort us out."

"Oh Boss, how bad is it."

"Bad enough, but don't worry about it, I'll get it sorted."

"What do you want me to do?" remembering that he had called her in.

"Oh, I was going to get you to do a letter to the client, but I think I'll wait until Monday."

"Ok Boss, I'll be off so."

"That's fine Lydia, you go."

As she walked out the door he called after her, "Unless you're any good at neck massages,"

She turned to see him smiling at her, unsure if he had meant it, but seeing him touching his neck as if it was sore.

"William does say I do it well, if you really want to try," not believing what she was saying.

He looked at her, "I was joking Lydia, but if you are good, I could do with it."

She walked over behind his chair and put her hands around his neck and started to massage it gently. William had always told her that her touch was very soft and sensual and it was obvious that James also thought so.

"Oh Lyds that's so good, you've got great hands."

Surprised at what he called her, "Glad to be of help, Boss."

He put his head back to look up at her, feeling his head touch against her tits, liking the way it felt, "Are you Lyds?"

She felt his head against her breasts, noting that he was leaving it there and that he was just looking up at her face, "Am I what?"

"Glad to be of help."

"Of course, that's my job isn't it."

"Indeed it is Lyds," as he pushed his head gently back more against her tits before sitting up straight again.

She carried on massaging his neck. He loosened his shirt by opening four buttons to give her access to his shoulders and she took the hint and massaged them.

After another ten minutes he stopped her by grabbing her hands and squeezing them, "Lyds, that really helped a lot, you sure know how to relax a guy."

Embarrassed she looked away, "Can I go now?"

"Of course Lyds, go and enjoy your weekend, thanks again, I mean it."

"Thanks, I'll see you on Monday."

As she walked out he called after her, "Maybe I can return the favour one day."

She looked back at him, smiled and left. As she drove home she thought about the feel of him, so masculine. She had enjoyed massaging him. He was the only man other than her husband that she had ever massaged and it felt good to her, making her immediately feel guilty. She thought about his closing comment, could he really have meant massaging her, making her feel a bit scared and once again guilty.

The weekend was just like all the previous ones, taxi duties for the kids, visits to the hospital, food shopping, cleaning the house. She noticed that William had stopped asking her everyday about work, he waited for her to tell him what was going on. Of course she never told him that the company might be in trouble and definitely not about the massage. 

It wasn't long before Monday arrived again and she was back at her desk. James arrived shortly after her, giving her a big smile.

"Hey Lyds, good weekend? How's William?"

"Yes, it was good thanks and he's in better form, hopes to be home in four weeks or so."

"That's great Lyds, I'm sure you could do without the hospital visits."

"Yes, it would give me some more time to get everything done."

"I better go sort our problems, will you get Tony to join me" winking at her and going to his office.

She saw Tony go to his office, a worried look on his face. For the rest of the day the two of them stayed in there, the only other person to enter the office being Lydia to bring them coffee and lunch. At about 4 p.m. he called her in and asked her to type a letter to the client. As he dictated it, Tony looked at him;

"James, can we trust Lydia, you're telling her a lot."

"Tony, of course we can trust Lyds. I told her on Friday about our problems, you haven't told anyone have you," looking at her.

"No Boss, of course not."

"William?"

"No, not even William,"

He smiled at her, "See Tony, I told you, Lyds is our Girl. She won't say anything."

Tony looked at her, "Is that right?"

"Of course."

James wondered if he should have her massage him in front of Tony but chose not to. He did feel himself getting aroused at the thought of her massage.

"Ok, Lyds, go do the letter."

She left the office, completed the letter and brought it back to James. Seeing it was nearly finishing time he asked her if she could hold on for a while and she agreed to. As she sat at her desk she wondered why he had asked her to stay, he could hardly want another massage, could he? She told herself to stop thinking about it. It would be another letter or some other work requirement. She saw Tony leave the office, get his coat and go. It wasn't long before her phone rang.

"Can you come in Lyds."

She walked in finding him sitting on his low couch, "Sit down here," indicating the single couch opposite him.

As she sat down, she fell down into the low cushion, unknowingly spreading her legs, giving him a glimpse of her white lacy panties. After she righted herself, sitting up as straight as possible she found him staring at her.

"Lyds, I thought a lot over the weekend about your great massage."

She looked down at the floor, embarrassed, wondering why he was saying it.

"Now don't look shy, you have the best hands I ever felt on me, William was right when he said you were good."

Not knowing how to respond she just thanked him.

"Could I ask for another?"

"You don't look so stressed today, you hardly need it," she said jokingly, hoping he didn't mean it.

"Just because I don't need it doesn't mean I don't want it," looking her directly in the eyes.

She struggled out of the couch, standing behind him and placing a hand on his neck. She watched as he began to unbutton his shirt, this time opening all of them and pulling open his shirt wide. Looking down at his manly young chest and torso, she started her massaging movement on his neck. Before long he took her hand and moved it onto his shoulder which she then began massaging. 

As she massaged him he moaned a little, thoroughly enjoying her touch. Every so often he would put his head back and touch her tits deliberately, before feeling her pull away from him to his amusement. He then moved her hands to his chest which surprised her but she nevertheless carried on with the massage, finding herself enjoying the feel of his torso. To massage his chest she had to bend down more and she felt his head resting between her breasts. She thought it was her imagination that he was settling his head in there, nuzzling a little against her. It was soon clear it wasn't her imagination.

"Lyds, that's the nicest pillow I've ever lay on."

Shocked she stopped and stood straight up, taking her hands off him. He laughed, "Oh Lyds, you can't go getting shy on me now, finish your massage," in a commanding voice.

Looking down at him, not understanding the change in tone of his voice, she said, "Yes Boss," and resumed her position with her hands on his chest, his head against her breasts. She carried on for a few more minutes before standing up, "My hands are getting tired Boss."

"Ok Lyds, do you want me to return the favour?"

Stunned and blushing she replied, "No, I'm okay thanks."

He laughed loudly, "Ok, you can go home now."

She rushed out of the room, in shock at what happened. She had without question did as he has told her to and she could not understand why. She didn't waste any time in leaving the building and getting home. Feeling too guilty she didn't go to the hospital, instead having a short phone call with her husband. 

The next day was management meeting day again, she wondered if James was going to share any news with his team. She felt privileged to know confidential information not known to the rest of the team. She wore a higher skirt and a more low-cut blouse for the meeting, knowing that she was putting a bit more of herself on display. She had stopped wearing tights after the shopping trip and looking in the mirror, she thought her legs looked very well.

This did not go un-noticed by James when he saw her and that pleased him greatly as he was slightly worried after the events of the day before. Seeing her now told him that he could continue his games with her and maybe test her further.

The meeting this week was short and uneventful, as if James didn't want discussion on anything. She saw today that he was the Boss, doing more ordering around rather than taking others views on board. The others seemed to find this strange as well but didn't want an argument with him when he was in this mood. He did not tell the others about the company problems or the issues with the new client. As he left, he turned to her, "My office, now"

She quickly followed him in, "Close the door"

She looked at him worried, not having seen him like this before, only for him to smile at her.

"Was I demanding enough in there?"

"Yes Boss."

He laughed, "I just wasn't in the humour today for any debate, sometimes they think their views matter. I just wanted to remind them who the Boss is."

She was relieved that he was lightening up.

"Sit down Lyds, tell me how are you finding the job."

Sitting down on the chair in front of his desk, realising her skirt rose a lot as she did so, she crossed her legs, "It's interesting, Boss."

"In what way?"

"Can I be honest?"

"Of course."

"Well, I suppose I didn't expect to do some of the things I've had to do."

"Like what?" smiling at her.

"Dressing like this for a start."

"What do you mean, you look great."

"Thanks, but I never thought I would go out in such short skirts or blouses like this."

"So, why are you wearing them?"

"Because Emily told me it was expected."

"You don't feel good in them?"

Now embarrassed, "Well I suppose I do."

"You should, you look really good."

"For an old woman you mean," laughing at herself.

"Oh you're not an old woman Lyds, you're a very sexy desirable woman."

Getting more uncomfortable with the chat she looked at the ground, "Stop it, will you please."

"Anything else surprise you so far?"

"You have to ask?"

He laughed more loudly, "Ah I wouldn't worry about that, all secretaries massage their Boss."

"I doubt that's true but I'll take your word for it."




Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 02



"Lyds, can I ask you a personal question."

Now very worried about what he might ask, she nodded.

"Have you always had enormous tits?"

She stared at him not believing what he had asked, then at the ground, not believing hearing herself respond, "Yes, I hate them."

"Hate what Lyds?"

"My big breasts Boss."

He smiled at her, "Well I don't, nor would any man. I bet they have always get the attention of guys."

She remained silent, in shock at their conversation, wishing she could get away. She watched as he got up from his chair and walked around his desk towards her, putting his hands on her shoulders.

"You seem tense."

"No, I'm ok Boss, really."

"No, you seem really tense. I think it's about time I returned the favour."

She jumped up from her chair, facing him, "Really, I'm fine."

Staring into her eyes, "Sit down Lyds."

Reluctantly she sat down and he started massaging her neck. His touch felt good to her and she started to relax. After a few minutes she felt his hand wander off her neck towards her shoulders and she tensed up again.

"Relax, unbutton your top buttons for me."

Still in disbelief as what she was doing she opened three buttons allowing him access to her shoulders, her lacy bra more on show to him. He looked down at the top of her wonderful tits, wondering how far to push her today. Feeling his erect cock pushing against his trousers, he carried on massaging her bare shoulders inching very slowly downwards with each circular motion. 

He could feel her relaxing more and more seeing the gentle movements of her tits as she breathed out. By now his touch was halfway between her shoulders and the top of her tits and he could see the blouse begin to fall a little. He didn't think she had noticed it and her eyes were closed, so he gently with a finger tipped it over the edge exposing her bra covered tits in all their glory. He looked down at the huge tits, her hard nipples visible under her lacy white bra. As he looked at them she opened her eyes realising her exposure and she jumped up, pulling her blouse closed.

"I'm sorry Boss. I didn't mean that to happen."

"Don't worry, I'm not complaining," a huge smile on his face, "I think you're relaxed now anyway," moving back to his chair behind the desk.

Blushing, she asked if she could go and he nodded, seeing her leave the room quickly. She went to the restroom and threw water over her face, staring at herself in the mirror, realising that a man other than William had seen her in her bra and that she had allowed him to touch her. Looking at herself she also realised how good it had felt, how good his firm young hands had felt on her shoulders. This has to stop now, she told herself.

While she was throwing water on her face James was looking at a video on his phone. Unknown to her he had set his phone to record from the moment he had got up from his desk. The phone, facing her, had recorded his massage. In the recording he looked at the expressions on her face change from shock to relaxation to visible enjoyment. He waited for the moment in the video where her blouse dropped and he stared at her bra and tits on his phone screen, thinking to himself, "Oh they're even better than I thought," zooming in on her hard nipples and stroking them on his screen. 

He got up from his desk and left the office, not even telling her he was leaving for the day. As she left the rest room she saw him drive away, thankful that he was gone, hopefully for the rest of the day. Just then her phone rang.

Answering it, she heard his voice, "Lyds, you can go home now, I'm away for the rest of the week, why don't you take Friday off and have a long weekend."

"Thanks Boss."

"Ok, Bye. I'll see you next week," then he hung up on her.

She looked at the phone, turning off her PC. She was still in shock at the feelings he gave her, but knowing she had to put a stop to anymore happening.

He drove off, having only just decided to take the week off. He rang a close friend and arranged to go golfing and drinking for the rest of the week. 

He was praising himself for getting as far as he did with Lydia, hoping that this was only the start of a long fun relationship...



Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 03



This story is the third part of my story about a mature married woman who has to become the family breadwinner after her husband has an accident. She becomes a Secretary for her Husband's Boss.

Please read the previous chapters first as this will tell you the background to how we have got to here. If you're expecting loads of sex, it ain't happening yet!!

As usual comments and ratings are appreciated and welcome. No point in sending me comments about no sex, you were warned!!

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Lydia found it hard to relax after the events in her boss' office earlier in the day. She was very confused at her feelings, a combination of humiliation and excitement. The more she thought about receiving a massage from him the more she thought about the great feeling of his hands on her neck and shoulders. The humiliation came from her blouse falling low enough to expose her bra and inside it her huge breasts to him. At the same time she had come to realise that she had really enjoyed his touch on her skin and that made her feel guilty. For the second night in a row she did not visit her husband, William, in hospital, pleading tiredness in a phone call to him.

James, her Boss, almost 20 years younger than her, had informed her that he was taking the rest of the week off and that too gave her conflicting thoughts, some of disappointment, others of relief. She had great difficulty getting to sleep with her mind all over the place, was he interested in her? What did he want of her? Was he teasing her? Did he really want more or was he playing games? What did she want herself?

Eventually she convinced herself that it was all in her imagination; that nothing would happen between them, that he had no interest in her other than to have her as his secretary. She thought about the clothes she had been wearing to work; skirts and blouses that she would have not previously worn, lingerie rather her plain cotton undies, heels rather than flat comfy shoes, all of which James had paid for. She resolved to buy more clothes at the weekend that would make her feel more comfortable. While she was getting used to looking and feeling sexy, a new feeling to her, she was worried that her outfits were giving off the wrong signals to James. Amidst all these thoughts she fell asleep.

The following morning she was woken by her alarm clock, feeling as if she had just fallen asleep. After her shower she looked in her wardrobe, seeing all her work outfits, not really wishing to wear any of them that day. Even though she knew James would not be in the office, she feel obliged to dress suitably, picking her longest skirt, just below her knees, and a blouse which showed the least cleavage. Looking in the mirror she thought she looked very good, a feeling that still surprised her.

Arriving at the office she took her place at her reception desk. She was thankful that she was busy that day with many phone calls, and some work for the other managers. Their secretaries were all at a wedding of a girl that had worked in the office up to earlier in the year. She was also thankful that none of the managers had treated her with anything but respect when she was with them in their offices. Of course they couldn't resist staring at her breasts but other than that she didn't feel uncomfortable with them in any way. She did not hear at all from James. She heard from Tony, the Finance Manager, that he had gone golfing with his friends, the perk of being the Boss.

That evening she visited William in hospital and was pleased to hear that the Doctor had informed him that he was making good progress and would likely be home in about four weeks. He also said that he would need home help for some time after that and they discussed what tasks could be undertaken by her and the children. He asked about her work and she told him about how all the other secretaries were missing that day. She added that she was glad she was busy and that much of the days were pretty boring. He asked about James and she told him about his golf trip.

"His father was always taking time off to golf."

"Yeah, Tony called it the perk of being the Boss."

He looked at her, pleased in one way at the new confidence he could see in her, worried in another at the independence she was getting from him. All of their life together he had been the sole breadwinner and she was dependent on him for everything. He was not comfortable with the roles being reversed. They discussed his day, the physiotherapy he was receiving, some details about other patients and his programme for the following day. After a kiss and a hug she left him and returned home.

The following day was another busy day at work since the other secretaries had the day off again. Once again she was pleased with her interactions with Tony and the others; they were very pleasant and respectful to her, thanking her for her help. What she did not know was that James had ordered them all to treat her well, not to make any comments or even look at her in any way that would make her uncomfortable. Late in the afternoon Tony called her to his office. Assuming she was to take another memo she took her notepad with her. 

"No need for that Lydia, I just wanted to thank you for filling in for the other girls over the last two days."

"Thank you, it was good to be busy."

"Yes, Emily used to always say it was kind of boring when the Boss was out of the office."

She looked at him closely, wondering if he was implying anything but saw a normal expression on his face.

"Yes, I suppose it can be."

"Anyway the reason I called you in was to say that the other girls are back tomorrow, James is still out so you might as well take the day off, go see William or do some shopping for yourself."

"If you're sure, that would be great. I hadn't realised when I started working how much I would fall behind with the housework."

"Lydia, you need time for yourself too, can't be all work here and then at home as well."

"That's the life of a wife and mother, never stops," smiling at him.

"Well anyway, take the day off, try and get some relaxing time over the weekend, give my best to William."

"Thanks, I will, I hope you enjoy your weekend too."

With that she left the office, really happy that she had an extra day off, content that she was now settling into the role, content that she was getting the respect from the management team. She visited the hospital again that evening, this time with her youngest son. He had not visited his father for over a week so he had lots of news. To the amusement of Lydia and William he proceeded to tell his father everything that had happened in the last week including the soccer match he had played in, scoring two goals, telling every detail of each. It was a pleasant visit, cheering William up after a hard day of physiotherapy. She told him about her day off and asked if he needed anything as she planned to catch up on the shopping. He didn't need anything.

She really enjoyed her Friday. The kids were either at college or school and she spent the morning cleaning the house, music blaring as she did so. She was enjoying being in her comfy pyjamas all morning as she worked, singing along with her favourite tracks. She realised she missed these times on her own. She had always thought it strange how much she loved cleaning, ironing clothes, just generally keeping the house clean and tidy. After compiling her shopping list she headed off to the local mall. At the mall she quickly did all her food shopping and picked up some clothes in the JC Penney store for her son; he was growing up far too fast. As she walked out of the store she passed the Ladies section and saw some outfits on display. 

She went to her car and put the shopping in the trunk before returning to the store. She looked over many of the clothes on display, choosing some and going to the dressing room. In there she tried on all her chosen outfits, liking the way most of them hid her legs and breasts from being so clearly on display. She chose four complete new outfits and in addition got some low heels. 

As she walked to the checkout area she passed the lingerie section. Prior to her taking a job she would normally just have gone to the plain undies area and bought a pack of simple cotton panties. This time she chose a pack of mixed colour lacy panties but couldn't resist also getting her normal cotton white pack. She felt guilty spending so much but justified it to herself, needing to buy her own work outfits, not being dependent on James to buy her clothes. 

She felt happy leaving the store with her purchases, stopping to have a coffee and cake. As she sat, enjoying her coffee, she thought about the way she was feeling, happy and content. For the first time in her life she realised that she had spent money she had earned herself and it made her smile.

She then headed to the hospital. William was not in his bed and a Nurse informed her that he was at his physio session, telling her she could go watch if she wanted. She went to the physio room, immediately seeing him standing between two bars, holding onto them with a large man standing directly behind him. He looked very uncomfortable to her as he struggled to put much pressure on his right leg. After a while he saw her and waved over, almost falling over as he did. The attendant called her over and explained what they were doing; just doing a little each day to strengthen the muscles, telling her they were finished for the day. She took him back to his room in a wheelchair, wondering as she did so, whether this would be the norm for the future. 

She told him about her day and the shopping, though leaving out how much she had spent on her own clothes. He was tired after his exercises so she didn't stay long as it was obvious to her that he needed to sleep for a while. She told him that their eldest daughter, pregnant with their first grandchild, and her husband were going to visit him later in the day, that she would see him over the weekend. With a kiss and a hug she settled him into the bed and left.

That evening all but her youngest son was out of the house so she asked him what he wanted for dinner. To her dismay he chose McDonalds and they headed off to the nearest one. She had a large big mac meal and coke, surprising herself when she enjoyed it. He had a happy meal. Later he headed to his bedroom to play with his playstation. She had really enjoyed getting all her tasks done today, leaving her weekend free from cleaning too much. She finished the day by opening a bottle of Chablis and watching one of her favourite movies, Pretty Woman. She slept well that night, only now getting used to sleeping alone, though missing having William alongside her to snuggle up to.

The weekend passed quickly. Her son had a match which she watched, seeing him score three goals this time. She also had a family movie night where she, along with the three children still at home, had drinks, popcorn and lots of chocolate. This normally happened once a month but this was the first one without William so they skyped him and he watched with them using his IPad from the hospital bed. She had left some popcorn and soda with him during her visit earlier that day. 

Her pregnant daughter also visited her on the Sunday for lunch and they talked about baby names, Lydia's new job and William's condition. She enjoyed seeing her daughter pregnant and was looking forward to being a grandmother. 

On Monday morning she woke rested after her weekend. She had thoroughly enjoyed all the time with her family and had not thought too much about work. After showering she looked into her wardrobe seeing her new purchases. She chose a black trousers, black high buttoned blouse, white jacket, black heels and black undies. She was slightly nervous putting them on as they were not part of what James had paid for. However, he had said that he had not known what Emily and she had bought so she assumed that her outfit would be ok. Looking at herself in the full length mirror she thought she looked professional and good though it was also obvious to her that maybe it did not look as good a quality as the rest of her gear. Nervously she left the house and headed to the office.

When she arrived she didn't see James' car in his designated parking spot. She went to her desk, wondering if she should keep the jacket on while seated, choosing to do so. About 30 minutes later Tony arrived and walked past her without a word. Shortly after James arrived, looked strangely at her but only said, "Get Tony into my office now and you too."

He sounded very angry to her and she immediately rang Tony and told him. Both of them walked into the office together.

"Tony, what the fuck happened with Gerry over the weekend?"

Lydia knew that Gerry was the MD of the new large client they were on the verge of signing up.

"James, I don't know, the first I heard of anything wrong is when you called me this morning, what did he say?"

"He said that we hadn't responded to his emails last Friday; that he was looking at another supplier now."

"I didn't see any emails on Friday."

James looked over at Lydia, "Did you see any emails?"

She looked nervously at both of them, "I wasn't here on Friday, Tony told me I could have the day off," forgetting that James had also told her to take the day off.

Tony also looked nervous as he looked at their Boss, "You weren't here and Lydia had looked after all the other girls work so I didn't think you would mind."

James got up from his desk and started pacing the room, "Lyds, go check your email, see if he sent it to you."

She almost ran from the room, panicking when she saw the email in her mailbox. The client had replied to an email she had sent on James' behalf but only sending it to her rather than including James and Tony who had been on her original email. She printed two copies, rushed back to the office and handed the emails to them.

"Fuck, he wanted a response by Friday, close of business."

"I'm sorry Boss, I should have been here."

He looked at her but said nothing, obviously deep in thought as to his next move.

"Tony, get her an Iphone so she can check on emails when she's not here. I'll ring him and see if I can sort this mess out, go get the information he wants," dismissing his manager from the room.

Lydia stood there, transfixed to the ground, not knowing whether to leave or not. She watched as James took his phone and dialled the number of his client, who answered immediately.

"Hi Gerry, I'm just ringing to apologise for not coming back to you on Friday."

"I know it's not good enough, we didn't see the email until today."

"I know Gerry, my secretary wasn't here on Friday, it shouldn't have happened."

She stood and watched, hearing only his side of the conversation and noted how he was looking her up and down as he spoke. She did not like the look on his face, almost one of disappointment, surprise, disdain. 

"Gerry, I'll sort it now and you have my word it will not happen again."

"Gerry, you have to believe me, I will make it up to you."

He laughed, "Yeah, she's worth keeping." And then, "Ok I will, you can hold me to that," before ending the call.

At that moment Tony rushed back in with the information the client required. James looked at it, dismissing him and telling him to ring the clients finance guy with the information. He then looked up at her.

"Lyds, you nearly cost us a big contract."

"I'm sorry Boss, Tony told me to take the day off."

"Ok, lesson learned, Tony will sort you email access at all times, I need to be able to rely on you Lyds, can I do that?"

"Yes, of course Boss."

"New outfit?"

"Yes Boss," nervously looking at the ground.

"It's nice, but such a shame to hide those lovely legs of yours."

"Thanks."

"And there is no need to wear the jacket when you at work, you're not cold are you?"

"No, I'm not."

"Ok you can go, make sure Tony gets that phone sorted today."

"Yes Boss," as she left the office quickly, shaking at the thought that she could have been responsible for the company losing a client while she was having a nice day off. It was not even 10 a.m. and already her good feelings from the weekend had evaporated. Before noon she had been given a new phone and one of the IT guys had shown her how to access and reply to email. 

Shortly after noon, James left the office telling her that he was going to lunch with Gerry to try and fix everything. She wished him well.

It was after 4 p.m. before he returned. It was obvious to her that he had a number of drinks over lunch, his face slightly flushed. He walked behind her desk looking at her jacket on the coat stand.

"JC Penney, surely we can do better than that."

She looked at him, with an embarrassed look on her face, not knowing what to say, seeing him smile down at her before thankfully walking to his office. She looked at the clock wishing it to get to 5 p.m. so that she could leave. When it did so, she almost ran from the office.

That evening all she did was prepare dinner, phone her husband for a short conversation and go to bed early, stressed at the events of the day.

The following morning she again chose to wear black trousers and high blouse, leaving the jacket at home. Tuesday was the day of the weekly management meeting and she was not looking forward to it. 

Arriving at the office she noted James' car in his parking spot and rushed to take her place at her desk. At 10 a.m. she joined the team in the Board room, taking her place alongside James. She noted that he looked disapprovingly at her when she entered the room.

Once they agreed the minutes from the previous week's short meeting, they got down to business with each of the team giving a report on their area. As Tony spoke about the monthly accounts figures she saw James looking down at her trousers before looking up at her and whispering.

"Still hiding your legs I see."

She looked at him, hoping to see a smile on his face but seeing there was none. He had brought his attention back to Tony. The meeting lasted until noon at which stage all left the room. He had said no more to her after that one comment. She was thankful that nothing else had happened, that nothing else had been said. She typed up the minutes of the meeting and sent them to James for review. Later in the afternoon he summoned her to his office.

"Lyds, I don't remember Tony saying this," pointing to a highlighted area on the paper in front of him. 

When he didn't give her the paper she walked around to his side of the desk to see which point he was referring to. As she bent over to look at it he looked at her. Although practically no cleavage was on show the sight of her huge breasts in the tight black blouse were very inviting. Aware that he was looking at her she stood up.

"Yes Boss, he definitely said that, will I get my notes?"

"No need, if you heard it he must have said it, maybe it was when I was distracted by you."

Not knowing how to respond she remained silent.

"Can I ask why you chose to wear trousers. Emily didn't buy them for you."

Looking at him wearily, "I thought you said you didn't know what we bought."

He laughed loudly, "Emily knows I prefer skirts, she would never have bought trousers, so tell me why did you?"

"I feel more comfortable in them, that's all."

"But why would you want to hide your wonderful legs?"

"My legs are nothing special, and I'm not that comfortable with men looking at me."

"But why Lyds, surely every sexy woman knows that men will admire them, nothing wrong with looking, is there?"

"I'm not sexy."

"Oh, you sure are, that makes you even more sexy to men."

"Please stop Boss."

He laughed and smiled at her, seeing her discomfort, "Do me a favour, turn around."




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She looked at him, querying why, but he signalled with his hand for her to turn. Not knowing why she was obeying him she turned her back to him and stood still.

"There is one advantage of those trousers."

When she looked around at him, again with a querying look he replied, "You have one fine tight ass, the trousers shows the shape very well."

Totally embarrassed, she went to turn towards him but he stopped her by putting his hand on her back, "I hadn't noticed how tight you looked under the skirts, very nice indeed," patting her ass which made her jump away from him. 

She rushed to the other side of the desk and looked directly at him.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm just telling you what a fine body you have, nothing wrong with looking, is there?"

"But I'm nearly as old as your Mother."

"So Lyds, it's an age thing, if I was older would it be ok?" laughing loudly.

"No, that's not what I meant, it might be ok to look, after all you're a man. You look at every woman, but you shouldn't be saying those things to me."

"Why not, do you not like a man telling you how hot you are?"

"Please stop."

"Why, you must get this all the time."

"I don't."

"That's hard to believe Lyds, a woman as hot as you should be told how good they look."

"Please Boss, please stop."

"Ok, I can see I am making you uncomfortable but I can't help admiring your wonderful body, those tits and now your tight ass in those trousers."

Pleadingly she looked at him to stop, blushing at his words, seeing the look in his eyes matched his words.

"Ok Lyds, you can go home now, remember to take your phone in case there are any important emails, we don't want a repeat of last Friday, do we?"

"No Boss," as she rushed from the room, getting her coat and leaving the building quickly. 

James watched out of his office window as she rushed to her car. He smiled to himself, feeling his erect cock under his trousers. He had been amused when he saw her in trousers yesterday and again today but he had used it to his advantage. He had told her the truth in that he thought her ass looked wonderful. He had also made out her panty line which he so wanted to trace his finger along. His little test today of having her turn around had been informative. She had done so without questioning why. He was enjoying his little games with her.

She sat in her car looking over at the building, wondering if he was looking out at her. She could not believe the things he had said to her. No one had told her she looked sexy or hot for many years; in fact she could not remember anyone describing her as hot before. Though thinking it unacceptable from her boss she also liked that he thought that of her. The look in his eyes scared her. It had been a long time since she had seen anything resembling lust in a man's eyes but it was clear to her that was what she saw in his. The feeling of comfort in trousers had now disappeared. She started the car and headed to the hospital.

In the hospital she was thankful to find her husband was asleep. She sat at his bedside looking at his sleeping form, thinking about what had happened in James' office, wondering whether she should maybe quit her job. She was alarmed when she heard, "Hi Love, what are you thinking about?"

"Oh you're awake, nothing in particular, just what I'm going to get for the dinner," getting up and kissing him on the cheek.

"You looked deep in thought, you sure everything is ok?"

"Yes, of course it is, I thought I would drop in on the way home rather than come back out again tonight."

"You look good Love, new outfit?"

While thinking "Not you as well", she smiled at him, "Yeah picked it up in JC Penney at the weekend."

"Well you look very professional," pleased that she was wearing trousers and had her breasts covered. He knew that all the secretaries always wore skirts, some very short, and though he of course had always admired and looked at them he didn't want the others doing the same to his wife. After a short discussion on his day she left, saying she had to get the dinner.

After dinner she was still very distracted from the earlier events. Her son was talking excitedly about his day but she was finding it very hard to pay attention. After he gone to bed and her daughter was studying in her own room she got a glass of wine and sat on the couch looking at the TV but not seeing what was on. 

Her new phone beeped to indicate a new message. She looked at her watch noting it was almost 11 p.m. Opening her mail she saw it was from James.

"Lyds, hope you ok, I was thinking about earlier, maybe I said too much."

She didn't know if she was expected to reply but immediately typed anyway, "Yes, you did say too much."

Straight away came a response, "Sorry, I did mean what I said but I probably should have kept it to myself, I'll be a good boy tomorrow, promise," followed by two smiley faces.

"You shouldn't even think those things."

"I can't help it, but I promise I'll be good."

"Ok Boss, good night."

"Night Lyds, what's it going to be tomorrow, legs or ass??"

She looked at his reply, stunned, but did not reply. If this was him being good, maybe she would have to quit. Smiling to herself, she finished her wine and went to bed.

The following day she looked in her wardrobe, totally confused as to what to wear. In the end she picked a skirt and white blouse. After an hour in the office her phone rang and she saw James' cell number.

"Hi Boss."

"Hi Lyds, just calling to say that I will not in the office today, I am going to play golf with Gerry."

"Ok."

"I suppose I better let him win," laughing.

"Yes, I suppose you better."

"Maybe we should get you to caddy for us."

Laughing, "I don't know anything about golf."

"You don't need to, just give us what we want."

She didn't respond.

"Anyway Lyds, what's the answer to my question last night?"

"What question?"

"You know what question."

She looked around to see if anyone was near, seeing no one, "Legs Boss," not believing what 

she was saying but finding herself smiling.

"Good girl, anyway I'm off, call me if there is anything urgent."

"Ok Boss, enjoy your game."

The day was uneventful and quiet. The only thing of note from the day was that she had a long conversation with two of the other secretaries over lunch. As they told her about the wedding of the previous week she realised that this was the first chat of any meaning with any of the other girls. They were very friendly to her and this pleased her greatly. One of them, Mary, Tony's Secretary, had even mentioned having a drink some Friday evening after work, telling her some of the girls did that every number of weeks. Although most were younger than her she thought that maybe she could become friends with them, it had been a long time since she had made any new friends.

On the following day James was out of the office again and Lydia realised how quiet the day could be without having work to do for him. She did her best to try and look busy but other than answering a few phone calls there was very little to do. Once again that morning she had spoken to him on the phone and once again answered "Legs" to his question to which he responded. "And I'm missing them."

She could not believe it when it was Friday already when she woke the next morning. She again chose a skirt wondering if she would be telling him over the phone or whether he would see for himself. She was surprised when she realised that she hoped it was the latter. In her mind she put it down to the boredom that she missed him not being in the office as she had nothing to do when he was absent. When she arrived his car was not there.

This day he did not ring until after noon. He asked for any news and she told him there was none. Just as he was about to hang up, he asked "Today?"

Without hesitation she responded, "Legs Boss."

He laughed, "No more trousers since I said I loved your ass."

"Please Boss."

"3 days now of legs and I don't get to see them, that's not fair."

"Well it's not my fault you're out of the office, is it?" saying it before she realised what she was saying.

He laughed, "Well you could sort that for me Lyds."

Totally confused, "What do you mean?"

"You could let me see them."

"But you're not here."

"Send me a pic."

"You're mad, there is no way I'm sending you a pic," laughing loudly but also nervously.

"Go on, I'm here all alone, imagining your legs. 

Just a simple pic can't do any harm."

She sat in silence just looking at the phone, stunned at what he was saying. 

"Lyds, go on, take one for me."

"No Boss, please don't ask me."

"Ok, I'm out here trying to sort out the mess from last Friday and you won't even give me a simple pic."

With that he hung up making her feel guilty. After 30 minutes of thinking about it she went to the ladies restroom and to her own amazement took a picture of herself from the waist down. Going back to her desk she sent it to his cell phone with a message, "please delete immediately."

James was with Gerry at the golf club and he had been present during the earlier call to Lydia. James had told Gerry about his new secretary and his hopes for a long and rewarding relationship. Gerry was a man in his 60's who had cheated many times on his wife but never with his own secretary, always concerned that news might get back to his wife. Of course James was not married but Gerry was aware of the many young hot women he dated from time to time and he could not understand his interest in an older married woman. James had told him of his Fathers relationship with his secretary and that he too wanted to see how such a relationship might make work days more exciting. They both jumped when his phone beeped and both smiled when they saw the picture.

"She does have nice legs."

"Yes she does but the important thing is that she sent it."

He typed a response, "Mmmmm Lyds, very nice, love to see more," both men laughing.

She looked at his reply, still in disbelief that she had actually taken a pic of her legs and sent it to him. What could he mean by more? What surprised her most of all was that she was feeling a bit giggly about it. She took her phone, "What do you mean Boss?"

The men looked at the message and smiled, "You are a big girl, I'm sure you can work that out for yourself."

What did he mean by that? she asked herself. Did he mean big as in her breasts or as in being old enough to think about it. 

In disbelief at herself she went to the ladies again, taking another picture. Sitting on the toilet she sent him a message, "I assume you are alone Boss."

"Of course I am Lyds, why?"

She then sent the picture with a "Please Please delete this"

The two men were drinking another cold beer and very pleased with themselves when the next message arrived. They opened the attachment.

"Holy fuck, look at those."

James laughed, looking at the pic of Lyds, her blouse open, displaying her huge tits inside a tight white lacy bra. 

Immediately another message arrived, "Oh god I can't believe I sent you that, please delete."

He didn't reply for over 30 minutes, leaving her worried at her desk. When her phone rang she answered it quietly, almost shyly.

"Hi"

"I didn't expect that but thanks anyway."

"What did you expect?"

"Actually nothing, I was just teasing you."

"Oh god what must you think of me?"

"Only that I was right about your lovely body."

"Please tell me you have deleted them."

"Maybe I should send it to William and the others," laughing as he said it.

"Please Boss."

"I'm joking, what do you take me for, I'm not that cruel."

"I'm sorry Boss, I thought that was what you wanted."

"And you'll give me whatever I want?"

"Oh god that's not what I meant. Forget today ever happened, please."

"Lyds, one question and answer me truthfully."

"What Boss?"

"Did it excite you?"

Very quietly she said, "Yes Boss it did, but I am sorry."

"No need to be sorry, it did for me too."

"Did what Boss?"

"It excited me. If you were here you would see how much."

"Please stop Boss," although she could not help picturing him excited.

"Ok Lyds, I'm off now, thanks for pics, I'll see you in person next week, enjoy your weekend."

"Please delete, see you next week,"

After they ended the call she sat at her desk, her head in her hands, wondering what she had just done.

How could she have been so stupid sending pictures of her legs and breasts to her younger boss? 

Could she trust him? 

Why did she do it? 

Why did it excite her to do it? 

Did he mean anything in particular when he said he would see her "in person next week"? 

How could she see him face to face? 

Thankfully it was late afternoon so she packed her bags and left the office for the weekend, wondering just what would the next week bring...



Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 04



This is the fourth part of my story about a mature married woman who becomes the family breadwinner after her husband has an accident. She becomes a Secretary for her Husband's Boss. 

Please read the previous chapters first as this will tell you the background to how we have got to here.

As usual comments and ratings are appreciated and welcome.

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James was really enjoying playing games with his new mature secretary. At 32, he was the young Chief Executive of the company that his father had created many years earlier. His father, now retired, had encouraged him into the business after many years of enjoying life, living on funds supplied by his wealthy parents. Both of his parents had been born to working class families and his father had created the company from nothing. His mother had worked in the company for many years but once James had been born and the company reached some success she left the running of the business to her husband, also called James. To his parents disappointment they were unable to have any more children and as a result they spoiled their only born all his life.

James performed well in school and in his early days at College. However, in his latter college days he experimented with drugs which impacted his grades significantly. For almost six years he did very little other than continued experimentation with drugs and sexual conquests of too many women to count. This included domination of numerous young women. On several occasions his parents were called in to bail him out of potential lawsuits, paying off some of the ladies because of his over aggressive behaviour, always linked to his drug use.

Eventually, they forced him into treatment for his addictions which, after three attempts, proved to be successful. After his final treatment he joined the company, having no choice as his parents had threatened to cut his earning completely otherwise. After only a short period he found himself enjoying the role of Operations Manager, working closely with his father to learn all aspects of the business. Although he had cut out drugs completely he continued with his other addiction, that of dominating women, enjoying the thrill of the chase and their ultimate submission. 

When he had started working in the company he had not known of his father's relationship with his secretary, Emily. Emily had been his father's submissive lover for many years, after her husband had died and she had taken the job. Shortly after commencing his job he noticed that she spent a lot of time in his father's office and that they worked late quite a lot when no one else was in the office. He also noted that she accompanied him on trips when, in his view, there was no need for her to go. He confronted his father who told him about the relationship, assuring him that it was only fun, that his sex life at home had dried up many years previously. He also told him that he suspected his mother was aware of the relationship and chose to ignore it, preferring to live her own life and enjoy the comforts that they had earned over the years. What surprised James most of all was that his first thought was pride in his father, admiration and new respect for him. The other thought of course was that they both shared an interest in submissive women.

He had taken over the top job from his father just over a year ago and inherited Emily as his secretary. They had a conversation about his awareness of her relationship with his father, as his lover and submissive for many years. She agreed to stay on in the job until he found a suitable replacement, both of them understanding the meaning of suitable. He had always intended to find a young secretary that he could mould to his liking and desires.

He surprised himself by choosing Lydia, when her husband, William, had an accident, meaning he could not work for a significant time. When William approached him about a potential job for their daughter, Gillian, James remembered that he had met Lydia on a number of occasions at work functions and had always been drawn to her huge tits, mature body and her shyness. Knowing that Gillian would have been required to leave college in order to take up the role he convinced Lydia, in spite of her having no work experience, to take the job and become his secretary. Emily was even more surprised when he told her about his decision but she resolved to play her part and help him with his plans.

That was over a month ago now. Emily had left after two weeks training Lydia and James had been patiently building up his games with her. As he lay in bed, listening to the running shower, he looked at the pictures she had sent him just the previous day. In just four weeks he had managed to persuade his mature married secretary to send him two pictures, one of her legs in a skirt and the other of her tits, in a bra but with her blouse wide open. As he looked at the pictures he felt himself becoming erect, even after his exploits of the previous night and this morning.

When he had received the pictures he had been drinking with his new client, Gerry. 

Late in the evening, he had caught the eye of a young very attractive blonde woman, seated alone at the bar. He had asked the barman to give her a drink and she raised her glass to him as she accepted. When Gerry left he joined her and they had another couple of drinks together. He discovered that she was a married woman, 25, who was on business in their town and was staying another night, in a nearby hotel, before heading home. 

He walked her home and she asked him up for a night cap. Once inside her hotel room, she pushed him against the wall and kissed him passionately, both of them in no doubt as to what she wanted. He pushed her away and told her to strip for him, while he took some drinks from her mini bar. He watched as she took off her blouse to reveal small tits but huge nipples protruding through her see through bra. She then took off her skirt to show him a bare pussy under matching see through panties. He told her to stand still in the middle of the floor while he opened the wardrobe, taking out a scarf and some stockings. 

When he approached her she smiled at him, "I hope you're not going to hurt me, are you?" as he walked behind her and placed the scarf around her head, blocking her eyes and tightening it. He then walked around, looking at her still smiling, and pinched her nipples hard, making her squeal.

"I won't do anything you don't want but I think there is nothing you wouldn't try, is there slut?"

"No Sir, just please don't mark me, my husband would see them."

"Does your husband not mark you?"

"No Sir, he's not like that."

"But you are slut?"

"Yes Sir," as she squealed when he ripped the bra from her.

He then sat down and watched her while he sipped from his drink. She looked around as if she could see, wondering where he was, what he was doing. He loved this most of all, seeing a woman anticipating what would happen next, not knowing his next move. He walked over to her, pushed her head back, telling her to open her mouth and poured some wine into her, some of it spilling down onto her tits, which he licked up, biting her nipples gently as he did so.

"Strip me slut."

She reached out to him, trying to locate him, unbuttoning his shirt and taking it off before then finding his belt and opening it. She then opened his trousers lowering them together with his boxer shorts. As she reached out to feel for his cock he stepped out of range and she was left with her hands floundering about, frustratingly, in the air looking for him.

"Stand still slut."

The next thing she felt was his hand inside her panties, feeling her ass before he ripped them from her. He forced her legs apart with his feet, letting his hands wander between her legs, feeling her already soaking pussy.

"On your knees, slut."

She didn't waste any time dropping to her knees and opened her mouth immediately. He looked at her, laughing, as he sat down to drink and watch her. 

"Crawl slut."

She got down on all fours and crawled forwards, bumping into the table and bed before feeling his feet. Feeling up his legs she eventually found his cock, and without hesitation took it into her mouth, loving the feel and taste of it. He looked down at her, feeling her need for his cock, and allowed her to suck him for over ten minutes, loving the way she took him deep into her throat, although gagging a little.

"Ok slut, that's enough, the next step I leave up to you."

She stood up, trying to feel where both his legs were. She positioned herself over them, spreading her legs and squatting down onto him, taking his cock in her hands and guiding her pussy over it. Feeling it at her entrance she pushed herself down onto it hard, shouting out as she felt it deep in her, before riding it hard and fast. It didn't take long for her to shout out loudly as she had her first orgasm, and her tightening action of her pussy on his cock was too much for him and he came hard in her. As she collapsed on him he took his glass, sipped from it before offering some to her lips, which she gladly accepted. 

"Will Sir stay with me tonight?"

"If that is what slut wants, then yes."

"It is Sir." 

During the night he tied her to the bed with the stockings, played with her pussy with his lips and fingers, made her orgasm multiple times. He fucked her four times coming in each of her offerings, all the time blindfolded. He only removed the blindfold four hours after they had entered the room and then slept for only four hours before he woke her with his cock in her mouth.

She was now in the shower humming a song he did not recognise while he looked at Lydia's pictures. As he had watched his lover during their session, he had never asked her name, perform for him and on him, he had been picturing Lydia's face. 

She was now in his room drying. He looked over, seeing a look of utter satisfaction on her face, her big smile beaming at him, seeing that he was once again erect.

"I have to get going to catch my flight but do you want me to do something with that first?"

"No slut, that's for someone else."

Looking disappointed she quickly dressed, "can I see you the next time I'm in town Sir?"

"We'll see slut, depends whether I'm free or not."

Even though it was her hotel room, she thanked him for the night, packed her bags and left, forgetting she knew either his name or number. 

That evening he had a dinner in his parent's house, with some family friends and no doubt some nice women that might be, in his parents view, suitable for him. They were desperate for him to settle down with a nice woman and have children, to keep the family name going, to give them grandchildren. At 32 he realised that maybe he should think about his future but all that was in his mind was Lydia and making her his greatest conquest.

That evening to his surprise he was seated next to a very attractive 30 year old woman, Stella, a daughter of an old family friend of his parents. To his greater surprise, though he did not recognise her, he realised that he and she had played together when they were younger at the sun resort where their families took their annual vacations. She had attended a different college and then been away in Europe for the last five years which explained why their paths had not crossed for some time. Both had been dreading the dinner but had chatted all evening together, enjoying talking about the memories of their holidays, their experiences since, and their current jobs. Neither had a current relationship and to their mutual surprise they agreed to meet soon. 

Lydia had left work on the Friday afternoon stunned at her actions of sending the pictures to her boss. On that evening she visited William in hospital, taking her youngest son of 10 with her, as she knew that with him present there would be little chance of any meaningful conversation. William noticed that she appeared distracted but said nothing, putting it down to tiredness. After all she was not used to having a day job as well as looking after the home. Their son regaled them both with the stories of his week. Pleading tiredness they didn't stay long.

That night she found it difficult to get to sleep, worried at her earlier actions. She realised that part of her was excited at her actions but that part of her brain was in conflict with the side that told her what she had done was utterly wrong. She looked at the pictures on her own phone, again hating her breasts, seeing how big they looked in the picture. 

In spite of very little sleep she was up and about early on the Saturday morning as her son had a soccer match. Standing on the side-line watching him she could not get her mind out of worrying what might happen in the coming week. What must her boss think about her now? 

She was woken out of her thoughts at loud cheering. When she looked up she saw that her son was celebrating scoring a goal and she applauded him as if she had seen the goal. The huge smile on his face made her feel guilty for the thoughts going through her head.

After the match she did her weekly shopping. When she arrived home she did the cleaning that she had not managed during the week. She arranged a movie for the two of them that night as her other children were all due to be out at various parties. After he had gone to bed she opened a bottle of Chablis, drinking half the bottle while she watched a sad film. She cried but wondered whether it was the film or guilt causing it. 

She also took more interest than usual in a sex scene in the film, noting the satisfaction on the actresses face as she acted out an orgasm while the actor had his face buried between her legs. Of course nothing sexual could actually be seen but the presumed actions had her wondering if it really could feel that good. Her sex life with William had always been basic; oral sex had never been a major part of their activities. As far as she could remember he had only ever once gone down on her once, afterwards telling her he didn't like it. She had performed on him a number of times before they were married but very rarely since and certainly not since the birth of their first child. She always wondered what the big deal about oral sex was, it sounded rather dirty to her. 

Sunday was spent with more cleaning of the house before she and her son went to the hospital. William questioned her on her week but all she told him was that it was a busy one and that she was getting used to the different people there. She told him that the other girls were getting more friendly to her and that pleased him. 

After the hospital they visited and had dinner with her eldest daughter, pregnant with their first grandchild. Her daughter was a welcome distraction to the thoughts in her head. 

Staying longer than usual she arrived home just in time to get her son to bed. She completed her evening by finishing the bottle of wine she had opened the previous night. Throwing the bottle in the recycling bin she realised that she had drank more in the last two nights that she might ordinarily drink over a week or two. 

Before going to bed she looked in her wardrobe, wondering what she would wear to work the next day. Legs or ass were the two words going through her head and she could not escape them as she chose black trousers and high neck blouse. Once again she did not sleep very well.

The alarm clock woke her at the usual time on Monday morning. Reaching over she pressed the snooze button desperate for a few more minutes rest. After making sure her youngest was despatched to school after a good breakfast she herself headed to work, nervous at what James was going to say or do. Seeing his sports car in his designated parking spot she rushed to her desk, even though she was fifteen minutes earlier than her official start time of 9 a.m.

Shortly afterwards he came out of his office and approached her.

"Good Morning Lyds, hope you had a good weekend."

Looking at him searching for any strange looks or sarcasm, and seeing none, she replied, "Yes Boss, It was good thanks."

"That's good, hope William is getting better."

"Yes he is thankfully."

"Great, will you ask Tony to call into me when he gets in please," before he walked back to his office.

"Will do," as she watched him walk away, very surprised at his normal tone to her, no reference to the pictures, no comment on her attire. She didn't know whether to be delighted or disappointed and chose the former. Hopefully what had happened the previous Friday had maybe convinced them both that the actions were inappropriate.

She looked up to see Tony coming in the reception door and told him that James was looking for him. About 30 minutes later the mail man arrived and spent a few moments chatting to her. She had noticed other the last number of weeks how he had spent more time chatting when she had a lower cut blouse on. She sorted the mail before walking around to deliver it to the other secretaries. Passing James' office she noticed that the door was slightly ajar and she could hear James laughing and talking to Tony.

"Tony, you should have seen her, she wanted to go on all night."

She stopped outside the door, looking around to make sure no one else was in the corridor as he went on.

"There was nothing she didn't want to try, we fucked five times and she couldn't get enough. The following morning she wanted more before she went back to her husband."

"What was she like?"

"Sexy blonde 25 year old, small enough tits but fabulous mouth on her, nice fit body."

"Sounds like you had a good night."

"Oh that I did Tony, you know how much I love a hot slut but she was too much, even for me," laughing loudly.

Hearing someone else approach she rushed from her position outside the door, stunned at the conversation she had just heard. Had she heard correctly; had James spent a night with a young married woman and did they had sex five times? Was that even possible? 

She was so flushed when reaching Mary's desk that Mary asked her if she was okay. Mary was Tony's secretary and she wondered if she knew what her boss and James discussed about other women. She said she was fine, giving her Tony's post and returning to her own desk.

All day she could not get the conversation out of her head. In one way it pleased her that she had heard that it was a younger woman he had been with. It reinforced that he could have no interest in her, an older married woman. In another way she was fascinated at the thought of sex five times in one night. How could any woman take it that many times? Was it possible for a man to perform like that? What did he mean by her fabulous mouth knowing it probably wasn't just for kissing that he meant. She surprised herself by thinking about what size he might be.

She was so distracted by her thoughts that she had not noticed him walk right up to her desk. She looked up startled to find him looking down at her, smiling.

"Lyds, you look like you were miles away."

"Sorry Boss," blushing at what she had last been thinking.

He laughed, "That's ok. I hope you were somewhere nice, were you?"

She nervously laughed with him, "Oh just thinking about school stuff, kids stuff." 

He looked at her amused, not believing her and very curious as to what it might have been, but said no more. He handed her a draft contract, marked up with some changes and asked her to amend it. Once completed, she brought it to his office and handed it to him. He thanked her and she left without any more exchange. At leaving time she gathered up her bag and left the office, thankful that she had got through the day without any reference to the pictures or her attire for the day. Maybe, she thought, his get together with the young married woman had put the pictures out of his mind. 




Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 04



That evening she visited William in hospital and learned that his physio session had gone well that day, that the doctors were very pleased with his progress. She slept better that well, though for the first time in many years that she could remember, she dreamt about sex, about a guy going down on her. She woke feeling flushed, a feeling not familiar to her.

Tuesday was as usual management meeting day which she attended along with the six member, entirely male, management team. She had chosen to wear a knee length skirt and white blouse. At the 10.00 a.m. starting time they all entered the room and she gave each man coffee and biscuits. She was happy that there was no overt staring at her breasts or legs as she walked around the room, before taking her normal place next to James. 

They agreed the previous week's minutes and discussed the updates from each of the managers. They agreed to take on two new clients and an additional staff member in the fulfilment area. Under AOB, Jim mentioned that his secretary, Anna, had enquired whether, now that Emily was gone, we would no longer have Emily's day as it had come to be known for the last ten years or so. Lydia looked up with an enquiring look but as she did so, Alan, the latest recruit to the team, the Marketing Manager, asked, "What's Emily's day?" 

James looked around, "Emily's day was initiated by my father as a day when the management team treat our secretaries to a day of pampering and enjoyment. Normally they would go for a day of health and beauty treatments and then we would have dinner and drinks with them in the evening, what do the rest of you think?"

Tony was first to react, "Well I suppose we have three choices, first we stick with Emily's day and have it on the Friday closest to her birthday, we could invite her for one final year. The second choice is to change it to Lydia's day or we could just get rid of the tradition altogether."

Lydia looked around at the men. Emily had never mentioned this to her and it was the first she had heard of the tradition, even though her husband had been part of the team. She listened as they seemed to be coming to the agreement to, for one more year, stick with Emily's day. 

James agreed and asked when it was this year. Jim responded that he thought it was this Friday night which was why Anna had been asking. 

James looked over at Lydia and asked her to contact Emily to check if she was free on Friday night. He said he would check with his own father who he thought might also like to attend. The meeting then concluded and they all left the room.

She returned to her desk, immediately calling her predecessor, Emily. Emily expressed surprise at the call but was delighted to agree to one final year of being pampered and treated by the management team. Lydia questioned her on it but her only response was,

"Lydia, it's not often they look after us, so relax and enjoy it."

Over lunch that day Lydia joined the other secretaries in the canteen. Over lunch they were all excited that they were to be treated this coming Friday, all discussing what they would wear to dinner, wondering where they would be treated this year. They told Lydia of previous years where they enjoyed beauty days, luxury spa days, massages, pedicures and much more. They told her that the dinners and wines were always of the highest quality and that the evenings would last late into the night. They mentioned that hotel rooms had been laid on in the past for those that would rather stay than go home. 

The more they spoke the more she worried. She had nothing to wear to match the outfits the other girls were discussing. How would William react to her being out late with the team? She had no experience of beauty days or being treated like royalty, as one of the girls described it, for a day and evening. Even though she was worried she was also getting excited at the thought of such a treat day.

The afternoon was uneventful. James had left the office shortly after lunch and Lydia had little to do. That evening, she went to the hospital alone and told William about the treat day. He expressed surprise that it was going ahead given that Emily had left. She asked him why he had never mentioned the event in the past. He informed her that he had never attended it; he did not have a secretary for his own role, using one of the others if he needed anything done, which was rare enough. She thought about what he said, realising that, including her, there was only four secretaries to cover the six managers. 

"Where is the event this year?"

"I don't know, not even sure who decides, is it Emily?"

"I don't think so. I thought it was the Boss who decides so I suppose it will be James."

"Are you okay with me going?"

He looked at her, it was obvious to him that she was looking forward to it but trying not to appear so. He had heard some stories in the past about some of the managers having a little fun with the younger secretaries during the evenings.

"If you want to go Love, of course I'm ok, why wouldn't I?" looking at here closely.

She looked at him wondering if he had seen anything in her to cause any suspicion but couldn't see anything in his expression, "I guess I have to go really, it would be rude to Emily not to."

"I guess that's sorted so."

"The girls were all talking today about what they would wear to the dinner. I have no idea what I could wear."

He looked at her again, this time more closely, slightly worried that she was concerned with looking good at the dinner. Seeing him staring at her, she carried on.

"I'm sure all of the young girls will look stunning. I don't want to look like the frumpy old mother," nervously laughing.

"Now Love, you know you'll never look like that. Have you not got that lovely red dress you wore for Olivia's wedding last year. You looked wonderful in that."

"Would that not be too much, I thought it showed far too much breast and it's a bit short, not sure I want to wear that in front of the team."

He thought back, remembering that it had been very sexy and had displayed a lot of breast and leg. He also remembered the amount of attention and admiring looks from many guys. He wasn't sure he wanted James and the rest of his colleagues admiring her like that.

"Love, it's up to you. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable but I don't want you feeling old and frumpy either," now he was the one laughing nervously.

"I'll try it on when I get home and see whether I could maybe do something with how much would be on show,"

After some more discussion on family issues she kissed him, left and went home. Before going to bed she tried on the dress, seeing that it still fitted her well. It did though expose a lot of breast and she wondered if it would really be suitable for the evening. It was a light material dress, well above the knee and she put on one of the new higher red heels she had recently bought with Emily, making her legs appear longer. Thinking of Emily she looked at her watch wondering if it was too late to send her a message. Deciding it was not she typed, "Emily, sorry it's late but if you're awake could we talk?"

Five minutes passed before Emily called her.

"Hi Lydia, is something wrong?"

"No Emily, not at all, I just wanted to ask you about Friday night."

"What do you want to know?"

"I'm wondering what I should wear, how formal will it be?"

Emily laughed, "Not exactly formal but the girls normally like to dress well, what are you thinking of?"

"I don't have much."

"Do you want to go shopping again?"

"Oh no, that's not what I meant, I have one dress but I think it might be too much."

"Can you send me a picture of it?"

"Yes, I could, I'm actually wearing it now."

"Ok send it to me and I'll call you back, make sure the picture is full length."

She took the picture, looking at it closely before sending it to Emily, then nervously waiting on her response.

Emily looked at the picture seeing Lydia looking extremely sexy. She knew that all of the men, especially James, would love her breasts being exposed so much, her mature body on show. Picking up the phone she called Lydia again.

"Lydia, that's perfect, you look great."

"You don't think it looks slutty? Too much on show?"

"Not at all, you look great, I'm telling you, it's perfect."

"Ok, if you say so, I'm not sure yet though."

She laughed again, "Well Lydia, I think you look great, look forward to seeing you there, wherever there will be."

"That's another thing, where are we going?"

"No idea, James said he will tell us on Thursday."

"Ok, thanks for your help, see you on Friday."

"Good night Lydia, wear the dress, you look good."

"Good night Emily. Thanks."

Hanging up she looked at herself again in the mirror, thinking she did look good, but still questioning if it was too much. Again that night she had difficulty sleeping.

The following day James was out of the office all day, leaving her with very little to do. She had a number of conversations with the other secretaries, the only subject matter being Friday night. In the afternoon she was filing some papers in James' office when his private line rang. Not sure if she should answer or not, she chose to do so in case it might be important.

"Hello, Dillis Limited."

She heard hesitation on the other side of the line, then a female voice, "Hi, can I speak to James please. I thought I had called his private line."

"You did, I'm his secretary. He's not here today. May I help you?"

"Oh, ok I should probably have called him on his cell phone."

She was very curious as to who this woman was, "Can I take a message for him."

"Please tell him Stella called, that I enjoyed the other night and, no actually leave it, I'll try calling him again later."

"If you're sure, it's no problem to give him a message," wondering if this was the married woman he had sex with five times in one night. She wondered what she looked like, she certainly sounded sexy.

"No, it's ok, thanks, bye," hanging up on Lydia.

So that's her name, Stella, she thought, as she finished the filing in his office. 

That evening she rang William as she felt too tired to visit. He asked her if she had made her dress decision and she said she was almost sure she would wear the red dress. He assured her she would look great, while at the same thinking he would rather not have his boss and colleagues seeing her dressed like that without him present. He did not tell her that.

Thursday morning was similar to the previous day in that she had very little to do. Shortly after noon a courier arrived with a parcel for her. She opened it to surprisingly find a skimpy lacy white thong, matching push up bra, correct size, and expensive looking sheer black stockings and suspender belt. She looked at the note included with the items.

"To complete your outfit for tomorrow night, x"

She put the items quickly into her desk drawer, looking around to see if anyone had seen. She had noted that the items were in wrapping from the store in which Emily had purchased her clothes and assumed that she had sent these items. Taking them from her drawer she rushed to the ladies rest room. There, she took them out of the package and examined them closely. She had never before worn a suspender belt and stockings and the panties looked far too skimpy as she held it up and looked at it. She returned to her desk, wondering if she could actually wear them. 

Again at lunch the girls could talk of nothing but the following day. No one yet knew where they were going and they were wondering if an overnight stay might be required. This concerned Lydia even more. She did not want to stay away for a night. 

In mid-afternoon James arrived in the office, all smiles and in really good form. She wondered if he had been drinking. He told her to get the team and the girls into his office. 

When everyone was there he told them that the following day would be spent at his Country Club. He had arranged for beauty and hair treatments, massages and lunch during the day. Dinner and drinks would follow in the evening. Anyone who wished to stay could have a mini-suite at the Club. He added that he would arrange for each of them to be picked up in the morning from their home.

All of the other girls were excited, almost giddy about the arrangements. All of them knew that the Country Club, of which he was a member like his father, was a very expensive exclusive club, with membership only by invitation. He dismissed them all from his office except for Lydia.

"Lyds, you don't seem very excited."

"I am Boss, I'm sure it will be a nice day."

"Promise me, you will enjoy the day, if you relax and just go with the flow, it will be a great day."

"I haven't had beauty days before and never a proper massage, so I am looking forward to it."

"Are you saying I didn't give you a proper massage," laughing and smiling at her.

She blushed, "That's not what I meant," smiling back at him.

"Are you staying to stay overnight?"

"I don't think so, it's not too far from home."

"That's ok, whatever you want. We'll get you a taxi home after the dinner and drinks."

"Thanks Boss."

As she went to leave the office she remembered the phone call of the previous day and turned back towards him, catching him staring at her ass.

"Sorry I forgot to tell you, I answered your phone yesterday, a Stella called but she didn't want to leave a message."

He looked up at her and smiled, "That's ok, she got me on my cell." 

"She your girlfriend?" before even realised what she was asking. "Sorry, that's none of my business."

He laughed at her, "Lyds, you can ask me anything. She might be, I'm not sure yet, I just met her last weekend."

She looked at him wondering how he could think a married woman could be his girlfriend, how he wasn't sure if he wanted to be with a woman he just had sex with so many times in one night, how he could call her a slut to Tony then think about her as a possible girlfriend.

As she turned to leave he looked at her, "Hope you have a nice dress picked for tomorrow."

She smiled at him, turned and left, knowing he was looking at her ass again. 

That night she again phoned rather than visit William. He didn't ask about her dress decision again, just about the proposed agenda for her day. She told him about the beauty treatments and the dinner but, for a reason she didn't understand, she did not mention the massage. He finished the call by telling her he loved her and wishing her a good day; that she deserved treats after the stress of the last number of weeks.

She tried on her dress and heels again. While looking in the mirror she spotted the package in the corner. Could she possibly wear them? She asked herself, surprised at her feeling of excitement.

Taking the items out of the package she took off her dress and the plain undies that she always changed into when she arrived home from work. She put the bra on seeing how much it pushed her breasts together and higher. She then felt the stockings, loving the silky feel of them between her fingers. When she put them on they felt great on her legs. She then put on the panties, seeing how skimpy they looked, feeling the string tight in her ass. She could also see that her thick black hairy pussy was very visible through the thin material and some of her hair was hanging out the side. She did not like the look of it. She then took the suspenders and pulled them up her legs. She had never worn them before always believing them to be a bit slutty. She struggled to clasp them, eventually succeeding and looking at herself in the mirror. She loved the way her legs looked in the stockings and she even liked the suspenders. As she looked at it she wondered how she would go to the toilet with the suspenders on and laughed out loud as she realised that the panties should be the last item to be worn. Leaving it as it was she put her dress and heels back on and had another look in the mirror. 

Though she thought she looked slightly slutty for a woman of her age she had to admit that she looked sexy. Her legs looked long and slim in the high heels and stockings, her breasts looked very firm, though still too big for her liking, in the push up bra. She wished that she was wearing this with William and still wasn't sure she could wear it with James and the others. She was also still concerned that, next to the young sexy girls, she would look out of place, like an old woman trying to look like something she wasn't. She undressed, putting on her comfy pyjamas, before packing her clothes into a small suitcase. She packed all of her new items but still unsure of whether to wear them or not, she also packed white lacy undies and threw in plain cotton ones as well.

Just as she finished packing she heard her new phone beep with a message. She took it from her bag, seeing James' name appear on her screen.

"Lyds, just wanted to confirm that the car will pick you up at 8.30 a.m."

She typed, "Thanks Boss."

"Hope you have your sexy party gear ready."

"Please stop, don't start this again."

"Lyds, promise me one thing, tomorrow is the day for the girls, relax and enjoy it."

"Ok Boss, I will. I promise."

"Enjoy your day. I'll see you for dinner, good night."

She didn't reply, worried that he had asked her about sexy party gear. She also worried when she realised that she wanted James to like the way she would be dressed. Why did she want that? She went to bed and eventually managed to get to sleep, that the last thought on her mind.

The following morning she got her son out to school before showering and getting dressed in jeans and a blue top. By 8.15 a.m. she was ready and waiting in her living room, conscious of the feeling of excitement but nervousness building in her. She felt like she was really looking forward to the beauty treatments but nervous about getting dressed up for dinner and what might happen. She was sure that James was only playing games and teasing her with his comments but she was very confused with her own thoughts. She knew that he was not really attracted to her and that gave her feelings of relief but also pangs of disappointment. Those thoughts made her feel silly but mainly guilty.

At precisely 8.30 a.m. she saw a limousine turn into her driveway. She was amazed at the size of it and as she approached the driver opened the door for her and ushered her in. Already inside were all of the other girls, drinking champagne. They greeted her and handed her a glass as the driver put her bag in the trunk. She looked around at the others, seeing the three younger girls all giddy and laughing, and Emily sitting back looking very happy. She and Emily chatted as the car took the hour long trip to the Club. They chatted about the few weeks since Emily had retired. Then making sure the others were deep in chat she whispered to Emily.

"Oh I meant to say, thank you for the gifts though I'm not sure I could wear them."

She thought that Emily looked strangely at her before smiling, "You're very welcome Lydia, I'm sure you will feel good in them."

"I'm not at all sure to be honest. I have never worn anything like that before."

"First time for everything," giving her a big smile.

As they both looked out the windows at the passing countryside Emily was wondering just what exactly she had been talking about. Very quickly she had realised that James had probably bought her some new items and she could imagine what they might be. She smiled as she recalled the many items that his father had bought her over the years. Looking at Lydia now she wondered if James had yet made any moves on her. She appeared nervous but she could see excitement in her eyes as well.

It wasn't long before they reached the Country Club. As the car drove up the long driveway Lydia looked in awe at the enormous estate, the manicured golf course, the huge old buildings, pure luxury all around. The car stopped and the driver held the door open as they exited. They were greeted at the Spa entrance by the manager.




Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 04



"Welcome, ladies, if you follow me I will show you to the reception area."

They followed him through the high ceilinged entrance hall, seeing the huge paintings and many sculpted figures built into the wall. Young well-dressed men followed them carrying their bags. Lydia looked around in total shock at the luxury of the Club. When they reached the reception desk they all checked in and were given an agenda for the day. She looked at her own.

ArrivalCoffee

10.00 a.m.Pedicure and manicure

11.00 a.m.Extreme Hydration Facial

12.00 p.m.Relaxation time

1.00 p.m.Lunch

2.30 p.m.Leg wax

3.30 p.m.Body massage

5.00 p.m.Hair and make-up

8.30 p.m.Dinner

She was surprised at the number of different treatments planned though excited at the thought of each of them. Two stood out to her as slightly worrying, the leg wax and the full body massage. She had never experienced either before and her first thoughts were that she assumed that they would be done by a female and not a man. The women looked at each other's agendas seeing that they were more or less similar.

After some coffee and shortbread biscuits they were led to the dressing room area where the others started stripping immediately, not at all shy walking around the room in their sexy undies. She was not entirely sure what to wear for the first treatments as she took off her jeans and top. She noticed that the others looked closely at her body, no doubt curious as to what her older body might look like. In particular she thought they examined her breasts. Emily looked over and saw her doubt as to what to wear.

"Lydia, just wear the gown and slippers," pointing to the items on the bench. 

She looked down seeing them, putting them on, liking the luxurious feel.

Emily looked around the room, "Ok girls, let's go get treated," leading the way out of the dressing room. 

It was obvious that she knew exactly where to go. They entered a room which contained five single sofa seats with a small cushioned stool in front and a chair to the side of each. They were asked to each take a sofa seat which they did. 

Immediately the door opened and ten young girls entered the room, each with a small bag. Two girls went to each of the women, one to the chair and the other to the stool. They pressed a button on the sofa seat which extended a shelf out of the front of the seat. The girls lifted the right leg of each of the women and placed in on the shelf. At the same time the other girl took their right hands.

For the next 25 minutes the women received a pedicure and manicure before they switched to the left side of each and repeated it. Lydia was really enjoying the attention. When the girl had initially lifted her leg her gown opened a bit exposing her entire leg and panties to the young girl. She was embarrassed as she closed her gown on the girl. The girl just gave her a big smile. 

As the girls operated on her left side she looked at the results of her right hand and loved the look of her fingernails, a rich red colour. Her right foot also felt wonderful and relaxed after the girl had used a stone on her feet after soaking them, as well as clipping, shaping and moisturising and polishing her toenails. The other girl had performed similar tasks on her hands which felt wonderful. Once they were finished the girls without a word left the room, leaving the women relaxed and chilled as they drank the glass of ice water they had each been given.

Next Emily led them to another room in which they saw five single high beds. Each of them was asked to take off their gowns and lie on the bed. Lydia lay on the bed seeing a young girl sit on a stool at her head. She started by placing a large towel over her entire body. 

She told Lydia what she was going to do, starting with using a lemon cleanser on her neck and face, cleaning her gently, making her feel very calm and relaxed. She then removed the cleanser with a hot towel which she gently used to press against and wash her face. Exfoliation of the skin was the next step which she did with a strawberry rhubarb , rubbing it all over her face and neck, particularly concentrating on her chin and nose area. Using large cotton pads she next dried and cleaned her before she began a steaming massage of her face. As she carried on she spoke to Lydia telling her that her skin was quite dry and recommending some products to use every day and night. She then gave her face a lifting massage before once again pressing a hot towel into her skin and cleaning her. She then placed cotton pads over her eyes and turned on a bright light on an extended arm over her head. She used the light to help her identify the facial areas which needed some more detailed extraction of dead skin before brushing a calming arnica mask onto her face. The mask was in place for 15 minutes after which she again cleaned her with the hot towel before using a champagne toner and finishing with a wild rose moisturiser. 

Lydia felt so relaxed and calm during the entire time, thoroughly enjoying the pampering. On completion she felt as if she had received a new face, feeling so clean. Looking in the mirror she could not believe the glowing clean face image. She looked as good as she felt and thanked the girl. 

She was glad of the scheduled relaxation time after the facial. Along with the other women she went to the swimming pool area. They lay on the comfortable lounge beds where they were served cold drinks. Each of them talked about the great treatments they had received so far. Each of them still wore the gowns and slippers and Lydia wondered whether they would need to change for lunch. Emily told her that they would remain dressed as they were. Both Emily and Lydia fell asleep on the beds for about 20 minutes, much to the amusement of the younger ones, who continued to chat away excitedly, albeit a little quieter.

At 12.50 p.m. they were informed that lunch would be ready in ten minutes. Emily once again led the way to the dining room. They were served a light lunch with a starter of a smoked chicken salad followed by a main course of halibut, all accompanied by a good Chablis and iced water. Lydia looked around at the other guests noting that all fifteen were female, all dressed in the same gowns. She regarded it all as so civilised, very calm and extremely luxurious. She thought, so this is how the other half lives, this is what money can get you. She had always regarded her own life as comfortable but this was a world away from her existence.

Lunch was very nice with lots of friendly chat between the women. Several of the other guests came to their table to greet Emily and it struck Lydia that she was well known in the Club, that she must have been here on numerous occasions. 

At 2.15 p.m. they were told that their next appointments were 15 minutes away. This was the first treatment which made Lydia nervous. Seated next to Emily she asked her what she should wear for her leg wax.

"Go as you are, that will be fine."

"Ok, I assume it will be done by a female?" she asked nervously.

Emily laughed quietly, "Mostly yes."

They left the lunch table and once again followed Emily. Each was escorted into a separate small treatment room. Lydia sat in the chair looking around the room seeing a bed and treatment table. She was relieved when she saw a girl enter the room.

"Hi, I'm Julia. I will be doing your wax today. Have you had many before?"

"No I've never had one before."

The girl looked at her surprised, "That's ok. It's not painful. Can you take your gown off and lie on the bed please. "

Shyly she stood and took it off, conscious at standing in front of the girl in her undies. When she lay on the bed the girl placed a large towel over her body, much to her relief. The girl told her what she was going to do. She lifted the towel from her right leg. Lydia could not tell how high the towel now covered her and for some reason she hoped that her panties were not on show. She was however thankful that she had chosen to wear black lacy ones rather than her cotton panties.

The girl started by closely examining and feeling her leg before using a cleanser on her leg, rubbing them gently, then drying thoroughly. This was followed by the application of powder on her leg. Once her leg was covered in powder she spread warm honey wax on a small part on the lower section of the leg. Taking a muslin strip she then applied this to the waxed area, patted it three times and then stripped it off quickly, repeating it in the other direction. Lydia jumped a little from her actions though it did not hurt her. This was then repeated over the rest of her lower leg, in the knee area before finishing with the upper leg section. Lydia wondered how high she would go and was only relaxed when she stopped just below her panty area. After the leg was complete the girl gently rubbed a wax off lotion and then a skin calming location all over her leg, making it feel cool and very smooth.

This was repeated on the other leg. As she finished the girl could not help but notice the hairy pussy area under her panties, "have you ever considered a bikini wax?"

Lydia looked down, conscious that the girl must be looking at her panties, "No, I haven't."

The girl, noting her embarrassment, "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just that it's very popular with ladies now."

"I don't think I'd like it."

"As long as your hubby likes the way you are, eh," 

She found herself thinking about what James would like and that shocked her but she said nothing. 

The girl covered her with the towel and left the room, leaving her deep in thought. 

A knock on the door brought her back to reality. A young man walked in, introducing himself as Bryan, telling her he was her masseur. She looked at him in disbelief that she would be massaged by a man but seeing how attractive and manly he was.

"I understand you just had a leg massage."

"Yes I did, is that a problem?"

"Not at all, I will take it easy. I'll use different oil on your legs to the rest of your body."

The sound of "rest of your body" scared her a little and she wondered just where exactly he was going to massage her. She looked at him as he prepared some oils and turned on some calming music on the CD player, before approaching her. 

He reached for the towel, alarming her, "I'm going to start with your neck and back, if you could turn over on your front side please." He lifted the towel and turned away to enable her to turn over. Nervously she turned over unaware of where he was looking.

He rolled the towel down from her shoulders and started to massage her neck and shoulder area with warm oil. She loved the feel of his hands and began to relax under his touch. While he was finished that area he rolled the towel down to her waist. She was conscious that he could now see her bra and maybe the top of her panties. 

"It will be much easier if I can open your bra, is that ok?"

She tensed up, not believing what she was hearing. She looked back at him to see him smiling at her. She thought about it quickly as he looked at him, coming to the conclusion that this was his job, that he was a professional, "Ok", she said meekly.

She went to unclasp it but he stopped her, "It's ok, I'll do it for you," as he opened it and lay it down on the bed to her sides. She was tense realising that he was the second man only ever to open her bra. He proceeded to massage her back and sides gently, relaxing her once again. She tensed up again when his hands were near the side of her breasts but thankfully his hands never touched them. He told her several times to try and relax as he worked on the many knots in her neck and back.

As he massaged her back firmly yet gently she began to relax more, almost falling into a light sleep. 

"I'm going to do your legs now," lifting the towel off her legs, leaving only a small amount of towel around her waist. From her position on the bed she could not make out how much it covered and it surprised her that he had not covered her top half while working on her legs. 

What she did not know was that James had arranged for him to massage her, that he had paid Bryan a large bonus and had given him particular instructions. One of these instructions was, using his phone, to stream the massage live. James sat in his office watching the entire massage and could see that the towel barely covered anything, exposing her panties to both him and Bryan.

He went to her legs, touching them gently and spreading them a little, "if you don't mind me saying you have great legs."

She was surprised but pleased with his comment, "Thanks," blushing as she said it. 

As he started on her lower leg, massaging slowly with a gentle circular motion she relaxed again. As he continued higher up her leg she unconsciously spread her legs wider giving him a clear view of her hairy pussy and firm ass through her lace panties. He thought she had a great looking ass but too much hair. By the time his hands wandered above her knees she had dozed off just a little, totally relaxed by his gentle technique. He massaged her inner thigh, easing his fingers towards her panty line, all the time ensuring that his hands were fully seen by his camera phone. When he reached her edge of her panties he eased his hands downwards as far as her knees and more firmly rubbed her inner thigh upwards again, repeating the motion several times. Suddenly she became aware of where his hands were and she tensed again, closing her legs a little. He took that as a signal not to push it much more for now.

"Ok, that's your back done, can you turn over now please." 

She looked back at him, wondering if he was going to pull the towel up for her. He smiled at him, walking to the top half of the table and pulling the towel over her. As she turned he managed with his fingers to catch her bra and have it fall to the floor. She was now lying on her back, the towel covering her body from her toes to her neck. Suddenly realising she had no bra, she looked over at him but he was acting all professional, at his table seemingly preparing for the next part of the massage. 

He turned towards her, smiling, "Ok, you have a lot of knots, if it's ok with you I'm going to be a little rougher to sort them out."

She looked at him, a little nervous, but seeing his beautiful smile, "Ok, I'm not used to this, you know best." She watched as he rolled the towel down, scared how far he would go and relieved when he stopped at the top of her breasts. 

He then went back to his table picking up a small towel before returning and putting it over her head rolling it down over her face as far as her nose, her eyes covered. She looked at him with a scary look on her face but he smiled again, "This is just a cold towel that helps you relax, makes it easier for me to work on your knots."

Thinking it strange but assuming it was the usual practice she tried to relax. He then started massaging her neck and shoulder. He worked his fingers firmly into her, moving gradually downwards, at the same time managing to lower the towel further down her tits. He watched her tits ease up and down gently as she breathed in her relaxed state. When his fingers reached the top of her tits she tensed again but he told her to relax as he massaged to about two inches down into her cleavage, the towel now down to her large erect nipples.

She was really enjoying his firm touch on her body and she had not realised that the towel had dropped from its original position. When she felt him touch her breasts it sent an electric shock through her but she was enjoying it too much to stop him. She was surprised that he had touched her cleavage and was wondering just how far down he would go. She was almost disappointed when he stopped and she felt him move.

"Ok, I'm going to do your legs now. Again I am going to be more firm than on the back."

She felt him roll the towel up her legs, once again wondering how far up he had gone. She thought she could feel the towel on her thighs so she was happy that her panties would not be on display to him. He started on her lower legs working his way up to her knee with firm hands, easing her legs apart as he worked. He did both lower legs before turning his attention to her upper thighs, enjoying the clear view of her hairy pussy, her panties fully on display to him and to James, watching intently in his office.

As he touched her right thigh she tensed once again but he patted her on the thigh, telling her it was almost over, that she should relax and get the maximum benefit. He slowly massaged her thighs up and down firmly gradually moving his stroke inwards to her inner thigh, slowly easing his fingers higher each time. Unconsciously she began to spread her legs wider, exposing her pussy through her panties clearly to him. As his fingers stoked her higher she realised that he seemed very high up her thigh. She felt his palms stroke her upwards then downwards, each time thinking that he was going to touch her panties if he wasn't careful. She found herself stunned when she realised that she wanted him to go that far. When on the next stroke she felt his fingers touch the edge of her panties she tensed but tried to relax as she didn't want him to stop. 

Of course he noted this. He had much experience of massaging women, making them feel good. James had instructed him to test her but not to go too far. He could not help notice the wider stance of her legs and he knew from her reactions that he wanted him to carry on. 

For the next couple of strokes he did not touch her panties again and she found herself disappointed, thinking he had done do by accident the one time. On the next movement upwards however his fingers not alone touched her panties but firmly pushed into her hairy pussy against her lips. She jumped up, at the feeling that went through her making the towel falling off her completely. She panicked, throwing the towel off her head, looking down to see Bryan looking at her, her huge breasts and body only dressed in panties open to him. 

"Oh I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to touch you there," as he slowly picked up the towel and covered her, "my fingers slipped, please don't tell anyone."

She looked at him. He looked very apologetic and embarrassed. She felt guilty for reacting so badly to an obvious mistake, "That's ok, I won't say a thing."

"Thanks so much, we'll leave it there so. I will leave you to get dressed."

She watched him gather up his oils and picking up his phone, he left. She lay on the bed thinking about his touch. She had loved the feeling of his hands on her body and was shocked and guilty knowing that she had wanted him to touch her more. She could not believe how much she had wanted it. She put her hands into her panties feeling herself very wet. She could not remember the last time she had felt this way; in fact she was not sure she had ever felt so wanting. Realising where her hand was she pulled it out quickly, feeling guilty at the thoughts in her head.

A knock on the door brought her back to her senses. Emily put her head around the door, telling her it was time for their hair and makeup to be done. Emily noticed the look in her face and the bra on the ground. She had seen Bryan leave the room and was well aware of how well he could make a woman feel. She wondered how far he had gone with Lydia.

The final part of her pampering day was next. Each of the ladies showered in an open shower area. Lydia was embarrassed being naked in front of the other women. She could not help not notice that two of them, Emily and Mary, had only a small strip of pussy hair and to her amazement the others, Anna and Gemma, had none. She found it hard not to stare at their bare pussies. She also noted that the others had a good look at her body. After the shower she followed the others example, putting only her gown and slippers on. 




Mature Woman New Job for Family Ch. 04



They then proceeded to the beauty room where each was attended by a personal hairdresser and make up girl. Lydia had not had her hair done differently in over ten years, having gone to the same hairdresser every couple of months. The girl told her what she thought would suit Lydia and they agreed with the plan. Once finished she was stunned at the result. Her black hair was slightly shorter but the girl had thinned it out a bit and shaped it beautifully, showing more of her face than before. The make-up girl then talked her through all the products that she was going to use, advising her as to what was best for her skin. She was pleased when the girl told her how good her skin was for her age; in fact the girl had been surprised she was that old. Lydia was not a woman who used a lot of make-up and was surprised at how much she enjoyed the attention being lavished on her. 

Like her hair the result stunned her. When she looked in the mirror she could not almost recognise her face, thinking she looked more than ten years younger. Her complexion looked very healthy and radiant, very glamourous. She loved the way her blue eyes looked raised from the work the girl had done on her eyelashes and eye area. 

She thought the lipstick was a little bit too red for her liking but all in all she was absolutely delighted with the result and thanked the girls. She was even more delighted when the girls gave her supplies of all the items they had used and their phone numbers for any advice she might ever need.

As they left she looked at the other women and she saw that all of them were delighted with their results, all complementing each other. 

Emily came over to her, "Lydia, you look amazing, that's some transformation. You look so much younger."

She smiled at her, beaming, delighted with her words, "Emily, so do you, I have to say today has been wonderful, far beyond anything I expected."

"Well Lydia, James had pushed the boat out a little more this year, we always have a great day but he has outdone himself this year."

"He's probably wants to do this for your last year."

Emily smiled at her. She knew that this was all part of his game to impress Lydia, "Yeah, that's probably it," looking up at the clock on the wall seeing it was 7.45 p.m., "We better go get dressed. Dinner is only 45 minutes away. They have put your clothes in my suite so you can get dressed there. Follow me."

On entering Lydia stood there transfixed, stunned at the size of the two bedrooms and the lounge area. Emily smiled, "yeah it is big, isn't it?"

"It's huge, a family could live here."

Laughing Emily pointed her to the smaller bedroom, saying her clothes were in there. Lydia walked in there thinking if this was the smaller bedroom what was Emily's like. This room was far bigger than her bedroom at home, a large bed, large bathroom, couch and make up area. 

She went to the wardrobe, taking out her clothes, seeing that her dress had been hung up for her. She looked in the mirror still stunned at her image, loving the new look. For the first time in years she thought she looked very sexy and she wished that William was here to see her. She was also still conscious of her earlier feelings during the massage and that surprised her as it had been a long time since she had felt anything sexual. Liking that feeling she decided that she would wear her new items. She rolled her stockings up her super smooth legs, loving the feel of them. Smiling as she remembered her previous mistake she next put on her new suspenders clasping them to the stockings.

As she looked at herself she now hated her hairy pussy, recalling how much neater Emily and the others had looked earlier. She wasn't sure she would like a totally bare pussy but the small strip looked very good to her. She blushed as she realised she was thinking about other women's pussies. Never before had she looked at other women even in a curious way but it was had been hard for her not to admire the bodies on her fellow secretaries.

Next she put on the new white skimpy thong, making her hairy pussy seem even more out of place. She felt the string tight in her ass making her wonder if perhaps she should just simply wear her more comfortable bikini panties. She turned to try and see her ass in the mirror. William had always told her that, in addition to her fabulous puppies, as he called her breasts, she had a great tight looking ass. Looking in the mirror she was pleased at how firm it looked. She decided to go with the bikini panties, putting them on, then her new push up bra.

She got her dress from the wardrobe, pulling it over her head, and completed the look with the five inch red heels. She looked at the final result in the full length mirror. She was amazed at how good, how sexy she looked. Never before had she ever thought she looked this good. She saw how the bra made her breasts appear very firm, her cleavage very much on display. She still hated how big they looked but was pleased at least that they looked firm. Looking down she could see her panty line through the light material dress. This would never have bothered her in the past but for some reason it annoyed her now. She lowered her panties replacing them with the thong. Looking again she could not see any line so she decided to go with the thong after all. After one final look she left the bedroom and entered the suite lounge. 

Shortly after Emily came out of her room, looking beautiful and sexy.

"Emily, you look great," admiring her light blue dress which fell to her ankles.

Emily looked ay Lydia, stunned at the transformation of the simple housewife. She could now see what James had seen in her. Her body looked amazing in her red dress, her legs looked so long in the stockings and heels, her tits looked so inviting.

"Lydia, I hope you know how great you look."

"Thanks, I have to say I like the look."

They smiled at each other before getting their bags and leaving the room. Like the rest of the day Emily led the way, to a private dining room where they were to eat. They were the last to arrive. As they walked into the room everyone stared at them. James Senior walked immediately to Emily, kissing her on the cheek and telling how good she looked. All of the others were staring at Lydia. 

James approached her, taking her hand and kissing it, "Lyds, you look absolutely stunning," handing her a glass of Moet Chandon Champagne.

She blushed as she thanked him, seeing how his eyes could not leave her body. She looked around to see that all the women looked very sexy and all the men very handsome in their dress suits. She had not expected the men to be so formally dressed and she had to admit they looked very well, in particular James. She noted how all of the secretaries were chatting with their own boss, almost as if they were five couples dining together.

James had been looking forward to seeing her all day. He had really enjoyed watching her massage earlier in the day. Emily had sent him the picture of her in the red dress earlier in the week after which he had arranged for the gifts to be sent to her. Looking at her now he could see she was wearing the stockings and the bra. He wondered if she had also worn the thong and whether he would have an opportunity to find out later. At this stage he wasn't sure how far he wanted to push her tonight. 

"I love your new hairstyle, it really suits you, makes your pretty face stand out more."

"Thanks, I love it. I haven't had a different style for years."

"I hope you enjoyed your day so far."

"Boss, it was amazing, everything was so great. You are so kind."

"Lyds, tonight please call me James, this is your night, you and the other girls. Tell me what you liked most."

"Everything was good, I'm not sure I have a favourite."

"Not the facial, beauty, massage?"

She blushed at the thought of the massage and that amused him. 

"Everything was good," trying to finish the discussion.

"Let's go join the others," taking her arm and walking her towards the other side of the room where all of the others were chatting. All of the men told her how good she looked, each of them unable to avoid staring at her breasts. The girls also told her and she returned the compliment to them. Mary wore a full length black dress. Anna and Gemma both wore dresses shorter than Lydia and she found herself wondering if they too wore stockings. All the women had cleavage on show though none as on prominent as hers.

The women told the men about their day as Lydia noticed how comfortable all of the secretaries were with their colleagues and the men. In particular she noted how much attention James' father paid to Emily and she to him in return. She had seen this as well on the day that Emily had retired but looking at them now she wondered if there was more between them than just boss and secretary. They appeared to her as comfortable in each other's company as if a married couple. She also noted some tender touches between Alan and Anna, the youngest two people there, both unmarried.

James greeted a man who entered the room with cameras on his shoulder. Turning to the group he told them that he had arranged for some photos to be taken for Emily's last dinner. The photographer took some pictures of each "couple" first. Lydia was positioned sitting on the arm of the couch with James standing behind her. She was asked to cross her legs for the picture, giving her legs a great look. James put his hand on her shoulder as the photos were taken. She was surprised at these been taken but said nothing. Then a group picture was taken and the photographer left.

A bell alerted everyone that dinner was to be served. The women were instructed where to sit at the round table. Lydia sat between the two James, Emily next to her old boss. On the other side of James sat Anna then Alan. On the other side of Emily were Tony, Mary, Jim and Gemma.

They started with a light fish dish, followed by a bisque soup. Both dishes were new to Lydia as to some of the others. A Sauvignon Blanc wine was served with these courses. The chat was very friendly and humorous, with James Snr regaling everyone with some stories from the earlier company days. Lydia relaxed more as the evening proceeded, probably helped by the wine. She was not a big drinker and William had always joked with her in the past how little she could handle. She could not miss that fact that both of the James could not resist glances at her tits and legs. Strangely she liked it.

A refreshing lemon sorbet was served next which cleansed everyone's palate before the main course of wagyu beef, served with a parmesan mash and fresh vegetables. Lydia was a big steak fan but this was by far the best meat she had even tasted, savouring every piece. A glorious Cabernet Sauvignon accompanied the meat.

Everyone was complimenting the menu chosen by James personally. It was obvious to all that he was very knowledgeable about food and wine and he enjoyed talking about it. This was a surprise to Lydia. She would not have thought that he would have such intense interest in such a subject. 

After a comfort break of ten minutes, dessert was served. This comprised a baileys Irish cheesecake which was delightfully light in taste, accompanied by a Pinot Noir wine.

Once she finished her dessert she and Emily went to the ladies restroom. All of the men watched them leave the room with admiring looks. As they washed in the restroom she turned to Emily.

"Emily, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Go ahead Lydia."

"I'm not sure how to put this, are you and James Snr more than boss and secretary?"

Smiling at her, "Why do you ask?"

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, It's just you look so close."

"Don't be sorry, we are very close, have always been."

Not wanting to appear more inquisitive she smiled at Emily, not really knowing what she was saying. They returned to the table, she was very conscious of James staring at her every step of the way. She was also aware that she felt a little tipsy and told herself to take it easy on the drink for the rest of the evening, just as she saw the waiter refill her glass.

As she sat down, he faced her, whispering, "Lyds, I can't get over how good you look, you look radiant."

She looked at the table, not able to look him in the face, "Thanks James, but all the women look great tonight, it's amazing what a bit of pampering and beauty treatment can do for a woman."

"Lyds, beauty treatments only improve where there is natural beauty," squeezing her on the knee, loving the feel of the stockings on her legs.

She looked at him, but he was now chatting with Anna. She wondered if perhaps he was saying the same to her. She was confused with her thoughts. Was he coming onto her? Was he just complimenting her? Was he interested in her? Was that possible? What did she want if he did? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by the waiter telling them that drinks were now to be served in the private lounge next door. James stood behind her, pulling her chair back, then taking her by the arm and leading her to the lounge. The room had five double sofa seats set up in a circular formation, low tables in front of each. A three man band played music in the corner and in front of them was a small dance floor. 

As soon as they were seated two waiters took their orders. Lydia chose to remain with wine, James chose whisky, the others various drinks. Seated on the low sofa seat she was conscious that her dress had raised a number of inches. She was worried that the top of her stockings would be visible if she did not keep her legs crossed. She looked at her watch surprised that it was after 11.00 p.m. 

She watched as Emily and her James started dancing an old waltz, in perfect unison together. They were joined on the dancefloor by Tony and Mary. James watched his father and his lover, delighted that they had agreed to come to the evening. He knew that they would spend the night together in Emily's room, as they had for many years after this annual event.

Lydia observed James watching his father, "They seem very close."

He looked at her and smiled, "They always have been good for each other."

Once again she was less than certain as to the meaning of his reply. He and Emily seemed to be very adept at answering her questions without telling her exactly if there was anything special between Emily and his father. She was alarmed by what he said next.

"Maybe we'll be as close some day."

"I'm not sure I'll be working for you as long as Emily was there."

"Well then let's hope it won't take long."

Looking at him she wasn't sure what he was saying and was too scared to ask so she just smiled at him. She noted that at this stage they were the only two seated, all the others dancing. 

He turned towards her, sitting closer, "Can I ask you a question Lyds?"

She nervously looked at him, "Of course."

"Are you wearing all the gift you got this week?"

She stared at him, stunned at his question, "what do you mean, how could you know?"

He laughed, "Who did you think bought them?"

"Emily did."

"No, she didn't, are you going to answer me?"

"James, what are you doing, you can't be buying me such things."

"Why not, I'm sure you look wonderful in them, tell me."

"No, this is not right."

"I can see you wore the stockings and the bra, guess I'll have to find out about the rest."

She stared at him as he put his hand on her knees. She looked around to see if anyone could see but they were all dancing. He saw that her concern was been seen rather than his hand on her knee so he left it there, lightly squeezing it. She looked down at his hand, liking it there but feeling guilty about it. When the music stopped he withdrew his hand before the others resumed their seats, to her relief. 

When the band started playing again it was a slow number. James stood up, putting his hand out to her. She stood, taking his hand as he escorted her to the dance floor. All of the others had sat down and were chatting and drinking. He took her in his arms, pulled her towards him and started dancing slowly to the music. 

As they danced he felt her tits against his chest and he loved the firm feeling of them. She also felt them press against him and she looked over at the others to see if anyone was watching them. None were.

His hands were on her back, gently rubbing his fingers up and down gently as they danced. They danced for one song and remained in each other's arms as the band started another number. He leant towards her, "Are you going to tell me or do I have to find out myself?"

"Please stop James, the others will see."

This statement pleased him greatly if that was her only concern. He slid his hands further down her back, making slow circular motions. He pulled on her bra strip just a little which made her jump back but he held her tight preventing her getting away from him. She could see that he was dancing in a way so that his back was to the others and only the band behind her could see what he was doing. As she struggled mildly in his arms his hands slowly wandered further down, all the time gently rubbing her.

When he reached her suspender belt, he smiled at her before putting his finger under it, through the dress, and snapping it back against her skin.

"So you are wearing the suspender belt, I so want to see it."

"No way James, please stop now before you go too far."

"You don't really want me to Lyds, do you?" staring into her eyes, his fingers again under the belt.

"It's wrong."

"Nothing that feels good is wrong."

"This is, please James," but her lack of resistance told a different story.

His hands left the belt and wandered lower until he felt the rim of her thong. He felt for the string, pulling it with his fingers, pulling it tightly into her ass and pussy. 

"So you are wearing my present in full."

"Stop"

As she was speaking the words her thoughts were completely the opposite. As soon as they had started dancing she loved the feeling of being tight against his manly chest, his hands on her back. When they were seated and he asked her if she was wearing the thong her first thought was that she would like to show him but she knew that was so wrong. As his hands found her bra, belt and then thong she found herself getting moist again, a completely new feeling for her with a man other than William and even that was many years previous. 

She felt his hand grasp her ass and pinch and stroke it and she moaned a little into his chest. She was keeping an eye on the others to make sure no one else came onto the dance floor or could see what he was doing. She did not look behind her, forgetting that the band had a direct view of what he was up to. 

He had a direct view of the band. Of course he knew them well and had booked them, giving them instructions for the evening. He had told them to play some slow numbers and to keep it going until he gave them a signal. He had also instructed the other managers to leave them alone on the dance floor. As the band watched, smiling at him, he placed his hands on her dress, pulling it slowly upwards, gradually exposing her stockings and then ass in the thong to them. He continued their slow swaying dance for a few minutes, her bare ass visible to the band members. She did not see one of them taking some pictures.

He was continually whispering in her ears, telling her how good and sexy she looked tonight. When she looked up at him he leant down and kissed her cleavage, making her tingle all over. She was feeling sexy, loving the tightness of their dance, feeling her nipples grow erect. She could not understand why none of the others had joined them on the dance floor but she was glad of it.

It was only when he placed his hand on her bare ass that she realised what he had done to her dress and she tried to separate from him. Holding her tight he prevented her getting away from him, whispering into her ear.




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"Lyds, relax, enjoy the dance, I just want to feel your glorious ass," as he stroked it and played with the string, making her moan into his chest so as not to alert the others. 

After a few minutes in this position the music stopped on his signal to the band. He released her, letting her dress drop. It was only when she turned and saw the three band members smiling at her that she realised that they had seen everything. She turned to him.

"How could you do that to me, they saw it all."

"They won't say anything. I'm sure they loved the look of your tight ass and your long legs."

She looked over at them again to see them still smiling. Attempting a smile at them she walked back to her seat and immediately took a large sip of wine. She noticed that the others were looking at her strangely, looking at her breasts. She looked down horrified to see that the shape of her erect nipples was clearly visible through her dress. She rushed to the ladies restroom. There, she tried to get her nipples to lose their erectness by pushing them inwards but it didn't work. She could feel that she was very wet and that her nipples were super sensitive to her touch. She turned when she saw Emily enter.

"Are you ok Lydia?"

"I'm fine," although it was obvious that was not true.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing"

"Lydia, you can tell me, what happened?"

"James started touching me on the dancefloor."

"Did you not like it?"

She looked at Emily, stunned at her question.

"It doesn't matter whether I did or not, it's not right."

"James is just a man. You look hot tonight. I'm not surprised he tried something."

"Emily, I'm nearly as old as his mother and I'm married."

She laughed, "You look nothing like his mother, and even married people have fun."

"What are you saying? That I should let him touch me"

"Lydia, that's your decision only, but he is kind of hot, do you not think?"

"That doesn't matter, I'm a married woman."

"Ok, I guess that's your decision then, just tell him to stop," as she left the restroom.

She stared into the mirror, totally confused. She had wanted him to touch her but her guilt was overpowering her. She felt and looked sexy tonight and she guessed that was impacting on her emotions. She knew that she could not do anything with James, no matter how much she might think she wanted it. She would have to go home soon so as to prevent anything happening where they might go too far. With that decision she re-joined the others.

He asked her if she was ok and she responded that she was.

"Lyds, I'm sorry if I upset you but you must realise how hot you look, how desirable you are."

"James, you can't say you're sorry and then start again, please no more."

He smiled at her, "Relax, have another drink. I'll try to behave if that is really what you want."

"I'm a married woman but then again that means nothing to you."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Stella."

He looked strangely at her, "Stella? She's not married, why would you think that?"

She was sorry for saying anything, assuming now he was lying to her, "Forget it, I'm obviously mistaken."

"Tell me, why did you think that?" his tone now more commanding.

"I heard you and Tony talking about your night with her."

He laughed, "Lyds, have you been spying on me, I wasn't talking about Stella. That was some other woman."

She looked at him, stunned. Did he meet both of them last weekend? Was there no end to his womanising? 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to listen, I was just passing and your door was open."

"How much did you hear?"

"Very little, just that she was married."

He smiled, remembering the conversation that he had had with Tony, how much he had told him about his night with the married slut. He wondered how much she had really heard, "That was only a one off meeting. In fact if I am being honest I was very horny after seeing your pictures and she was just there."

"Please stop James, this is going too far."

He poured her another glass of wine which she took a sip of quickly. Looking at her watch she saw that it was 1.00 a.m., "Can I get a taxi now?"

"Are you sure you don't want to stay over," staring into her eyes.

She looked away, unsure for a moment, "Please James, I have to go home. Don't make this hard for me."

He could see in her expression that part of her wanted to stay but that she was feeling guilty about her feelings. He knew that, if he pushed her, he could get her to stay and that thought excited him greatly. He looked at her inviting tits, trying to escape from her dress, her fabulous legs in the sexy stockings. He knew how much he wanted to take off her dress, to see her in those skimpy panties. She was a little drunk and he knew she was there for the taking. He could see in her eyes the confused thoughts. He could not believe the decision he reached.

"Finish your drink and I'll get a car to bring you home."

She looked at him, a sense of relief but also disappointment in her expression, "Thanks James."

She looked at the others. Emily and his father were getting up to leave. They said good night to everyone as they walked off together in the direction of the hotel rooms. Alan and Anna were kissing on their sofa seat while the others sat and drank. She wondered just who would link up tonight. James touched her on the knee to tell her the car was ready.

He walked her to the car, arm in arm. "You really did look very hot tonight. I hope you realise how much I wanted you tonight. But as you said, you're a married woman and it wouldn't be right."

She looked at him with pleading in her eyes, "James, if I wasn't married..."

He smiled at her and stopped her, "Lyds, don't say anymore that will make you feel worse," as they reached the door which was opened by the butler. 

As James opened the car door for her she turned to him and gave him a tight hug. Looking up at him, "Thanks for a great day, I'm sorry I can't give you what you want," kissing him fully on the mouth, before pulling away from him and jumping into the car.

"Good night sexy lady, I'll see you on Monday."

"Good night Boss," and he closed the door.

He watched as the car drove away. He was very frustrated and horny but confident that he had made the right decision to allow her to go home. He knew that he could have had her as he wished tonight but he wanted it to be her decision when it did happen as he was sure it would. He went back to the others in the lounge. Tony, Mary and Jim were about to leave, none of them staying as all had family plans for the following day. 

As Gemma got up to go to her room James asked her to stay for another drink. Gemma, the 30 year old secretary to Jim, was not as sexy looking as Lydia but he was sure she could satisfy his lust for that night. He knew from past experience that she could be a bit of a slut when drunk, which she now was.

"Show me your panties."

She smiled at him, pulling her dress up, showing him very skimpy black undies.

"Take them off."

Without even looking to see if anyone was watching, she took them off, exposing her bare pussy to him.

"Ok slut, let's go," walking away and she followed.

In the car all the way home Lydia was exhausted from the day and evening. She could not believe the feelings going through her head. She knew that, if he has asked more firmly, she would have stayed. She also knew that they would have gone too far and she was relieved that he had seen sense. She still wondered whether he was playing games with her but she thought this was not the case having seen the lust in his eyes. 

She could not believe that she could have such an impact on a young man and that pleased and excited her. She was glad to be going home although being aware of a sense of frustration that she had not experienced for a very long time, if in fact ever.

She thought about James, how great his body felt against hers, how young and manly he was. These feelings would have to stop now. She had to stop herself thinking that anything could ever happen. She realised that they both had a lucky escape tonight. 

However, she was already looking forward to seeing him on Monday...