0 comments/ 8131 views/ 2 favorites Maturing By: egmontgrigor2010 CHAPTER 1 Constantly tired and missing out on dates because he was finishing off an online degree in management at nights and at weekends, and working long days as a personal assistant to Mrs Roberts in an insurance company, Harry Watts spent a lot of time at work thinking about the sex he was missing because he wasn't dating. Harry thought about having sex with blondes and brunettes of all shapes and sizes, er size of breasts, and even getting off stabbing into a soaking wet pillow. He also dreamt about seeking to have sex and once horrified himself frustratingly chasing a 4 ft bimbo he couldn't catch. Then even more horrifying, he imagined getting off with the 180-pound 5 ft 6 in Mrs Roberts who was almost sixty. The manager of HR called Harry to come to her office immediately. "Right but I need to clear this with Mrs Roberts." "It was Mrs Roberts who asked me to talk to you." "Oh." Sarah the HR manager had recently married and Harry imagined her pussy would currently be looking a little ragged. Twenty minutes later Harry was out on the sidewalk unemployed having pocketed a nice severance check. Sarah had spent five minutes listing his shortcomings as a PA, the worst offence apparently being he was a persistent daydreamer. That sounded like a trumped up allegation to Harry who thought what they had seen were the effects of educational fatigue. For fuck sake, the company claimed to be supportive of its employers advancing themselves academically. Sarah spent another five minutes getting him to sign his resignation that he'd never thought of handing to her but now that severance check made him think he was on to a good deal. She also lectured him about what he needed to do to improve as a hot prospect for employment. "You must accept that you are hired to work and that means working hard. You must stop looking carnally at women, especially at breasts. You are rated as second worst out of 110 males on our payroll at looking nakedly at any women's breasts." That was news to Harry. He wondered how that survey was carried out and how cases of women with flat chests were even aware an eyes-on-breasts problem existed. Sarah spent the final five minutes looking for Harry's termination check that she'd misplaced. Her tits bounced around while she fussed looked and that kept Harry entertained. Back in his seedy room in a rooming house, two walls covered by pictures ripped from adult magazines of nude women, Harry emailed his online education provider to list as an upcoming graduate for a position in management, any position. Usually Harry slept most of Saturdays but now he committed to working ten hours a day, seven days a week to complete his degree before landing a new job to avoid having to return home to his parents as a failure, just as they had predicted he would. After sitting his final exam, Harry received an emailed instruction from his education provider to go to Legs R Better In Stockings International to be interviewed by Miss Jess Jenkins. "God what a name and the name of the company isn't much better," Harry moaned, but he turned up on time for the interview and wearing his only suit. He was surprised to find the company occupied two floors of the prestigious Fletcher Building. He'd assumed the address would turn out to be a derelict back street warehouse. But that wasn't all. Jess didn't turn out to be a thin-lipped, straight-hair and fat butt female. Jess had more curves that a train track through the Rockies, lips that were screaming silently to be kissed and beautifully shaped breasts that anorexic models would dream of growing once they were retired and resumed eating. He had curly blond hair. Jess had curly blonde hair and that's about where the similarities stopped except she was about his age, twenty-six and three months. Harry stopped looking at her tits and looked up to find her glaring at him. "Well?" "Classics. I say no more." She almost smiled, apparently having expected an apology instead of a huge compliment. "The college sent a full profile on you. We are not looking for a hotshot management recruit because they won't stay for long. The personal report on you appears honest, calling you reasonably competent, prepared to work the hours and academically being about midstream. I suspected your reference from your last employer was a little over the top but Mrs Sarah Cummings stood by it, saying you had worked in four departments in seven months gaining a wealth of experience and you were PA to a director Mrs Roberts." Jess frowned. "I checked with Mrs Roberts and she had difficulty remembering who you were but then said you were a deep thinker and the only disappointment for her was you'd resigned rather than continued on to become her replacement as director of personal accident claims and that she missed having someone who, well this is a little embarrassing, someone who looked admiringly at her breasts." "Yes that's Mrs Roberts, easy to work for and as solid as a rock... and great breasts." "I see. Well they were quite remarkable references. I suspect those two women were intent on assisting to ease you into new employment to passively induce you not to claim unjustified dismissal against the company for firing you?" "Oh no, I resigned to complete my degree. I have a copy of its somewhere here." "No it's okay. Is that the only reason why you resigned?" "Absolutely. I was highly respected at that office and very popular." "I see. Where did you find that suit? I want you to be well-dressed if you come to work for me." "It was my older brother's suit. He gave it to me after he fell into a river wearing it when weaving his way home drunk." "Well your courage in saying that tells me your are honest. You are hired Harry. My father owns and operates this company. Our sales are currently $4.3 million and he wants to double that figure. You will manage the promotions department and will report directly to me. I know you have no experience in promotions although being an adult male you will have had experience with stockings and tights. The five people in that department, all females, are well educated and competent but need a male manager because they giggle and day-dream rather too much." "Oh I see. Day-dreaming is anti-productive according to what I've been told." "That's for sure Harry. Your starting salary will be $55,000 and if you wish I will advance you two grand to buy decent clothes although you are not required to work in a suit but must almost have a jacket handy as we have VIPs visit and you'll sometimes will be delegated to take them to lunch on your company Gold Card." "Um you mean the boring clients?" She smiled and said how astute. "Um does a company car go with the job?" "Harry you are only the manager of fucking promotions." "Oh yes. My ambition is getting ahead of me." "Report to me at 8:30 in the morning Harry and I'll introduce you to your team. I'll get the cash for you now and then go out shopping. If I introduce you looking like you do now my people will consider me demented." "Thanks Miss Jenkins." He smiled and she said to call her Jess. "Oh Harry, you may look at my breasts, legs and butt as much as you wish but please don't talk to me about my body parts." "Right Jess." "Would you like me to take you to dinner tomorrow night to review your first day here?" "Yes thank you. That is very lovely of you." "Aren't you going to say you'll pay?" "No because that would devalue your offer." Jess smiled and appeared to grope for a reply. She said that was an excellent reply and she was most impressed. Harry was walking out of the building thinking about fucking Jess in twenty-seven ways, or how many ways he was capable of performing, when he threw his hand up in time to stop smashing his face into the glass panel beside the doorway. "Oh day-dreaming?" said an elderly woman, smiling at him, making Harry feel like a little boy. Either that or he was an idiot. He went shopping thinking of ways to get into Jess's panties, being careful not to walk into hard objects or to jay walk when crossing the street. Harry failed to mastermind the best way to seduce Jess but went home in a cab with a light suit and a dark one, new shoes and shirts and snappy pants and two great jackets, all purchased at sales but he was satisfied all purchases remained fashionable. Inside his room when looking himself in the small mirror wearing his new dark suit, Harry thought he wouldn't move into an apartment. Before too long Jess would be inviting him to move in with her. "Oh yeah?" He went out and got his hair styled, something he'd never done before and when told the price he knew why. Jesus. * * * Next morning Harry went to work in a perfectly cut dark brown jacket, open-neck white patterned business shirt but with a tie in his inside pocket, fawn pants, darker brown socks and darker brown brogues. Women kept looking at him and so he wiped his mouth at least three times and checked his zip six times but still they looked. He was too embarrassed by that attention to look at their breasts. Jess saw him arriving and came out of his office and gasped, "Omigod, is that you Harry?" He brushed at his mouth and checked his zip and said, "Yes and hi Jess. You are looking beautiful this morning." To his astonishment she blushed and touched her suit and said, "This old thing?" They went into the promotions department and the five women glanced at his face, glanced at his clothing, stared at his groin and day dreamed. Harry wondered what the hell was he doing there. This was so crazy. After the introductions Jess took him throughout the entire establishment, ending up introducing him to her good-looking father. Geoffrey glanced and Harry's clothes, avoided looking at his groin and studied his face before saying, "Welcome to the team Harry. You look as if you'll fit in well here. Do you know what we are about?" "All kinds of leg wear but particularly stockings and the mission is to boost sales at whatever means are at our disposal." "Good man. My daughter has briefed you well," Geoffrey said, glancing at his daughter who was looking opened-mouth at Harry. As they walked away she said, "How did you know to say all of that to dad?" "It's my job to be able to interface like that." "Omigod." "Don't be too hasty to regard me as the silver bullet Jess. It's early days yet." Harry met Jess at the restaurant for dinner. She was friendly and attentive and gave him no encouragement. Harry got the message and allowed his erection to subside. At the end of the meal Jess paid and as they walked out she said, "Well congratulations Harry, I agree your first day went quite. Well goodnight." She kissed him and entered a waiting cab and was off with a wave. The next morning Harry learned more about what his team's responsibilities were and what the team did and drew up a basic plan of his team's work roles on his computer to remind him what everyone did. He called each person to sit with him one by one to detail their work of the past month and was as complimentary as he could within reason, aware that Jess had been so supportive and complimentary to him the previous day because she wished to motivate him. She appeared not interested in him as a potential seducer. At that conclusion he bit his lip and then saw just where her center of romantic attraction was. A guy with obviously colored blond hair and huge shoulder pads entered the main office and went straight into Jess's office. Looking across 30 feet Harry saw the guy kiss Jess and grab a handful of her ass and then he kicked the door shut. Harry was deeply miffed and he though how stupid; he should have know a good looker like Jess would not be without a guy ready to slobber heavily over her. He felt sad for his dick because it really was overdue for its alternative use. That afternoon he held a team meeting and asked how the company's mission of doubling present income could be achieved. The women looked at him without answering, looking dumbly he thought. "It's easy," he said. "We have to help the company to more than double it income streams." They looked at if he were loco. "Do you all agree with that?" he asked, and they either muttered yes or looked at him blankly. "Liz, Charlotte, Megan, Natalie and Taylor. I'm sorry but I find your responses pathetic. You all appear fragmented and are not thinking like a motivated team and that's absolutely essential for a promotions department to be effective. My job is to lead you into producing top results and that's what I must do and am being paid to do that, just as you guys must remain aware you are being paid to perform. Any questions?" There were none and Harry pulled his ear. "Right we'll try this. I want you all to go outside, cross the street and cross safely, and look up at these two floors and think to yourself or aloud, "That's where I work and I am proud of my work and proud to be working as part of a team that can only become better'. And then I want you to cross the street safely and enter the foyer of our offices and then say to yourself do you wish to return to your desk and work your butt off creatively and effectively or, alternatively, you might consider saying to you're going to the office manager to request a termination of employment form." "It's your choice which option you to take. My desire is for you all to return and be committed. Any questions or comment?" Megan said what they were being asked to do was humiliating and Harry said yes it was. He'd once been without work and had found that devastating and that was far worse than being humiliated. Liz asked did Miss Jenkins know about this unusual management request. Harry said no but she was free to go to Miss Jenkins and make her case but she'd have to be prepared to face any consequences that might arise from that. "Such as?" "Humiliation is one possibility. Alternatively Miss Jenkins may express sympathy to you and reprimand me." Taylor said she thought his request was reasonable, quite enterprising in fact. "I'm off to do it but won't remember exactly to say what you asked us to say." "That's fine. Just say roughly what I said. I suppose this is an exercise in psychology more than anything else. I'm not aiming to see any of you resign." Taylor left the office and thirty seconds later Charlotte went after her. Harry waited quietly and then began to see the movement of body language. And then without a word or as far as he could see any gesture or exchange of expression, Natalie stood and the other two then stood and followed her out. Harry went off for a nervous pee and on his return saw Jess's office door was open and that pleased him. At least her blond would not have had time to plow her leisurely if indeed they'd done that. The women arrived back. Comments included, "That was fun Harry, I feel better about myself" and "That was a real exorcism Harry, clever boy." He grinned and said he wanted to continue the meeting. "Charlotte is our artist/designer and you Liz are the acknowledge wordsmith. So think now, which of you is the most creative person?" Three of them chorused "Natalie" so that settled that. "Who of you best understands the legwear market?" No one answered until Megan said she'd worked in legwear the longest and Miss Jenkins had occasionally taken her to legware shows and so she'd put her hand up as having the best market knowledge. Harry said right, that left Taylor with responsibility for research and information. He'd noted down those specialist areas against each name and now read them out. "Well whatever you work on those are your individual areas of responsibility and if you are not happy about that selection then talk to me about it when we are finished here. What this means is we are splitting collective responsibility that has prevailed in this office to include individual responsibly in the hope that you all will seize the mantle, so to speak, and really switch on to your specialist responsibility in the hope that will encourage better thinking including thinking outside the box." "Well that's it for now. You have advertisements and articles to get away but make sure I sign off everything. Thanks for your cooperation during the past hour. It really warmed my heart to register that response. I believe we now really have something going here." The women either smiled or called thanks and returned to their work. Harry had just finished emailing everyone a list of those agreed areas of specialist responsibility when he said yes Natalie? "Have you eyes in the back of your head?" "No I recognized your perfume. You are the only one in this office wearing that perfume." "What is it?" Harry turned to her and grinned. "I have no idea." "My two roommates are out tonight. Want to pop around for a meal and to socialize in better comfort than a room? I saw your address on your CV on our website and recognized that as the address of a rooming house. We live nearby." "Well okay but this won't get you any favoritism." "Who needs favoritism?" "Great answer. Yes I accept your kind offer of hospitality with thanks." * * * It was late summer and Harry fell into pants and a shirt and carried a sweater. The address was certainly close by and Natalie opened the door smiling and wearing just shorts and a tight top that indicated her small breasts were firm and not in a bra. "Hi," she said, kissing him and smelling of chocolate. She then popped a chocolate into his month and said it had a nut center and so wouldn't be too sweet for him. She took the bottle of red wine and looked at the label and went, "Oooh." "Do you actually recognize the label?" "No," she said. "You do know I'm your creative person. He grinned and she took his arm. "I only have small breasts. Is that a disappointment?" "No should it be?" She laughed and said she supposed no if he were only there for dinner. "Is there something else on the menu?" "Would you like sex now or a drink first?" "Um Natalie?" "Harry I promise you on my grandmother's grave people might find out you had dinner here but no one will ever know from me we had sex." "Okay I was hoping you'd asked me here with sex in mind but I wasn't sure how to handle it. I'm inexperienced as a manager." "I know and you have my promise. Harry if you wish to excel in management and be successful with women, learn the skill of undetected deception. Ready to pump into me?" "Thanks Natalie. I'm hanging out for it. I can drink any old time." Natalie was twenty-seven, the age when many women start to worry if a prospective husband is not in sight. She had dark straight hair, green eyes and, he'd thought, very long and slender legs, confirmed tonight when he'd seen her in cut-offs. "I'm protected but please wear a condom." "My thoughts exactly." "Had you thought about having sex with me before I issued my invitation?" "The thought had passed my mind?" "And with Liz? Although she's pushing forty she's the sexiest one of us." "I would prefer not to talk about other women right now." "Yes great idea but you will talk to me about me?" "Undoubtedly I will." She smiled and pulled off her top, freeing her little puppies. "They are gorgeous," Harry said, moving in on her and she blushed happily and took a handful of his half-erect cock and cried, "Omigod." They groped and kissed for a while and then Natalie led him into her room and dropped her shorts. She wasn't wearing panties. Harry raced to remove his shirt and pants and eyeing his bulge under his briefs Natalie said, "Get those off Tiger. They're blocking my view." Maturing "Omigod," she smiled. "It's rare for me to be hit with a big one." "Then you'll wanted to celebrate and have it up your butt?" "No way," she wheezed and went down on him, licking over his balls and up the side of his dick and back on the other side, making the penis shaft almost smash through its head. They fell on to the bed and wriggled into a sixty-nine position and went at it, slowly and with intent to get each other off. Harry had picked Natalie to be a screamer but no, she just sighed and then went soft and Harry lapped the extra flow of secretions and lifted up smacking his lips and she giggled and pulled him down on to her and rammed her tongue into his mouth. After that foreplay she whispered she was ready. "Roll on my rubber." She said okay and handled the sheathing of his cock in latex with obvious expertise. Harry really liked women who were prepared to become fully involved in sex and Natalie continued by placing a leg over his shoulder and then guiding in the erection. It was a firm fit but he knew all about the incredible elasticity of a vagina, well in respect of most women. He slid in a finger alongside his cock and she whimpered and came again. "Pal you certainly managed to get me off quickly," she sighed and began rocking back on him as he built up into a steady rhythm that he was capable of maintaining for quite some time." "Push deep into me." "Why the sensitivity for you is around your opening and about a third of the way in?" "I know that but guys get the macho feeling of being there, done that when their balls smash against a pussy, or so I've been told more than once." Harry pushed in as far as he could and she gasped and he thought he'd probably touched her cervix. He eased back a bit and Natalie relaxed. They banged away for almost two hours, amusing themselves immensely. Natalie staggered off to the kitchen and staggered back and wailed, "My roast has cooked into cinders." "That's fine Nat," he yawned. "Slip back in here and we'll find how far we can get with anal and will then go out for dinner." An hour later Natalie was in no mood for anything but sleep and so Harry, smelling like the janitor of a brothel, grabbed a burger on the way home and had been surprised how far the server stood away from him. Natalie and Harry arrived at work next morning looking rather jaded and, noticing those two were avoiding looking at each other, the four other women went into a huddle and clearly the conversation was Natalie and the boss had fucked last night, all night by the look of it. The next day Harry was bouncy again and Taylor picked the right moment to whisper to him, "My parents will be out till late tomorrow night. Will you come round for a bite?" Harry automatically glanced at her tits at the mention of bite. Taylor giggled and said he mustn't mark her otherwise her boyfriend would find out. "But Taylor you are only nineteen." "I know that funny boy. Don't you think I can do it?" "I could never be that rude," Harry sighed. "Time and your address please." Harry notched up quite a good fuck but arrived at work next morning with a bruised face and Taylor failed to show. Motherly Liz called her and said Taylor said she wouldn't be in until tomorrow. Taylor had said to Liz, "I had rather a disturbing evening. Harry and I had just commenced round two when my boyfriend arrived, using the key my mom had given him. He hauled Harry off me and attempted to punch out Harry's lights but Harry began hitting back and Ryan was left in a bloody mess and Harry left, saying he'd lost further interest in sex and I could understand that. After patching up Ryan who appeared legless, I took him home and told his parents Ryan had been in a bar room fight. I then went home and spent three hours getting Ryan's blood off the carpet, bed and wall. God it was thrilling seeing Harry in action. It was even better than sex although I'd never expected to ever find something better than sex." At the morning coffee break Liz shared with the other women what Taylor had told her. Natalie attempted to establish with the other three women the order in which they should approach Harry but they backed off. Liz and Megan of course were married and so had to be seen to be appalled with the idea of having sex with him. They then all looked at Charlotte who obviously looked the best built for sex but her main preference was for females. "No way would I wish him to mess me," she said. With that the conversation switched to talking about food. After work a few days later Charlotte was walking to the train station when Harry sidled up to her. "Hi Charlotte." "Oh hi Harry. I had something to say to you. I want to have sex with you." "Oh great. Call home now. Then we'll go to early dinner and then back to my room that is rather pokey and down market." "Harry I'm after sex, not to inspect the bedroom as if I was in interior design." Charlotte and Harry took a corner booth at the back of the near empty restaurant where they completed most of the foreplay before finishing dinner. Her cheeks were highly flushed and her breasts looked at least fifteen percent larger by the time they left after Harry had zipped up and wiped excess off Charlotte's chin. "God you're a hot dinner date," he grinned. She just loved hearing that. The bedroom was very tidy, impressing Charlotte and all the girlie pictures had gone, not that she'd know they'd been there, generally replaced by tear-sheets of high profile businessmen. But there was one exception and that made Charlotte gasp: it was a full-on nude professional photograph mounted on board of Natalie Masters from their office. Staring at it, almost drooling, Charlotte whispered, "God to think Nat hides that glorious body under those frumpy clothes she wears. You obviously have fucked her?" "My lips are sealed." "Yeah I bet they were, around her pussy," Charlotte said and then began undressing Harry. Charlotte who was thirty, a honey blonde with a wide mouth pretty well locked into soft smiling mode, was a delight to undress, another babe with extra long legs. She loved her legs but hated her tits because they flopped. Floppy tits tended to almost send Harry into and orbit of ecstasy when permitted to wrap them around his dick or to flop larger ones around his head. Females appeared at a loss to understand what it was that attracted men to tits, particularly to really mobile tits. With the dress gone he stroked her belly and said she wore absolutely beautiful underwear. He grinned when he saw a wider damp patch suddenly appear over the dampness generated by earlier over-excitement. Charlotte gave the impression of being thin but yet she had fleshly tits, pads on her hips where guys probably liked to grab to hold on, a flat but yet fleshy butt and fat pussy lips. Oh yes, a thoroughbred body of a woman built for sex although apparently not many males had sampled it. Charlotte had already told him that, confiding she found women were generally better lovers than men. Well Harry had no intention of attempting to demonstrate male superiority. His only intention was to get his rocks off and take Charlotte with him. She must have read his mind because she put an unexpectedly high level of energy into their couplings. They had three satisfying fucks that night and then a mystic slow roller in the morning when still half-asleep, Harry taking her from behind, before they left for breakfast and then to work, arriving together and not bothered about that. The two older women, Liz and Megan were already at their desks and apart from Charlotte's extra sloe-eyed look and walking with her legs a little father apart than usual, they immediately noticed she was in the same dress and shoes as yesterday and knew that was so unlike Charlotte. The next week Harry dated Natalie three more times to give her what she wanted and she then said it would be best if they didn't date any more and Harry didn't argue, thinking such activity must unsettle the other women in his office life. He was right about that. Jess came in smiling and invited him to her office. She closed the door and lost her smile, perhaps not in that order. "I've learned you have been indulging in sex with your staff." "Not at the office and not with all of them and none together." "And you believe I'm supposed to be impressed by that admission?" Harry wondered how the hell was he supposed to answer and so took the easy option and said yes. Jess snorted. Harry waited. And waited and she sat looking at him, displeasure masking her face. He asked, "Well what's your beef?" "Why didn't you tap me on the shoulder first and only fuck me?" Harry was gob-smacked. "You?" "Yes me," she sniffed and dabbed her eyes. "But you have a swain." "A what?" "Boyfriend." "I don't have a boyfriend." Harry said what about that beefy, over-dressed guy. "What beefy, over-dressed guy. I said I have no boyfriend. God I should know." Harry said scathingly, "What about the faux blond with big shoulder pads that visited you in here last week, kicking the door shut and grabbing your butt?" Jess turned white. "Omigod. Him. You saw that?" "Yes but I think I was the only one who did." "He's my brother and was here to bully me for money. He's out of work again and apparently angered dad over something and dad refused to give him money." "Oh god, Jess. I'm so sorry. That was none of my business and I came to the completely wrong conclusion. You brother ought not to touch you in a menacing way like that." "I know. Please go. I'm now more upset that ever." Harry left without another word and closed the door gently. An hour later Jess called him. "Sorry." "It was a misunderstanding. Dinner tonight. Just dinner." "Come to my apartment." "Okay I have the address." "You have my address?" "Yes I've been stalking you." There was silence. "That was meant to be a joke." "Not one I find acceptable." "Yeah, right. I've been stupid again." "You are not stupid. Come at 7:00 for drinks." "Thanks. Bye." Harry's juices were flowing. As soon as Megan was back from examining paper textures and weights at the printer's he called a meeting. "So ladies, let's listen to these individual ideas you have come up with to now be examined collectively." CHAPTER 2 Jess opened the door smiling toothily. She was in a tight red gown than displayed a gently curving belly and that had Harry thinking about holding off premature ejaculation. "Are you okay Harry?" she asked, pulling him though the door. "You looked so stunning I worried I was about to ejaculate." She looked aghast and he felt like a fool. Why the fuck had he said that? Jess giggled and said there was something original about Harry. "That greeting was powerful enough to set me back on my heels, and that's saying something." "Look I was out of line. I apologize and..." "Shut up please Harry. I loved it but just as well I haven't got my parents sitting in this room waiting to have dinner with us." "Are they in the apartment?" "No Harry. Mom's taken dad to a charity fund-raiser." Harry looked around. "This is pretty impressive." "I agree but it cost so much I can't afford to buy panties." She was smiling when he looked up from her pelvic area and said, "I was joking but as you may know it is impractical to wear a bra or panties with a dress this tight as they spoil the lines." "You have a beautiful body." "Thank you. A drink, I have white wine but can make cocktails?" "White wine, preferably dry." "That's my choice too." Harry followed her to the open kitchen as far as the breakfast bar. "Please excuse me for bringing this up but do you wish me to try to discipline your brother? He should not bully you like he did." "No thank you Harry and that ends that discussion. I'd prefer you to talk to me about sex." "Well it's one of my best past times and I think I'm good at it. You appear to be going without it at present because that's a shame because you look as it would put a lot into it to extract a lot from it." "Gee Harry that was a bit more expansive than I'd expected but I must say you have summarized my position perfectly, perhaps better than I would have articulated." Jess handed Harry his wine. They clinked glasses and he sipped as he looked into the blonde's darkish blue eyes and said "Beautiful" and he watched her blush emerge. He half-expected her to whimper and haul him off to bed, but she didn't. Ah well. A nicely cooked dinner was an excellent alternative to charred remains. After they cleared away dinner and were on a sofa sipping brandy with their coffee he asked, "May I touch you?" She smiled a yes and as he placed an arm around her she snuggled closer and pushed up her face to be kissed. They kissed softly and neither hurried to break away but then as everyone knows all kisses have a finite length. Harry wanted to run a hand over her breast but knew it was a very expensive dress. What if his hand was rough and caught the fine fabric. He hesitated and wondered if he should ask her to remove her dress? Jeepers, what if she said no. They would then sit awkwardly looking at the far wall. Jess yawned and ended his dilemma. "Well I have a big day tomorrow, the quarterly board meeting. Dad is becoming agitated about receiving little response to his call to find ways to increase revenue." That comment left Harry's dick starved of blood flow. "What time is the meeting? I wasn't aware it was scheduled." "Damn that's my fault, another lapse in communication. You must be placed on the weekly meeting schedule of our senior team chaired by dad. They have lunch at 1:00, a working lunch." "Good. We had a team meeting this morning and made significant progress. We'll wrap up early morning and my preliminary report should be on your desk by 11:00. These are ideas on how we could advance interest in our product range through promotions, things that have not been attempted here before. The team came up with their ideas with me pushing them. My sole contribution was to observe there is no direct line between my department and those responsible for deciding on new supply items and also with sales to provide us with feedback on what's hot and what's not. That lack of intercommunication is appalling." "I've tried to get the links between marketing and promotion more systematically established but my father declined approving that, saying it was just another way of extending bureaucracy." "That's bullshit." "I know." "Then base a report on what I feed you with my report and if you are dismissed by your father at the meeting then ask that you be allowed to call me in to explain how I see the situation." "Line managers don't attend board meetings." "Then argue for this exception if the need arises. Be a bitch if necessary." "Harry!" "You are not in your seat to garner popularity Jess. You are in it to give hum to the business machine. Women were given the ability to be bitchy for good reason." "Well I don't know." "Just think about it." "God this tension is making my nipples rise. Look at them." "I'd already noticed." She grinned. He stood and she lost her grin. "Are you going?" "A little while ago you were yawning and thinking about the tension that will be created attending that meeting tomorrow." "But now I'm stimulated." "Then bottle it and uncork it should you be in this situation with me again." She stood smiling and they kissed and she pushed against him. "Hmmm," he said, biting her ear gently and went to the door. "Harry," she wailed but he opened the door and closed it without looking back, thinking life was not all about sex and anyway they could always have sex tomorrow or the next day or whenever. Hell what was he on about? Was he maturing? Early next afternoon Harry was called into the boardroom. Jess's father Geoffrey Jenkins was there with three outside directors. The two men and a woman were his marketing, financial and legal advisers. The company's CEO Fess Amos who was just back from vacation and Jess were also there. Geoffrey introduced Harry and then said, "Do you know why you are here Harry?" "Yes Geoffrey. Jess told me yesterday I could be called for possible further elaboration." "Good, I'm please you and Jess have your communication lines open. Although wisely it's not in the written report, Jess has told us I regard these links you recommend to interface promotions with marketing and sales data have been dismissed in the past as being wasteful bureaucracy." "Yes that was mentioned." "And who should be praised for such incisive decision-making?" All eyes were on Harry. "You know all decisions are not set in concrete. If this company wishes to more than double it's current income streams it has to become more proactive and unified and share information so that well are all playing the same game and going in the same direction to achieve the common purpose." "Isn't that gobbledygook?" "Indeed it is sir, straight from the mouths of academics and business management consultants. Actually it's code for pull your fingers out guys. This is the target so let's ambush the opposition and claw in some of their territory." Everyone including the previous tense-face Jess roared in laughter. "Now I can see validity in that kind of battle cry young man. Let's hear more about how you think we should act and why." Fifty minutes later Harry emerged from the meeting looking rather drained. His team sat eyeing him but he was silent. Natalie asked, "Have you been fired?" "Nah. We are all to be paid a bonus. The board has adopted several of your proposals. I'm so very proud of our team." The women rushed up to hug and kiss him and Liz the veteran knew what this was about. "Before your arrival we just sat here and did things for other people and were never asked for suggestions or encouraged to be creative. You are the reason why we are to receive a bonus and you must have talked impressively in that boardroom." "Ah that's bullshit Liz." "Bullshit!" chorused the women. They went back to work and twenty-minutes later Jess came in and ignoring everyone else learned over and kissed Harry. He looked bashful but the women in the room loved it. Jess turned and said, "As a result of the work you guys did as a team enabled Harry to write me an inspiring report and this afternoon he went into the boardroom to back up my representation that I feel he engineered using your creative talents. As a result we are all to receive a bonus to continue to come up with sound ideas to push our marketing efforts forward and at an accelerated rate. Well done guys and Harry I'm making dinner for you tonight." "Oooh," chorused Harry's team. * * * Harry was pleased with himself. He'd settled into the job well and was getting excellent results from his team. And tonight he'd shaft Jess but he thought it was unlikely she'd eclipse Natalie who'd prove to be one of his best fucks ever. Perhaps he should focus on Nat? He looked around his room and thought why was he still living in this box? He now had plenty of money, boosted by the $1000 check he'd received that afternoon from Jess's father. The chairman had presented the check privately and clasping Harry on the shoulder told him he was receiving the biggest bonus because he'd produced the renaissance in thinking and enterprise that had resulted in the new initiatives. Well thought Harry, Jess should watch her back. He could be a hot prospect to replace her as general manager. He was aware she had some weaknesses in that role, principally not motivating her personnel well and being rather weak in communicating. Still who was perfect? Maturing Harry was about to shower ready to go out when Jess called. "I'm sorry to do this at such late notice but I have to cancel dinner with you this evening." Ah he thought not all that disappointed. She had received a better offer. "Daddy has called an emergency meeting of directors and I have to attend." He said that was fine and some other time then and she just sighed and said sorry. Gee that woman needed lessons on verbalizing. He called Natalie. "Hi what are you doing?" "I'm in the bath shaving." "What pussy?" She giggled and said she was shaving her legs. He knew she clipped around her vulva. "I'm at a loose end. Jess has been called in to the office for a meeting." She replied calmly, "I'm not sure I like being a backstop." "Well please yourself. I'll see you Monday." "Wait I'm sorry and it was I who told you to back off some weeks ago. Why don't you come round here? My roommates are going to a club. Come within the next hour and we can all have a drink together." "Okay. Don't cut yourself. I don't go near pussy if I see blood." Natalie said scathingly, "God Harry. You can be so disgusting at times." "Sorry." She said saying sorry was unacceptable. "Dear Nat. Please accept my apologies. I reverted to gutter humor that was way out from being acceptable to decent people." "Oooh, that's a fulsome apology I can accept. Thank you Harry." Tina and Maria, who were lovers, were both plump and good looking and greeted Harry warming and Maria said, "We're glad you have reappeared. Natalie hasn't had a decent date since she was last with you. She mopes about you." Harry glanced at Natalie and she was studying the ceiling. He grinned and looked back at her just as she looked at him. Her blush was huge. After sex on the sofa Natalie returned from the bathroom to find Harry had made coffee and they sat talking until they were rested enough to go our for a meal. Over dinner she said she was thinking of returning home where she could assist her father to run his big general store. "But you can't, I need you here." She smiled and said family ties came ahead of a guy who wanted nothing more than someone to have sex with. Harry had no answer to that and sighed and said he'd miss her. "Really?" "Yes really. I'm beginning to feel you are becoming part of my life." At that it was Natalie who appeared to have no answer. "Really?" he said. To cover her confusion she kissed Harry and told him to get ready to go to dinner. * * * Next morning the CEO called a full meeting and chairman Geoffrey Jenkins announced that the company had signed a heads of agreement document to merge with Legwear United Corporation. "We need to this to ensure our survival in a very competitive market place," he said. "United is a company about 20% larger in turnover than us but is not very profitable. It will be merged into our operation here. I regret to say a number of people in both companies will be left without jobs but to ease the pain we will first ask personnel in both companies to offer to take voluntary redundancy. Those whose resignation offers are accepted will receive an incentive payment above entitlements of $5000 per worker or $12,000 per manager." Natalie said to Harry as they left the meeting she would resign and return home. "I'm staying unless they fire me," he said. "I want you to stay." She looked stunned and didn't reply. Later Harry was called to Geoffrey Jenkins' office. "Well Harry I guess this merger has come as a bit of a shock?" "Yes indeed," Harry smiled, expecting to be offered a more senior position in the expanded operation. "I'm afraid we have to let you go Harry. Once the merger takes place next week we'll have more managers than we know what to do with. You'll get your $12,000 incentive payment when you hand in your resignation." "I'll leave this evening." "Thank you Harry. That's all." As he prepared to leave an hour early that evening Harry told the girls he'd been fired. They were shocked and wept as he kissed them all and Natalie hugged him the hardest. Jess wasn't in her office so he couldn't say goodbye to her. He went to HR to sign off and picked up his brown envelop and left. Two hours later Natalie arrived. He'd thought she would, wanting to comfort him in bed. They didn't make the bedroom. In fact they fell to the floor as he kicked the door closed. "Fuck Legs R Better in Stockings," Natalie said as she straightened the tops of her hold-ups and laughed when Harry said he just had. "God you are so rude." At the restaurant she toasted Harry when their drinks arrived. "Here's to us. What do you intend doing?" "I'll move on." "To where?" "Dunno." Natalie smiled and said good. "Then come home with me and let's find our future. I resigned before leaving this evening and received my incentive payment. I'm going home and want you with me." Harry looked into her green eyes and said gravely, "That's an offer I cannot refuse Nat. I feel we have a great future together because we think beyond fucking." "Oooh. Are we maturing?" THE END