What is it about married women, that excites me so much? I don't know. What I know is - when I meet attractive married woman, I am dangerous...
I am married, and I have nice family and good family life. But there is also my second life, very much connected to my corporate relations.
When I first saw her, she was going through the interview. Her boss to be asked my help - to interview July on some special skills she will need in her job. Actually she was not so very good in the skills, but while listening to her I could not keep my concentration. Just imagine - big blue eyes, nice small nose, a little puffy lips... her teeth were not perfect and she was aware of that, trying not to smile too much, but for me it didn't matter. I enjoyed myself a lot looking at her nice face. Her inborn shyness - she was blushing several times during our conversation - was so sexy for me, that I couldn't keep myself from fantasizing about many small things I would like to do to her. And - she was married, she had a child, and her husband was some kind of financial analyst in some bank. That was a good sign for me - I know many of these bankers, they are not very emotional, some of them quite boring people... there are exceptions, but I hoped - and I was right - this was not the case.
When I stood up to say goodbye, I had a good opportunity to see her figure. I liked the shape - she was small, but well proportioned, with a breast a little out of shape - a bit too big, but I am not a sculptor, for me that was just more exciting, of course.
She was employed, and after some time I stopped thinking and fantasizing about her - you know, you see a woman every day, chat with her, when there is opportunity, and look at her ass, when there is a possibility.
One day she came into my office. That was an unexpected visit, she was apparently disturbed by something.
She stood in the doorway, looking at me with her big confused eyes.
"come in and sit".
"can I?" That was a stupid question, she was here already, and she knew that I WILL talk to her.
She sat down and I went to close the door, at my way looking down at her ample breast. Damn - these nice things were so big on her little frame, that you could not escape without looking at them.
I started directly, though the temptation to have an easy flirting was really big.
"what's up, July?"
"I... I have a problem... of some kind..."
Tears were gathering in her eyes, as she started to talk. I sighed, and prepared to be patient and understanding. The conversation was going to be a bit complicated and I knew the cost of getting involved in such conversation - that was at least half an hour of my really valuable time. But I always liked this position of being a manager, who gets the most trust between employees... and in July's case I just liked her company.
July was breathing intensely, she covered her face with her hands, but now, though her breast was partially under her arms, I could freely ram through the rest of her nice small body. She had crossed her legs, and the skirt moved a little bit up, showing nice small knees and a bit of her nylon clad thighs. I was starting to get excited and tried to cover my growing hard-on.
"So, July, what is going on?"
"I... I am afraid, I don't want to loose this job..."
"What are talking about?"
I was looking at her surprised, at the moment even forgot my nasty fantasies.
"I don't know, how to tell you this..."
she started to talk and took her hands away from her face, looking at me hopefully and trusting.
"... I... I don't know, what is going on, but I cannot cope with my duties..."
Here we go. That was going to take longer, than I thought. Then the idea came to my mind. Brilliant idea. I have to postpone our conversation to the overtime, and then... we'll be alone in the office, and we'll have a lot of time, and... who knows. My body knew, what I mean, and my hard-on was getting it's strength again.
"Listen, July, tell me one thing: is there anybody else noticing, that you cannot cope with your duties?"
"Nno... I guess - no, nobody. That's just my feeling."
"OK. That's perfect. I think, you came just in time to talk to me. I really really want to understand you. The problem is, that I have to run to a meeting in five minutes."
"OK, I understand, I am sorry to disturb you, John..."
"Listen, July, that's OK, really. From what I hear and what I see, I understand, that it is quite urgent. Could we meet here, in my office at five, or maybe even a little bit later - quarter past five?"
"oh, John, thank you very much... I feel so stupid, are you sure, you think, we should meet?..."
fuck. That was stupid. SHE came to me, She wanted some help, and now she asks me, if I am sure?... I tried to calm down. I was becoming quite determined about my compensation for the help. I will fuck the stupid girl.
"Sure July, you come and we will talk. I'll try to help you sort things out."
"Thank you, John. And... please, don't tell anybody - I am so afraid, that Paul will find out... and you know - he is... so strict..."
"Strict" was not the right word. He was a cruel insensitive bastard sometimes with his employees.
"OK, July. See you at quarter past five."
During the day, whenever I remembered our meeting, I was getting excited at once. I tried my best not to fantasize too much, and at last I succeeded to really involve myself in some urgent and important discussion. When the agreed time came, I had to switch off my mind from all the businesses. I even had to make an effort to remember, what is going to happen after five o'clock. When I did remember, I became excited - just emotionally - and happy, that I managed to distract myself from my nasty fantasies. Though I know myself quite well, I try to fight my instinct of Casanova, as I call it. I AM a father and a husband of a happy family. But... I have some weaknesses...
As I could foresee, July came in unsure again. She started at once:
"John, I am sorry to be so stupid to disturb you with some strange ideas of mine. That was just a moment of weakness... please, forgive me for interrupting your work and let's say the issue is closed."
"hey, July, please sit down and do not hurry."
My smile was so confident and sympathetic, that she relaxed and smiled and sat down. I closed the door and sat next to her. I bent down and looked into her eyes.
"You may underestimate yourself, but I cannot. Do not be afraid to look stupid. Just tell me, what made you feel like you were feeling today, when you came to me, I want to listen and try to understand."
She sighed. Looked at me and started. Thank you, Lord, - I thought, that I will have to try harder.
"I get distracted too often. As you know, my duties require constant concentration. If I am not sure, that I didn't make mistakes, I stay long hours after work to check the work of the day. That is repeating almost every evening. I don't understand, what is happening. I never was so distracted before the child's birth."
There was a silence for a while.
"What is difference between your life then and now?"
I have been visiting psychologist for three years, I knew how they ask questions.
"well, I don't know. The same job - or almost the same. I have a child. I love my daughter so much..."
I could see her eyes becoming wet.
"Do you think of her often during working hours?"
"Yes, John, but I am sure, this cannot be the reason. I love my daughter, I care about her, but my mother is looking after her, and I am quite sure, that my daughter is safe when I am at work."
"What is it then?"
"I don't know. If I knew, I wouldn't bother you. Anyway, I should have visited a psychologist or psychiatrist, perhaps. Sorry, John, to bother you..."
Here it comes again.
I didn't want to get into calming her down again. I just kept silence and listened to her breathing and looked at her nice face.
"You don't talk about your husband."
She looked at me a little confused.
"Did your relations change after the birth of your daughter?"
That was my guess and my hope. She was thinking.
"John, do you think, this could be the reason?..."
"I don't know, July. You are clever and talented - something certainly disturbs you in your life. I know your duties, I am sure, you can cope without any problem. And... I know, that you are beautiful young woman, I think, you have some needs..."
She was blushing. She tried to avoid my eyes. I took her hand. I knew - this is the moment. I was crossing the line. She gave me her hand. I took her hand in my two hands and started to caress hers very gently. She closed her eyes. Her other hand was lying in her lap so helplessly...
I tried to speak VERY gently.
"When I first saw you, July, I had two strong impressions. Would you like to hear? 'Cause it is personal."
She didn't open her eyes. Just nodded.
"The first impression was about your beauty. When I was interviewing you, I couldn't concentrate, I just wanted to sit there and look at you and enjoy."
A tear came through her eyelashes. Her hand was very relaxed. I continued to caress it.
.... There is more of this story ...