Helen Woodward took off her glasses, rubbed the bridge of her nose then sat back in her leather chair in her brand new office and surveyed her domain. Helen, at the tender age of 49, was the first woman in the history of Bass, Newman and Willis to break the glass ceiling and actually be appointed as a director of the firm and as senior director at that! She had moved from the 49th floor up to the 59th floor, the highest in the building, and was awarded, for her hard work and expertise, a corner office with windows overlooking the city from two sides. As she leaned back in her chair and looked at the museum quality art work on her walls and the scenic view of the city far below she reflected on how lucky she was, not on how good she was or on how hard she had worked or how much she deserved the promotion, just on how lucky she was ... at least at work!
Helen's married life was something else again. Her husband Myron is a prestigious cardiac surgeon as well as the Chief of Staff at Fennimore Regional Medical Center in the suburbs and spent even more time at the hospital than she did at the law offices. He was out of the house by six each morning while she normally left by six-thirty. Even if she got home by nine or ten at night he was seldom in the house before midnight. They hadn't made 'love' in the truest sense in years ... although to be fair about it they did have sexual intercourse or what she thought of as a mercy fuck, now and again. It was her husbands attempt to placate her a couple of times a month and usually on a weekend. He would indicate to her that he was interested and she would go into the bedroom, strip out of her clothes and wait for him. He would follow her into the bedroom, take off his clothes and get between her legs. He would slip himself inside, grunt a few times and cum and that was it. No foreplay, no kissing, no nothing, especially no orgasm for her ... no she had to finish herself off in the bathroom! Well she was tired of being virtually raped so she tended to avoid him whenever he seemed in that mood.
Tonight she was at her office window looking down and watching the minions of workers in the building leaving for their homes and families and she wished that she had taken the time to have a family but she hadn't and that, as they say, is that. Back at her desk she was reviewing yet another contract, making marginal notes to be corrected the next day by the 45th floor attorneys when she looked up at her clock and realized that is was almost nine o'clock. God, where had the day gone? She rubbed her back and thought that a workout might be nice and then remembered that now that she was a director it gave her access to the 'Director's Spa" on the fifth floor. She looked at her phone listing, found the spa's extension and dialed 699.
"Director's Spa, Richard speaking, how may I help you sir?"
The 'sir' remark stung a bit but she decided to just ignore it. "Richard, this is Helen Woodward and I would like an appointment for tonight, do you have any times available?" There was some hesitation before he spoke.
"Uh ... Miss Woodward ... this is the Director Spa!"
Now she was upset. "Yes, I know that Richard, why else would I call ... now do you have an opening or not?"
He quickly looked through the directors list and found her name. Well I'll be damned he thought. "Well Miss Woodward, I have one client right now and he'll be gone in about five minutes so I'm available whenever you are, say around nine fifteen ... is that alright? Oh, and I'm sorry about the 'sir' remark."
"No problem, you're forgiven and it's Mrs. Woodward Richard and yes, nine-fifteen will be just fine ... do I need to bring anything with me?"
"No ma'am, we have everything right here."
"Good, then I'll see you in ... about ten minutes."
"Yes ma'am, ten minutes." Richard hung up the phone and thought about having a woman in the spa ... Christ what was the world coming to? He put the phone back in its cradle and looked at himself in the mirror. 23, 6'2" and a 194 pounds with rock hard abs and a body to die for, yet he just wasn't ready to accept some old bag in his spa. The phone rang and Richard answered it, recognized the voice on the other end, listened and heard what the man wanted. Richard nodded his head several times then said, "Yes sir, I'll let you know. Yes sir I can do that too." He hung up the phone and just stared at it for a minute then he began getting ready for Mrs. Woodward's visit.
Up on the 59th floor Helen walked over to her private bathroom, opened the door and stepped inside and looked at herself in the mirror. She was 49, 5'7" and a 123 pounds and not half bad looking ... for 49. She turned sideways and looked at her bust line and nodded her head with the knowledge that in a $2000 business suit, $250 blouse and her imported French silk bra and matching panties she looked terrific ... still she also realized that if she took off everything her breasts would sag and so would her butt and some of the cellulite on her thighs would become apparent. Given those drawbacks she still looked nice enough, clothed at least, that there were several of the attorneys in the building that would be happy for a chance to get into her panties! Helen thought back to the last time she successfully lured a man into her proverbial marital bed and realized that it had been sixteen months, at the hospitals Christmas party ... she had snuck away with that handsome ... anyway, she thought, that was way too long to go without sex. Helen sighed and turned out the lights then stepped out of the bathroom and headed out to the elevator banks and down to the spa.
Richard was just coming out of the office when Helen walked into the spa. "Good evening Mrs. Woodward, how may I help you tonight?"
Helen looked at the 23 year old and his body was and remembered back to her youth and her first real love, Jack McKeon. Jack had been the co-captain of her college's football team and the first true love of her life until ... well who knew where the bastard was at now. "I assume that you're Richard?"
"Well I'll need some workout gear then I want to do maybe a half an hour on the treadmill or a couple of machines, take a short sauna and have a massage ... I read the company's brochure and it said that you gave massages, are you any good Richard?"
"Oh yes ma'am, I've had massage therapy training." He looked at her body for a second then said, "Now for your clothes I'd suggest that you use Room One just inside the doors on the left, over there," he pointed to the doors, "and use the men's small shorts and a medium tee-shirt. I apologize for the men's clothing but until tonight this has been a men's only spa ... sorry."
"That's perfectly alright Richard and please feel free to call me Helen. Now I'm going to go and change clothes then I'll meet you by the machines, I assume they are right inside there too?"
"Yes ma ... Helen."
When she walked through the doors Richard walked back into the office and turned off the lights. He picked up the phone and dialed a three digit extension and listened as it rang, and then was picked up. "She's here, going to use the treadmill then the sauna and wants a massage, I'd say she'll be here maybe an hour and a half, maybe two." He listened and nodded his head then watching through the two-way mirror saw Helen walk into the changing room. "Yes sir all the cameras are set and working and yes I'll do my best. Yes sir and thank you sir."
Helen walked into the changing room, closed the door and locked it. She looked around and saw two ceiling to floor lockers, a shelf containing various sizes of workout clothes as well as clean towels. In the center of the room was a leather high back chair and next to that was a large leather massage table covered with a sheet. She fingered the leather table and thought that it would be nice and comfortable when it came time for her massage. She was looking forward to a massage as she hadn't had the time to visit to her regular spa in months. Helen walked over and looked into the huge mirror on the wall and ran her fingers through her short hair and then went over to the lockers, opened the first one and began to take off her clothes.
Richard watched her checking out the room and almost fainted when she looked into the mirror. Her face was so close to him that he could have reached out and touched her. He briefly wondered if she knew it was a two-way mirror, then when she didn't do the 'fingernail' test ... putting a fingernail up to check the image, he knew she didn't have a clue. When she walked over to the lockers he started breathing easier and he watched her as she started to get undressed. He flipped a switch and the cameras began to whir.
Helen took off her coat and hung it up in the locker then began unbuttoning her blouse. Finished, she pulled her blouse out from her skirt, took it off and hung it on a hanger. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it and hung it up with her coat. Standing there in her pantyhose and bra she walked over and dug through the workout clothes until she found a pair of small pants and a medium tee shirt.
Richard was amazed by the older woman's body, even though she hadn't finished undressing. When Helen pushed her pantyhose over her hips and then sat down and pulled them off Richard couldn't wait to see her nude. She stood, reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra and pulled it off. Amazing, he thought, hardly any sag at all and she's 49! Soon her panties disappeared and Helen was standing there in all her glory and Richard was thinking that he was going to be proud to be able to fuck this woman, God what an amazing body!
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