Cathy Gets a New Job

by Just Anybody

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Reluctant, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Size, Workplace, .

Desc: Sex Story: A young wife becomes one of the first employees at a new company in town. After a weekend meeting with the corporate execs, she stops for a cocktail with her boss. One drink becomes two, then three and four and soon they are in a room in the hotel. It becomes a contest to see who is sexually stronger.

It's a pretty big deal when the president of a large company, standing outside the Mayor's office in a small town in Iowa announces that his company intends to spend eighty million dollars to build a new manufacturing facility in the town. Building that plant would bring more than a thousand badly needed jobs to the community and could inspire other companies to the area as well. To Cathy Henry, the news was precisely what she wanted to hear. As a young mother whose husband was still overseas doing his part in the Army, she had been returned home when her pregnancy became endangered for medical reasons, and had chosen to remain in their hometown until his discharge. A new plant could provide employment for both of them, and with her parents living across the street, child care was not a concern.

A friend who worked in a local bank whispered to her one day that the new company wanted to interview a few people for their initial local staff, and included among them was a need for a top notch secretary/typist. Cathy doubted if anyone, even the smart young wives of the local college students, could type faster or more accurately than she could. She had won the "Fastest Typist" award in her high school class, and tested beyond the scope of the machine in her junior college office management class.

The interviewer was more than impressed with her office skills, and equally impressed with her professionalism. Mrs. Henry was dressed appropriately, presented herself well, and while she would never be a contestant in any Miss Anywhere contest, her face had a fresh scrubbed, youthful look, her smile was warm and friendly, and her figure wasn't bad to look at either, even though he was not allowed to consider such physical features. He knew that the person that he would hire would, most likely, end up being the administrative assistant to the new Executive Vice President, and in essence, would become the "right hand" to that individual. In his many years of being a Human Resources Manager, Bob Donald had observed that most Chief Executives insisted on intelligent and competent assistants, and that no harm would be done if they happened to be attractive, too. In his opinion, Mrs. Henry fit all of those criteria.

A temporary office was established in the downtown area to act as a focal point location while the new facility was under construction. Each day, Cathy would greet new applicants and assist them with their applications and then introduce them to Bob. Following the interview, he would usually ask her opinion of the candidate, and if she was hesitant or showed concern, he allowed that to influence his hiring decision. As soon as the construction got underway, contractors and builders would appear with construction questions, and while Cathy was in no way qualified to answer the questions, it did not take her long to get the answers, she quickly became the "go to" person. After a few months, it became clear to most everyone, from the visiting executives from Corporate, to the contractors, and the local residents wanting information about the company, that Mrs. Henry was a whole lot more than just a secretary. Her control of most every aspect of the new building, and the project in general, did not go unnoticed. At the end of the work day, Bob Donald would go back to his motel room and Cathy Henry to her home. Every other weekend, Bob returned to his wife and children at his home in Ohio, while Cathy spent the weekend with her daughter, feeling more and more lonely without her husband by her side. As the seasons changed the loneliness began to become more of a factor. She endured Christmas by spending her every free moment with her daughter and parents, but her happiness factor was declining at a very steady rate. Her parents offered to take the two of them for a weekend adventure to an indoor water park and recreation area and Cathy gladly accepted their invitation. Just one day before leaving, Cathy's day went from good to bad to worse. At mid-morning, she was told that Corporate Executives would arrive in two days for a project update briefing and it was expected that she would present most of the report. Going to a water park that weekend just became impossible for her. Around two o'clock on that same day, she received a letter from her husband informing her that his tour of duty had been extended for another six months, due to the needs of the Army. Cathy conveyed the bad news to her parents that evening and after much discussion (and because the trip was already fully paid for) everyone agreed that they would take their granddaughter by themselves for the weekend, so at least the money would not go to waste.

The grandparents, with granddaughter in the back seat departed for the weekend right after breakfast on Friday. Cathy and Bob Donald spent the entire day preparing for their Saturday briefing with the corporate visitors, and by the time of their arrival the next day, the agenda was mapped out and the presentation prepared. The afternoon was devoted to answering any questions or concerns that were raised during the morning sessions. Promptly at four thirty, the meeting was concluded and the executives boarded their private jet to return to their homes. As they concluded the day, straightening the office and picking up the remaining documents, Bob suggested that they stop off on the way home for a well deserved cocktail.

"I think that is an excellent idea," she responded to his invitation. "Where do you want to go?"

"Honestly, Cathy, the only bar worth going to is in the new Hilton hotel. Every other bar in this city is either filled with college kids or farm kids in dirty boots."

"I agree. The Hilton does have a nice quite bar and that is exactly what I need this weekend!"

They made small talk initially; first about the corporate briefing and their own reactions to it and then, with the second round, a little more business stuff and then not much about anything. Half way through her third rum and coke, Cathy allowed her loneliness to pour out. "It's just not fair." "What's not fair?"

"The Army says that they need to keep my husband overseas for another six months. He was due to come home in five weeks."

"I thought his enlistment was up."

"It was, but they extended it. I guess they can do that, but it's not fair."

The conversation continued well into the fourth drink. By that time, the subject had drifted to her unstated _needs_.

"You know, Bob, I have tried very hard to be a good wife and mother, but it's hard. You know? It's really hard. I miss him. I hate being alone at night and I miss having someone to wake up next to in the morning."

Bob felt emboldened. "And admit it Cathy, you miss what happens in between, too."

When she didn't respond Bob offered, "You will probably want to freshen up a bit before dinner. My room is just down the hall a bit. We can go down there and you can relax first." Bob signed the bar tab, threw a twenty on the table for the bar maid, helped Cathy to her feet, and more or less steered her down the hall to the elevator.

Once in his room, Cathy headed straight for the bathroom. Within seconds, she reappeared. "The stupid zipper is stuck on this dress. Will you help me please?"

When Bob unzipped Cathy's dress zipper, he then raised his hands to her shoulders and, with minimal effort, encouraged the dress to fall from her, gliding silently to the floor. As she stepped from it, he encouraged her to hurry back. He waited for her, standing at the doorway to the bedroom portion of his suite. She walked awkwardly to him, feeling the effects of four drinks on a mostly empty stomach. Bob held her in his outstretched arms, admiring her in her camisole and lacy bikini panties. "I have imagined this moment for six months." He pulled her to him and kissed her tenderly but firmly on her lips. His hands slid down her back and cupped her firm ass cheeks, pulling him into his rapidly hardening crotch. At the same time, Cathy threw her arms around Bob's neck and more or less pushed forward so that they slowly moved toward the bed.

Eventually she broke of the kiss. "You're right. It's about what happens between midnight and dawn."

At twenty four and a mother of one child, Cathy Henry still had the body of an early teen girl. Barely five feet four inches tall, she was slender, her hips only slightly rounded and her breasts just filled a b-cup bra. Many times, especially when no visitors, guests or potential employees were scheduled to be in the office, she would wear only a camisole under her blouse and when the sunlight was just right, Bob could clearly see not only the outline of her breasts but on several occasions, her nipples and areola as well. She had one blouse, silk he imagined, that was a very soft cream color, and even with the camisole underneath, when the sun light was just right, her blouse may just as well been considered transparent. On those days, Bob's pants tented repeatedly. Now, finally tonight, after many months of patiently waiting, he would have the opportunity to see them completely unencumbered.

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