Chapter 1

My Dilemma. Part One Here I am sitting and wondering if I have been morally wrong in what has happened during the last few weeks, I better start from the beginning.

I am a successful self made business man 56 years old and with the help of my late wife who died of cancer 2 years ago. We owned two business's, first was Road Haulage, the second was more of a hobby for my late wife and I, which was a horse riding school and stables that also had its own cottage. We both rode and were qualified riding instructors.

Well to cut a long story short, a year after my wife's death I decided to sell the Road haulage business and give my married twin daughters their inheritance to help then set up their own business with their husbands.

Since the death of my wife I promoted Julie a 17 year old as manageress to run the everyday business of the stables. Julie accepted the job on one condition that I dealt with all the finances. I also gave her a substantial pay rise for the extra responsibility she would have. Julie first started working for my late wife when she was only 14 years old part time as she was still at school. Then At 16 her personal circumstances changed, she had to leave school get a full time job after the tragic death of her mother (her father left her mum years ago). So my and I wife gave her a full time job.

Also employed are two other stable girls and part time male in his 60's

To make things easier for Julie we offered her the cottage rent free that was fully furnished to live in rather than travelling in from her bed-sit in town each day. That was until 6 months ago the night of the big storm when half of the roof ripped off the cottage in the high winds, hence a lot of water damage to the upper floor. As she couldn't live in the cottage I insisted that she came to live with me in the big house as we called it. 4 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms (1 of which was being re-fitted and decorated at the time), 1 reception room that was also used as lounge, 1 large living room, sun lounge built onto the back of house and a very large kitchen fitted with all the mod cons. In lots of ways this arrangement suited me fine because not only did I have company in the evenings. Julie said that she would help with the cooking, no need for cleaning as I had a cleaning lady come in every other day. Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

It was during that time I began to see Julie in a different light, I began to notice how she had matured into a shapely young beautiful girl, some times I would get a glimpse of her in just her underwear or in her nightie, there was no sexual thoughts in my mind concerning Julie. Well that's a bit of a lie because some evenings Julie would come home from the stables have a shower, get changed into clean clothes, usually short skirt, blouse that was open to show her cleavage. Then after tea she would either come and sit with me in living room watch television or just have a chat. On quite a few occasions when we talked she would sit in the chair opposite me which I liked because depending how she sat I could get a good view of her tiny panties, at times I'm sure I could see a little a little damp patch and the outline of her pussy slit. This did make me wonder whether she was flashing for my benefit. I knew for certain that it caused me to get a semi hard on, sometimes by the time Julie went to bed I would have real boner on and would be case of putting on a porn DVD and have a good wank to relieve the tension in my balls.

Any way I think that is enough background that led up to the events that happened, so to get on with the main story.

As far as I could tell Julie never had much of a social life nor did she appear to have any close friends her only passions was the horses and riding them and music. It was coming up to 18th birthday I invited her to be my partner at the annual Cancer Research dinner/ cabaret/dance that I help to sponsor every year to raise money for Cancer Research. At first she didn't want to come as she said that,

"she had nothing suitable to wear"

"We will I soon remedy that" I told her. I insisted that we went into town Friday to buy her a new outfit for the occasion that I would pay for.

On Friday we set off for town, I asked her if she had any idea what she would like to wear. A few shrugs of her shoulders and blank look on her face she looked and said "something sexy". By then we arrived in town, I decided to take to "Marge's Boutique" where they sold everything from sexy underwear to ball gowns and every thing in between, it was where my late wife use to buy her clothes.

Introducing Julie to Marge, although they new each other, I made my excuse and left Julie in the capable expertise of Marge.

I returned some two hours later to find the pair of them sat in the back room drinking tea. Looking at Julies face she was grinning from ear to ear, from that grin I presumed that she was happy with what she had bought. I had told Marge not to worry about the cost.

"Well lets see what you will be wearing" I asked

I got the reply "you will have to wait until a week on Saturday"

That was me well and truly told I thought.

On the drive back home Julie asked if it was alright to be collected by Marge as she was taking her to a hairdressers to have her hair styled.

Well the rest of the week was as normal except that I noticed Julie was more flirty with me.

Saturday 1st August 2015

It was the day of the day of the dinner/dance cabaret most of the day was as normal for a Saturday until about 3pm when Marge arrived to take Julie to the hairdressers. I was told by Marge that when they returned she would ring the doorbell and I was to shut myself in the kitchen until I was told it was all clear to come out. What's so bloody special about a hair do I thought to myself.

At 5.10pm doorbell rings so I shut myself in the kitchen until Marge gave me the all clear, I had already showered, I went upstairs to get suited and booted myself.

A hour had passed since Julie and Marge had arrived back home and I was waiting in lounge when Marge came down announced that she was off home and Julie would be down shortly.

Marge had only been gone a few minutes when I heard Julie coming down stairs, going out from the lounge, looking up the stairs I had a shock of my life, Julie was gliding elegantly down stairs and before me was a vision of beauty, Julie who is 5' 2" in her shoes mousey brown hair normally plaited like a school girl, and normally wears tatty jeans or a short skirt and tee shirt or a blouse. What a transformation.!!!!! She had on low cut long pale blue evening dress made of a Silky material that showed off her cleavage, and with a slit up one side that showed the bare flesh of her thigh, the dress clung to her body showing off her shapely overall figure. Her hair was all in ringlets that flowed over the naked skin of her right shoulder, the beauty of her face was high lighted by a little bit of make up.

I watched her as she descended down towards me, my cock began to stir in confine's of my pants. When she reached the bottom she gave a little twirl, "Will I do" she said with a girlish laugh.

"You look absolutely stunning and beautiful" I replied.

It was just then that the taxi arrived, I offered her my arm so I could escorted Julie out to the waiting taxi before anymore was said.

The journey to the venue was uneventful except for the fact how I couldn't get over how sexy Julie looked in the dress, I kept getting this image of her naked thigh in my mind as she descended the stairs.

After arriving all the usual introductions were made and the dinner was over the real fun stuff started. It was 9pm when band started playing it was from then on that things started to develop between Julie and myself, its was during one particular slow up close type of dance that being such in close contact with Julie my cock began to stiffen, I am sure that she must of felt my cock rubbing against her because she responded by holding me tighter and pressing her crotch against me, that made matters worse could then feel the warmth of her tits and her hard nipples pressing into my chest, not only did my cock get harder but I began to feel horny. I started caressing up and down her back with my left hand, giving her bum cheeks a gentle squeeze, she pressed herself as tight to me as could, her head nestled into my neck, I responded by my hand playing with her ear lobes, this triggered her sex hormones or something, she manoeuvred herself so that the slit in the skirt parted so she could rub her pussy against my right thigh, my cock was getting harder by the second, even through my thin trousers I could feel that her panties were getting damp. I know I should have stopped it right there but I was feeling so horny I couldn't, suddenly Julie started breathing heavy and murmuring "Don't stop please don't stop"