Saturday. - Sex Stories

Saturday.

It's a Saturday. It's such a beautiful day that I hardly care I have to work. Networking is a huge part of my job. My boss couldn't function here without me. I have all the information on who best to suck up to which is the whole point of this party. Investors. My boss needs them and I know all about them. The only draw back is I have to dress up, to make the best impression I can. Wearing a cocktail dress during the day feels weird. It's gold, long and figure hugging. I can barely breath in it. My boss' house is amazing. I really love coming here. It is a huge white colonial mansion. A half mile drive way, pillars at the entrance, a swimming pool and of course a tennis court. The garden area is at least a few acres. With a pond and gazebo, you know, the works. I'd die to live in a house like this. Sadly, PA's don't make that much money. We just help others make it. I'm standing on my favourite balcony watching the people below. I've done the biggest part of my job already, this is my reward. I enjoy watching people. I'm wearing sunglasses so they don't even know I'm doing it. Like the couple who keep making eyes at each other behind their partner's backs. They are slowly edging closer to each other. I smother a smile. My eye keeps getting caught by a guy swimming. He's done about fifteen laps now. His dark hair keeps covering his eyes but he doesn't seem to care. He also has great back muscles. Which is about all I can see of him. My phone rings and I turn my back on ...

... the distraction. "Hello?" I answer. "Theresa? I need you to tell me the name of Jermeys wife," my boss says. Annoyingly he always calls me by my full name. "Martha," I answer. God, I could club him one. He's known these people since I started working for him six years ago. But seeing as he's old himself, I'll cut him a break. "Thank you, Theresa. That's all I needed," he says and hangs up. I turn back around. The guy I was watching earlier is now doing the back stroke. Now I can see it's not just his back muscles that are impressive. He makes me think of Dean. He has the same hair colour, the same kind of build. But seeing as he's been on my mind constantly it's no surprise. It's been nine days since our encounter in the office. With a little help from Wendy, who works on the floor below me I've managed to avoid him. She's given me the heads up when he's about to deliver the mail and I've hid in the toilet. I know, hiding from a guy at the age of 27 is such an immature thing to do. But he has this effect on me that I can't explain. Our last encounter left me a little ashamed of the way I acted. I was quite bossy. I begged, pleaded and demanded. Which is not like me at all. There's just something about him that drove me wild. Anyway, enough of thinking about him. Getting turned on at my boss' party is not what I need. Someone from below calls my name and asks how I am. I answer that I'm great. I give an award winning smile, sucking up is my job after all and resume my people ...