The Enveloping Requirement. Part One - Sex Stories

The Enveloping Requirement. Part One

Natasha Lexington, the powerful CEO of her family’s highly successful technology company, Lexington Nanotron Corporation, was sitting in her immaculate, top-floor office. It was Thursday afternoon and the week had brought a packed schedule. LNC had agreed to a deal with a Berlin-based technology company worth many hundreds of thousands and potentially millions in the future.

She was sorting through the final report of the week only to find some glitches and misplaced files. In her endeavor to fix them on her own, she discovered it would require significantly more time than just a couple of hours. Uncovering the origin of where the issue originated, Miss Lexington pondered silently. “Time to sort this out properly.”

Contacting her PA, Charlotte Hawkins, she asked for the data manager Christopher Robertson to be summoned to the main office. Miss Lexington, who had a bit of a soft spot for Chris, which was something she kept to herself, needed to sort this out and show authority. She wasn’t one to show affection and saw men as too needy and egotistical to even consider having a relationship with them. She found other ways to satisfy herself when not indulging in business.

Charlotte called Christopher, and he promptly arrived at the top floor. Charlotte, in her white blouse, big spectacles, and long, light brown straight hair, was sitting at her desk and greeted him with a big smile. Chris complimented her on her appearance. They’d been chatting for a couple of weeks ...

... and discovered a few common interests and arranged a night out for a drink. Thanking him, Charlotte motioned Chris into Natasha’s office.

Chris walked into the brightly lit immaculate office of Miss Natasha Lexington. Her desk faced outward next to one of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her back faced a solid wall aligned with a giant bookcase with many technology volumes. Another bookcase contained files and there were some glass display cabinets with award trophies that she, and also her company, had won.

The pictures on the wall showed her at graduation as a university student, herself outside the building, standing next to the big, lit-up LNC letters at the entrance, and some with her parents and sister who were all technology boffins. Natasha herself had not only the intelligence, but she also knew the best and most efficient way to run a big tech corporation successfully.

Walking further in, he saw there was a glass coffee table on the other side of the room with two sofas on either side of it. Miss Lexington didn’t look up from her computer, and in her well-spoken, southern British accent, she spoke.

"Please, Christopher, sit,” she said.

“Thank you, Miss Lexington,” Chris replied, pulling out the chair on the other side of her desk.

She was about Fifteen to Twenty years older than himself, and dressed in a dark pinstripe power suit with her hair in a bun, wearing spectacles, and a dominant vibe beamed from her. She looked great for her age and Chris did ...