The Young Woman In My Life

Some time ago I hired a young woman to help with the back office in our company. She was quiet to a fault, but did her job without complaining. Never pretty, dressed down if anything. She kept to herself. But that one day I found her still at work after the office had closed and I sat down with her in the break room for a chat.

She was hesitant but once she saw I wasn't going to eat her she settled in and told me a bit about herself. Her schooling was modest, from the not so good part of town. She had managed an associates degree and wanted to get a four year degree. She got more comfortable and maybe it was just the way she sat. She was siding sideways in the chair, with her left arm across the back and her left breast hung there, caught in her bra under that white top she was wearing that day.

Somewhere in the conversation she asked me about my days growing up and that led to me telling her about the day we got caught in a fight. I killed two men that day, one with the assailant's gun and the other with a knife. I have a scar on my thigh where I was first stabbed when they mugged me. No secret, but not something I talk about.

She listened intently and then she began to whisper, Her father was a bad man, and had been sent to prison. He got out on parole when she was eleven. He came to her mother but her mother refused him, so he went after the daughter and used her instead. She had never told anyone, not a sole. Not until that day. And she ended up in my arms. I couldn't hug her enough, I kissed her several times, settled her down. She didn't want to be let go, so I hugged her and let her cry. At some point she lifted her face up, her lips begging so I kissed her lips, and she drank it in. She didn't break away, she just kissed and held on tight.

My dick was very hard by then and I had trouble getting it aligned so it wouldn't press against her. He took my dick in her hand and she asked me if I wanted her. She told me I could have her, that she wanted to be fucked. She had undone my belt by then and was unzipping my pants. She stood back and pushed her pants down to her ankles, she asked me if I liked her pussy. I asker her about her tits so she took her top off. The next question was where was I going to fuck her. If I wanted to fuck her on the carpet she was ok.

In the end we did it the executive way, she sat on the desk and I ate her pussy and then stood up and fucked her as she held herself up with her hands behind her. During the penetration she asked me if I liked her pussy, she asked me if I liked her tits. When I came in her she smiled. After it was over she sat on my lap and let me play with her tits and we kissed.

It didn't end there, she was from that day on totally available, she liked getting naked and letting me watch, she liked to kiss and have her tits played with, she liked to sit on my dick. She was hot all the time, her pussy dripped whenever I touched her or ate her. The more I fucked her the closer she got. When several months into this illicit office affair she told me that she had not been fucked since that night her father fucked her and she was glad it was me.

A young woman with a pent up need to be loved, to be kissed and fucked. But for me it was messing with fire, I was and am married and fucking a young woman work was playing with fire. She solved the problem in her mind, she changed jobs so I wouldn't be fucking an employee. When after a year I told her that I had to stop, my marriage was on the line, she asked me if it was because I didn't love her. But I do, I did that afternoon when she asked and I do today. I saw her last Tuesday, we went out to lunch. My wife knows, not that we talk about me fucking her, but she knows and for her own reasons I guess has never interfered.

She is a handsome woman now, not that shy girl I first fucked. She is a woman and wears it proudly, she likes her tits and the way she looks and she likes giving herself to me. She uses birth control but threatens that one day she won't.