Working as Engineer for an important construction firm, I often had to contribute efforts with my boss on important projects for foreign nationals. Over the months, as our projects started being successful, my burden of the work also increased voluminously.
My boss never really tried to grasp what was going on, though he held piles of valuable information on his laptop. Most of the time, he just wanted me to keep things running, and took credit for the good things whether he was involved or not. On the other hand, he is a real lady's man. One after the other, the most attractive women around would inevitably catch his eye and he would then put his handsome looks to good use. The stories of his various sexcapades were, in fact, the worst kept secret at our firm.
Once, gathering back up data for one particular construction project, I decided to secretly access his laptop and get some of the information I needed to complete the project in time and to pave the way to a promotion at my job in the long term.
For several months my wife Rachel wanted us visit her parents. Once again the project came at the wrong time. I therefore proposed her to go on her own, and I promised to join her once my presentation was over. Since the airport was close to the hotel where my boss and I were having an important summing up meeting prior to the presentation, I proposed that she accompany me.
I was pleased with the solution. My wife Rachel would be of help to keep company to my boss while I would go to look for his laptop. He would see no inconvenience to me bringing my wife, as I knew he would not turn down the company of a beautiful woman. However I chose not tell Rachel anything about my plan for it to have a better chance of success.
Over the months, after a hard day's work, I often spoke to her at great length about my job. She was well aware of the difficulties I was encountering, and our conversations about my handsome womanizing boss were often the highlight of our evenings.
Rachel and I reached the hotel late on the evening. My boss had arrived half an hour before and he came to meet us. I introduced him to my wife and left them to help get our suitcase to our hotel room. The boss and I had booked adjoining rooms with a communicating door, which was all the better for me. Then I joined Rachel and we took leave of my boss. In the room I asked Rachel her opinion about him. She told me "You were right, he is a real flirt".
"Why? Did he say anything?" I asked.
“He praised me a lot and said you are lucky to have such a lovely wife"
"He might be just right" I teased her.
The following day, leaving Rachel to herself, I met my boss in the seminar room made available for us. When the working session was coming to a close, I proposed that he joined my wife and me for dinner. He accepted gracefully. This was the opportunity I was looking for. I went to the hotel and asked Rachel to get dressed for the evening.
Five minutes after we sat at a table in the hotel's restaurant I excused myself. I needed to get our presentation on film for the following day. I could see in Rachel's eyes that she was not very happy with the arrangement. She didn't say anything though. I comforted her by saying it will not take more than thirty minutes. They only had time to order for a cocktail, and I would be back.
Of course I had already got someone from the hotel to collect the film for me. I therefore went straight to our room and through the communicating door, easily accessed the boss's room. I reached for his laptop and had hardly started copying the required files on my floppy disk when I heard someone coming towards the room.
Taking the laptop with me I hurriedly moved towards the bathroom and closed the door behind me, leaving a small slit so I could see who was coming. I was greatly surprised to see my boss accompanied by my wife Rachel. They must have got tired waiting for me in the restaurant. I was curious what pretence my boss had used to get Rachel to accompany him to his room.
I was soon to find out as my boss took out his photo album from his suitcase and started showing Rachel photos he had taken at various places in the world. Rachel always wanted to travel and I remember telling my boss about that once.
I could not come out of my hiding, as I had no excuse for being here, doing what I was doing. I therefore watched as he helped her flip through the album. Somehow my boss managed to graze past Rachel's fingers once or twice as he turned the pages for her.
Though she pretended not to notice I knew she was conscious what he was getting at and that made her nervous. She flipped through the remaining pages quickly, thanked him politely and got up to leave. She obviously did not want to encourage him. The boss got up and tried to get her interested with a painting on the wall of the hotel room. As they exchanged a few words, my boss told her "He won't be back yet. We might as well wait for him here only."
Though visibly uncomfortable, Rachel could not find anything to say. He moved closer to her and said "We aren't doing anything wrong, are we?"
He was now gently holding at her upper arm, looking straight at her. Rachel was looking away in an attempt to avoid his eyes on her. He gently lifted her face with his index finger and said: "When a woman blushes it means she is embarrassed or she is angry. Which one are you now?"
His voice was very gentle, like a caress on her, and she blushed some more. He moved his face closer to her and said: "Would it embarrass you more if I go ahead and kiss you?"
This caused Rachel to react. She moved back and managed to say " We...we...must not do that"
"My husband will be here any moment now," she said in between her breath.
"Had it not been for him you mean..."
“No " she quickly said, seeing her mistake.
"Then why?” he asked.
"You are a flirt. You must have been through this with many women before. I am not like... these women."
“I swear... I am really attracted to you"
“You must be saying this to everyone you meet" she said
“This is one thing that I have never said before"
“What?" she asked.
"This morning when I woke up, first thing I thought of you, of your legs as I saw them yesterday through your skirt...about how I longed to caress them right there. I thought of your mouth...about the way your lips delicately close on each other as you pronounce each word in a sentence...about the blush that appears on your cheeks every time you are embarrassed ...like now"
His words seemed to take her by surprise. He had moved very close, his mouth almost touching her cheeks as he talked. “When your husband asked to have dinner together, I realized it was the last chance I could get to see you once more...to watch your legs as you move up the stairs..."
She was now leaning against the wall, her face turned away from him. The tip of his finger was traveling all over the fine features of her face that offered them to him.
"I really want to kiss you ...even if you are to hate me for that...just one kiss"
It was more than she could resist. Her hesitation was less than half a second. She said:" Just ...just promise you will stop when I ask you"
A shiver went through my spine and all over me.
My boss never really tried to grasp what was going on, though he held piles of valuable information on his laptop. Most of the time, he just wanted me to keep things running, and took credit for the good things whether he was involved or not. On the other hand, he is a real lady's man. One after the other, the most attractive women around would inevitably catch his eye and he would then put his handsome looks to good use. The stories of his various sexcapades were, in fact, the worst kept secret at our firm.
Once, gathering back up data for one particular construction project, I decided to secretly access his laptop and get some of the information I needed to complete the project in time and to pave the way to a promotion at my job in the long term.
For several months my wife Rachel wanted us visit her parents. Once again the project came at the wrong time. I therefore proposed her to go on her own, and I promised to join her once my presentation was over. Since the airport was close to the hotel where my boss and I were having an important summing up meeting prior to the presentation, I proposed that she accompany me.
I was pleased with the solution. My wife Rachel would be of help to keep company to my boss while I would go to look for his laptop. He would see no inconvenience to me bringing my wife, as I knew he would not turn down the company of a beautiful woman. However I chose not tell Rachel anything about my plan for it to have a better chance of success.
Over the months, after a hard day's work, I often spoke to her at great length about my job. She was well aware of the difficulties I was encountering, and our conversations about my handsome womanizing boss were often the highlight of our evenings.
Rachel and I reached the hotel late on the evening. My boss had arrived half an hour before and he came to meet us. I introduced him to my wife and left them to help get our suitcase to our hotel room. The boss and I had booked adjoining rooms with a communicating door, which was all the better for me. Then I joined Rachel and we took leave of my boss. In the room I asked Rachel her opinion about him. She told me "You were right, he is a real flirt".
"Why? Did he say anything?" I asked.
“He praised me a lot and said you are lucky to have such a lovely wife"
"He might be just right" I teased her.
The following day, leaving Rachel to herself, I met my boss in the seminar room made available for us. When the working session was coming to a close, I proposed that he joined my wife and me for dinner. He accepted gracefully. This was the opportunity I was looking for. I went to the hotel and asked Rachel to get dressed for the evening.
Five minutes after we sat at a table in the hotel's restaurant I excused myself. I needed to get our presentation on film for the following day. I could see in Rachel's eyes that she was not very happy with the arrangement. She didn't say anything though. I comforted her by saying it will not take more than thirty minutes. They only had time to order for a cocktail, and I would be back.
Of course I had already got someone from the hotel to collect the film for me. I therefore went straight to our room and through the communicating door, easily accessed the boss's room. I reached for his laptop and had hardly started copying the required files on my floppy disk when I heard someone coming towards the room.
Taking the laptop with me I hurriedly moved towards the bathroom and closed the door behind me, leaving a small slit so I could see who was coming. I was greatly surprised to see my boss accompanied by my wife Rachel. They must have got tired waiting for me in the restaurant. I was curious what pretence my boss had used to get Rachel to accompany him to his room.
I was soon to find out as my boss took out his photo album from his suitcase and started showing Rachel photos he had taken at various places in the world. Rachel always wanted to travel and I remember telling my boss about that once.
I could not come out of my hiding, as I had no excuse for being here, doing what I was doing. I therefore watched as he helped her flip through the album. Somehow my boss managed to graze past Rachel's fingers once or twice as he turned the pages for her.
Though she pretended not to notice I knew she was conscious what he was getting at and that made her nervous. She flipped through the remaining pages quickly, thanked him politely and got up to leave. She obviously did not want to encourage him. The boss got up and tried to get her interested with a painting on the wall of the hotel room. As they exchanged a few words, my boss told her "He won't be back yet. We might as well wait for him here only."
Though visibly uncomfortable, Rachel could not find anything to say. He moved closer to her and said "We aren't doing anything wrong, are we?"
He was now gently holding at her upper arm, looking straight at her. Rachel was looking away in an attempt to avoid his eyes on her. He gently lifted her face with his index finger and said: "When a woman blushes it means she is embarrassed or she is angry. Which one are you now?"
His voice was very gentle, like a caress on her, and she blushed some more. He moved his face closer to her and said: "Would it embarrass you more if I go ahead and kiss you?"
This caused Rachel to react. She moved back and managed to say " We...we...must not do that"
"My husband will be here any moment now," she said in between her breath.
"Had it not been for him you mean..."
“No " she quickly said, seeing her mistake.
"Then why?” he asked.
"You are a flirt. You must have been through this with many women before. I am not like... these women."
“I swear... I am really attracted to you"
“You must be saying this to everyone you meet" she said
“This is one thing that I have never said before"
“What?" she asked.
"This morning when I woke up, first thing I thought of you, of your legs as I saw them yesterday through your skirt...about how I longed to caress them right there. I thought of your mouth...about the way your lips delicately close on each other as you pronounce each word in a sentence...about the blush that appears on your cheeks every time you are embarrassed ...like now"
His words seemed to take her by surprise. He had moved very close, his mouth almost touching her cheeks as he talked. “When your husband asked to have dinner together, I realized it was the last chance I could get to see you once more...to watch your legs as you move up the stairs..."
She was now leaning against the wall, her face turned away from him. The tip of his finger was traveling all over the fine features of her face that offered them to him.
"I really want to kiss you ...even if you are to hate me for that...just one kiss"
It was more than she could resist. Her hesitation was less than half a second. She said:" Just ...just promise you will stop when I ask you"
A shiver went through my spine and all over me.