Graham Mansfield was
the manager of Finchbottom Furniture Palace and was fast approaching his
fortieth birthday and he had lost his heart to his new assistant Wendy Wythe,
who was his junior in more than one respect because she was 12 years younger
than him.
She was what was
termed in the 21st century as mixed race, but in that regard, he did not
consider himself to be her superior he just adored her.
He was her boss certainly;
he was older than her undeniably but he was not better than her.
Some of his employees
however thought she was inferior but not him.
He wasn’t entirely
sure what her heritage was, and he thought it indelicate to enquire directly,
but the result was most pleasing to his eye.
He thought of her as
his demerara girl, because she was as sweet as sugar and her skin was a
beautiful soft brown.
It was the August bank
holiday and the store had closed an hour earlier, the rest of the staff had gone
home, and Graham and Wendy were just finishing up.
Wendy had done the
walk round of the shop floor, while Graham did the same on the basement level,
and then she sat herself on one of the large corner sofas at the back of the
store adjacent to the top of the stairs.
In reality she was
draped more than sat and as he appeared from below, he swallowed hard when he
came upon her.
“Have you finished?”
he asked trying to appear indifferent
“Yes, all done” she
replied “Why don’t you sit down for a moment”
“Ok” he replied dry
mouthed but sat on the opposite end of the suite.
“That won’t do” she
said to herself
So, she got up and
walked over to him and sat on his knee.
“Oh, dear me” he
exclaimed quite flustered
“Do you know what this
means?” she asked
“No” he replied
“It means this” she
said and put her arms around his neck and kissed him full on the mouth, a hot
liquid kiss, passionate yet measured.
This served to stir
his loins and stiffen his shaft which was directly beneath her buttock.
He felt it twitch and
when she stopped kissing him and smiled he knew that she did to.
Wendy was wearing the
company uniform of a royal blue skirt and white blouse with a loose style bow
arrangement at the throat.
She loosened it off
until the two halves fell down her front then she began undoing the buttons of
her blouse one, two, three, at the point she began to do the fourth, he stopped
her.
“Let me do it” he said,
and she giggled like a schoolgirl.
He looked down as he
slowly undid another button then another and then another until it was opened
to the waist.
Graham tugged roughly
on each side of the blouse to free it from her waistband and when Wendy
breathed in to aid him in his task it came out easily.
Wendy buried her face
into his neck, and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.
He looked at his
demerara girl, his sweet confection with her lustrous soft brown skin, a
honeyed morsel wrapped in white silk.
“I knew you wanted me”
she purred and kissed his neck
“Since the first
moment I saw you” he remarked and the breaths on his neck grew stronger and he
slid his hands inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they
traversed her landscape like it was a sensual survey and then they found the
fastener on her bra and opened it.
Just visible beneath
the displaced bra inside her pristine shirt he saw the tantalising glimpse of
her sweet caramel delights.
His eager hands slowly pushed the white lace bra upwards to expose her plump
brown muffins and their precious chocolate peaks and his cock twitched again.
Then came the moment
he had envisaged many times, the moment his hands cupped the perfectly formed
prizes he had coveted since he first spied down the front of Wendy’s summer
dress at her interview just a few short months before.
He couldn’t have them
on that day, and thought he would never have them, but he had them and they
were sublime, firm yet pliant, round like sweet puddings the shade of demerara,
topped with muscovado-coloured teats, stiffening to his touch.
Her breath was panting
now interspersed with low murmurs and while he toyed with her delightful confections,
he planned his next move.
He lured her lips away
from his neck and kissed her fervently and put his hand on her knee and moved
it slowly along the inside of her thigh, she trembled beneath his touch, but
her legs opened up to his hands advance nonetheless.
His hand crept ever
further along her thigh and as his fingers were within a fingertip of reaching
their target he stopped.
“What’s wrong?” she
asked urgently
“Nothing” he said
“Did I do something
wrong?” she asked in panic
“Of course, not” he
replied reassuringly
“Then why did you
stop?” Wendy asked in confusion
“Because I don’t think
it’s right” Graham replied
“You don’t want me
then” she said forlornly
“I don’t want you
here” he said
“I don’t understand”
she said with a confused expression
“I want you on that
new luxury King-size four poster downstairs” he clarified, and the confusion
disappeared from her expression, and she leapt up off his lap and ran for the
stairs
“Come on then, old
man” she taunted
By the time he got
downstairs his demerara girl was kneeling in the middle of the bed wearing only
her white lace panties and holding her blouse in front of her but as he reached
her, she said
“These are for you”
And let her blouse
drop to reveal her beautiful naked confections.
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