We were at a restaurant the other day, beautiful day on the terrace, under the shade of an old and wise oak tree standing firm and hardy, a testament to the endurance of storms and wind, rain and baking sun over decades. The dappled light it filtered down to us through the bright green, new growth of spring leaves seemed to sparkle with ionized particles, you could literally see them floating in the air, suspended in time until gently moved on by a breath of wind.

I was obviously in a good mood and generous of spirit after a perfect lunch, a glass of cool white wine and I could still feel the bubbles on my tongue from the fizzy water. I thought that it had been such a good experience, someone had to be responsible for all this wonderfulness, so I asked to see the manager.

I could see the manager approach down the corridor, the interior light was quite dark, so she appeared to be emerging from a mysterious other world. Her bleached white blouse was the first thing I saw illuminating out of the shadows, there was a hint of movement beneath the white as she walked but it was concealed by the lapels on her jacket which her hands came up to adjust. The black pencil skirt hugged her hips and top of thighs in that chaste, constricting way that pencil skirts do, almost forcing her legs to cross over like a Victoria’s Secret model on the ramp. I could viscerally feel her inner thighs brushing against one another and I briefly wondered what underwear she had on, black to match her skirt?

She was in no hurry, looked like a person who knows her surroundings and is in control. She smiled as she came up to the table, her hair was pulled neatly back and tied in a ponytail, all very controlled but her hands, initially clasped together were now open in a how can I help you gesture. What struck me though were her eyes, she had a direct way of holding my gaze, clear and steady; “what you got” kind of challenge but somewhere, a hint of softness there, which suggested that she is a fair person, willing to hear you out, if you won her over she would fight in your corner, but also takes no bullshit.

I said that I had nothing to complain about and on the contrary wanted to thank her personally for running such a fabulous restaurant. Managers are often in the background dealing with situations, diffusing tension, planning, hiring, firing, it is a tough job and I wanted to recognize her contribution. Further to that I told her I worked in Corporate Wellness programs and asked if I could come around the next day and show her the type of assistance we think helps a stressful environment and leads to a happier workplace, no strings attached!

She thanked me for the compliment and she said 9am the next day would be perfect.

I arrived on the dot and our lovely manager met me at the front entrance. She was dressed in the same no-nonsense skirt and jacket as the day before with a crisp new white blouse, today though, her hair was tied up in a bun. She said the staff come in at 10 so could give me an hour to explain what I had in mind.

 I went through all the boring bits and then suggested to her that the proof is in the doing and asked if it would be ok to do a brief neck and shoulders, shiatsu style massage, on her, in her chair. Being the confident woman in charge that she was, she said that would be acceptable.

She stood up and we took her jacket off and she sat down with her hands in her lap. I stood behind her, we did a few breaths together, with my hands on her shoulders so we could connect a bit and then I went through the sequence of pressure points and soft manipulations around her shoulders, neck & scapula. At this point I became aware that her breasts were larger than I originally perceived the day before, filling out that white blouse and now I could see a definite swelling of her nipples through her bra and straining at the cotton fabric. Clearly, she was enjoying herself so I asked her if what I was doing felt good. Taking a deep breath and exhaling she said “oh yes, this is very destressing”.

Encouraged I suggested she lean forward and put her forehead on the desk, cushioned by some napkins and let her arms just let gravity stretch them out. This allowed me to work a little lower down her spine and across her back….it took all my willpower to not follow the line of her side and cup those wonderful breasts which were also experiencing that strange heavy weightlessness of gravity.

We got her sitting up again looking visibly more relaxed, if a little flushed. There was still some time, so I suggested a brief foot massage to end off. Our manager by this stage was very agreeable so I slipped off her sensible pumps and put her left foot on my thigh. The wet wipe to clean her foot was cold and a little ticklish which made her giggle but soon I was doing those long strokes which envelope the whole foot, top and bottom and make you feel held, like a child, slowly round and round, followed by some thumb roles taking me up to the toes and carefully, ever so slowly between each toe, it is like opening  doorways to different parts of her being, each and every parting of the toes, little finger, then larger finger.

I bend her knee up and follow the back of her calf. At this stage her foot is nestled on my upper thigh, close to my groin and I am getting harder by the second, she must have noticed because she shifted her foot for comfort, and not away! I am up to her knee by now, supporting her outside leg with my left hand whilst my right hand with a will of its own and no resistance from my lovely manager trails slowly down the inside of her thigh. With another deep exhale our manager’s leg stops supporting its weight and leans away leaving only one way for my hand to travel. I am finally going to find out what underwear she prefers!

I shift a little closer which causes her foot to lodge right up against my now aching hard on, just as I anticipate gliding over the elastic of her panties……...but there are none…..…. and my fingers come straight in to contact with her vulva which is primed and proud and bristling for some attention, her lips peal apart like a Namaqualand flower seeking the sun as I trace each lip between my thumb and index finger all the way up to her beautiful raised clitoris, everything is sopping wet and two fingers just slide straight inside her till I feel that little swollen nug of a walnut on the upper side of her vagina.

I am touching her as lightly as I have ever touched a woman, barely any movement apart from my own trembling, my thumb is resting on her clit and it is just her small movements moving my hand. Her breathing is a pant now and I can feel she is about to explode so I adjust my pace with short firm upward movements of my fingers against her pelvic bone and then all hell breaks loose, fluids are flying everywhere her body is jerking madly, her thighs are shaking, I have to lean on her just to keep her on the chair and then slowly, slowly she subsides with the odd involuntary spasm.

My face is pretty close to hers now and I whisper, “& that is pretty much how our wellness programs works”

Before I left she said I want to show you something, and took me through the kitchens. She said we have 5 mins before the staff arrived and she felt she could not let me go without some tlc of my own so we went in to the walk in pantry, she put two hands on the shelving racks and said, take me wellness guy.

Well, I can tell you, I did not need a second invitation, that pencil skirt was a pencil skirt no more when scrunched up around her waist, revealing two goose bumped round globes of her beautiful ass, tilted upwards by the arch in her back, begging to be parted.

Now, I like a good wham bam thank you Mam as much as the next guy, from time to time, but today was all about slow and gentle, so I savoured every inch of entering her, pulling out a little and then venturing further. When she had taken all of me, I undid her blouse buttons, luckily it was a front fastening bra and let those breasts fall into my welcoming hands, nipples hard again and then I am sorry to say oh best beloved, I could not hold back any longer and all hell broke loose again. I fucked her firmly with long deliberate strokes, she knew what she was doing, relaxing as I pulled out and squeezing tight as I pushed my cock forcefully into her wetness and in no time at all it was my turn to be a quivering mess.