A Secretary’s proposition - True story…?
A proposition too hard to refuse…? A true story recounting a tale my Dad told me as a 16 year old, Driving to a football match together….
I was 16 at the time when my Dad, who was like my best friend, confided in me, on the way to the football match.
He’d been away earlier that week on a business conference with his secretary, a woman called Catherine, and it had involved an overnight stay in Bath.
Now I’d met Catherine earlier that summer, when I’d done some work experience, and to say she’d left an impression on me was an understatement. She was a petite woman, at a guess about 30 years of age (10 years younger than Dad) with short blonde pixie haircut and delicate elfin-like features, framed by a pair of little black glasses. She was also French, which made every word she spoke just sound ridiculously exotic and sexy to an inexperienced, gawky teenager, such as myself.
As we drove to the match, Dad told me how when they were driving down to the conference in Bath earlier in the week, Catherine had announced that she ‘didn’t want to sleep alone tonight...’
“I nearly veered off the road!” Dad said laughing at me as we drove on, “I mean. What do you say to that?” he exclaimed.
He went on to explain that though she didn’t want to be unfaithful to her husband, she wanted to ‘feel close to someone for the evening’, that she needed some ‘adult company’.
Even as a 16 year old lad, I knew where this was going…The very thought of another woman, especially one as sexy as Catherine, propositioning my Dad in such a direct way was strangely arousing to me, especially as Catherine knew he was happily married.
“Would you like to share my bed tonight, John?” she’d apparently followed this statement up with…
I looked at Dad, speechless, astonished at what he was telling me here - my cock hardening to his every word… Indeed, as we drove on, I had to adjust my trousers several times when he wasn’t looking to reposition the uncomfortable stiffy I’d developed on hearing the story unfold.
He went on to say he declined her, but Catherine had been undaunted, “Well the offer’s still there…If you don’t want to sleep in my bed, I’ll find someone else who does…”
My mind was racing by now and my cock tingling as I wondered if he’d weakened as the night wore on, as I already knew for a fact he found her very sexy too.
“So did you go to bed with her?” I asked, both aroused and scared. Scared at the implications if he said yes. What it would mean for our family. Mum was insanely jealous of Dad and his flirting and ability to attract women, seemingly way out of his league, like moths to the flame. Indeed he left his previous job on Mum’s insistence, after he seemed to be spending a little too much overtime ‘working’ with another colleague…
Apparently not though. Dad went on to say how she picked up a young guy - seemingly closer to my age than his - and had taken him back to her room that evening. Such was her sexual frankness (a French thing?) that she’d then recounted to Dad their night in detail, how the guy ‘went wild when he took off my bra’, but stressing that nevertheless she wasn’t unfaithful to her husband.
“I didn’t let him fuck me,” she’d told Dad as they drove back north the next day, “but I did have to do something to satisfy him…”
“And was he satisfied?” my Dad enquired.
“Oh he was satisfied!” came her emphatic reply!
“Makes you wonder what she did to him doesn’t it?” Dad laughed, looking at me, once more.
And all through the match I sat there wondering exactly that! What had she done to the lucky guy?! And what would’ve happened to us, our family, if Dad had instead accepted Catherine’s invitation…? Would he have left us for her? She was a whole different level to my mum in terms of sexual allure.
And then there was the nagging, but strangely arousing doubt in the back of my mind whether Dad was even telling the full truth? Was HE the lucky guy? Was he just using the cover of ‘someone else’ to talk indirectly or offload his experience to me, to boast about his exploits? I kept asking myself, could he really resist Catherine? Especially as I knew how much he fancied her himself, and that she’d told him that ‘no-one would ever have to know’…
When mum wasn’t around he’d often remark how hot Catherine had looked at work today. How he could see her stocking tops or her nipples poking through her little white blouse, or how great her arse looked in the little skirt she was wearing…How she loved to hear him compliment her…
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When we got home from the match, I made my excuses to Mum and dashed straight upstairs to the toilet. Locking the door behind, I sat on the loo and took my cock in hand. I thought of Dad’s story again and imagined this time that Dad had accepted Catherine’s offer - and that he had gone to her room that night.
Holding the tip of my cock I wanked furiously as I imagined Dad to be the one ‘going wild’ taking Catherine’s bra off, sucking and groping at her perky little tits, begging her to let him fuck her.
I thought of them holding each other close, exploring each other’s bodies, their marital partners blissfully unaware, miles away up north, as their respective other-halves kissed and stroked to mutual satisfaction, before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.
And as I thrashed myself to a climax I saw Dad agreeing to Catherine’s desire not to be ‘unfaithful’ to their partners, but nevertheless being unable to resist his secretary, as she knelt in front of him, his his fingers running through her short blond hair, as she sucked his cock until he filled her mouth with his cum, which she swallowed greedily.
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All these years later Dad will still occasionally bring her name up, when we’re sharing a drink or two, saying she was the sexiest woman he ever met. “Anything but the canal” was fair game for Catherine, he would laugh, as far as she was concerned, unless someone fucked her - she wasn’t being unfaithful. Perhaps that’s the measure Dad’s also going by, when he says he didn’t have an affair with her…?
After recent revelations from him about an overseas trip to the Far East, where he admits he fell for a Hong Kong waitress, then I have grave doubts…
And I’ve seen first hand how he behaves when he’s freed from the shackles of Mum for the night - out for the evening with delegates at an overseas conference or other such occasions, like the ‘Slow Dance’ Wedding that I’ve also written about …
So what do you think? Was my father able to resist Catherine all those years ago, or was it him that ‘went wild’ and who she shared a bed with that night at the conference…?
I was 16 at the time when my Dad, who was like my best friend, confided in me, on the way to the football match.
He’d been away earlier that week on a business conference with his secretary, a woman called Catherine, and it had involved an overnight stay in Bath.
Now I’d met Catherine earlier that summer, when I’d done some work experience, and to say she’d left an impression on me was an understatement. She was a petite woman, at a guess about 30 years of age (10 years younger than Dad) with short blonde pixie haircut and delicate elfin-like features, framed by a pair of little black glasses. She was also French, which made every word she spoke just sound ridiculously exotic and sexy to an inexperienced, gawky teenager, such as myself.
As we drove to the match, Dad told me how when they were driving down to the conference in Bath earlier in the week, Catherine had announced that she ‘didn’t want to sleep alone tonight...’
“I nearly veered off the road!” Dad said laughing at me as we drove on, “I mean. What do you say to that?” he exclaimed.
He went on to explain that though she didn’t want to be unfaithful to her husband, she wanted to ‘feel close to someone for the evening’, that she needed some ‘adult company’.
Even as a 16 year old lad, I knew where this was going…The very thought of another woman, especially one as sexy as Catherine, propositioning my Dad in such a direct way was strangely arousing to me, especially as Catherine knew he was happily married.
“Would you like to share my bed tonight, John?” she’d apparently followed this statement up with…
I looked at Dad, speechless, astonished at what he was telling me here - my cock hardening to his every word… Indeed, as we drove on, I had to adjust my trousers several times when he wasn’t looking to reposition the uncomfortable stiffy I’d developed on hearing the story unfold.
He went on to say he declined her, but Catherine had been undaunted, “Well the offer’s still there…If you don’t want to sleep in my bed, I’ll find someone else who does…”
My mind was racing by now and my cock tingling as I wondered if he’d weakened as the night wore on, as I already knew for a fact he found her very sexy too.
“So did you go to bed with her?” I asked, both aroused and scared. Scared at the implications if he said yes. What it would mean for our family. Mum was insanely jealous of Dad and his flirting and ability to attract women, seemingly way out of his league, like moths to the flame. Indeed he left his previous job on Mum’s insistence, after he seemed to be spending a little too much overtime ‘working’ with another colleague…
Apparently not though. Dad went on to say how she picked up a young guy - seemingly closer to my age than his - and had taken him back to her room that evening. Such was her sexual frankness (a French thing?) that she’d then recounted to Dad their night in detail, how the guy ‘went wild when he took off my bra’, but stressing that nevertheless she wasn’t unfaithful to her husband.
“I didn’t let him fuck me,” she’d told Dad as they drove back north the next day, “but I did have to do something to satisfy him…”
“And was he satisfied?” my Dad enquired.
“Oh he was satisfied!” came her emphatic reply!
“Makes you wonder what she did to him doesn’t it?” Dad laughed, looking at me, once more.
And all through the match I sat there wondering exactly that! What had she done to the lucky guy?! And what would’ve happened to us, our family, if Dad had instead accepted Catherine’s invitation…? Would he have left us for her? She was a whole different level to my mum in terms of sexual allure.
And then there was the nagging, but strangely arousing doubt in the back of my mind whether Dad was even telling the full truth? Was HE the lucky guy? Was he just using the cover of ‘someone else’ to talk indirectly or offload his experience to me, to boast about his exploits? I kept asking myself, could he really resist Catherine? Especially as I knew how much he fancied her himself, and that she’d told him that ‘no-one would ever have to know’…
When mum wasn’t around he’d often remark how hot Catherine had looked at work today. How he could see her stocking tops or her nipples poking through her little white blouse, or how great her arse looked in the little skirt she was wearing…How she loved to hear him compliment her…
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When we got home from the match, I made my excuses to Mum and dashed straight upstairs to the toilet. Locking the door behind, I sat on the loo and took my cock in hand. I thought of Dad’s story again and imagined this time that Dad had accepted Catherine’s offer - and that he had gone to her room that night.
Holding the tip of my cock I wanked furiously as I imagined Dad to be the one ‘going wild’ taking Catherine’s bra off, sucking and groping at her perky little tits, begging her to let him fuck her.
I thought of them holding each other close, exploring each other’s bodies, their marital partners blissfully unaware, miles away up north, as their respective other-halves kissed and stroked to mutual satisfaction, before finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.
And as I thrashed myself to a climax I saw Dad agreeing to Catherine’s desire not to be ‘unfaithful’ to their partners, but nevertheless being unable to resist his secretary, as she knelt in front of him, his his fingers running through her short blond hair, as she sucked his cock until he filled her mouth with his cum, which she swallowed greedily.
——————————————
All these years later Dad will still occasionally bring her name up, when we’re sharing a drink or two, saying she was the sexiest woman he ever met. “Anything but the canal” was fair game for Catherine, he would laugh, as far as she was concerned, unless someone fucked her - she wasn’t being unfaithful. Perhaps that’s the measure Dad’s also going by, when he says he didn’t have an affair with her…?
After recent revelations from him about an overseas trip to the Far East, where he admits he fell for a Hong Kong waitress, then I have grave doubts…
And I’ve seen first hand how he behaves when he’s freed from the shackles of Mum for the night - out for the evening with delegates at an overseas conference or other such occasions, like the ‘Slow Dance’ Wedding that I’ve also written about …
So what do you think? Was my father able to resist Catherine all those years ago, or was it him that ‘went wild’ and who she shared a bed with that night at the conference…?
vor 2 Jahren
I seem to recall that you may have written about Catherine in the past (all those wonderful deleted stories !)
I also think that the mention of a "a young guy, seemingly closer to my age, than his" is a deflection tactic on his part and he definitely received the oral attentions of Catherine and pumped a good thick load of cum down her delicate throat !
Good to see you back and looking forward to more of the same