And then he kissed me.

And then he kissed me.


“Have you got any kids?” Lizzy asked as she handed me a cup of coffee on my first day at Haddaway and Tschitte Insurance Company.

“Two girls,” I smiled nervously, “the youngest has just started school.”

Lizzy and I talked when she took me on a tour of the offices; introducing me to as many people as possible; I chattered about my husband and daughters and explained that I had finally returned to full-time work for the first time in 7 years
Over the next few days we became quite friendly as we worked together gradually building up my confidence and workload; we usually had lunch with a bunch of her friends who were all younger than me (I’m 32) and appeared to have exciting social lives; even the married ones.

I joined in the conversation as they seemed interested in my daughters but I still felt old and dowdy in my drab clothes and boring haircut.

During the next few weeks I made an effort to update my wardrobe and even had a new hairstyle – a short blonde bob. The majority of women in the office wore dresses or skirts so I followed suit; nothing too short or revealing but as my confidence grew I began to feel good about myself and would join Lizzy and a group of her friends for a couple of drinks after work on a Friday night.

After a couple of months Lizzy told me that there would be some changes and I was going to become a part-time PA for an Area Manager who had just joined the company.

On the Monday of my new job I wore a nice A-line dress and a new pair of black shoes to meet my new colleague.

I tried to hide my shock when I opened his office door when I saw that he was coloured. For some reason I hadn’t realised that everyone in the company apart from one girl called Rhea, who was Indian, were white.


“Hi,” Sean smiled as he waved me into his office, “you must be Amanda.”

“Yes,” I gulped nervously, “I’ve been working with Lizzy for a few months and she recommended me for this role…I don’t know why.”

“Don’t worry; it’s all new to me too,” Sean smiled as he took a file from me and motioned that I should sit down.

As he flicked through the file he explained that he would only be in the office a couple of days a week so I would be responsible for his diary and logging all of his calls plus liaising with the Sales Team and customers.

We spent the next couple of hours talking about what he expected of me and how ambitious he was. As we chatted I did notice him stare at my cleavage a couple of times which made me feel a little uncomfortable but flattered nonetheless.
As a 32 year old married mother of two any form of male attention was welcome these days!

At lunchtime Lizzy came to find me and wanted to know all about my new boss. The girls were all interested and some even made lewd sexual comments about black men.

“You lucky cow!” Maggie laughed, “I get old man Thompson leering at me everyday and you get that gorgeous hunk to shag you across his desk every morning!”

I instantly blushed, “You can’t say things like that….I’m a happily married woman!”

“So am I,” she retorted, “but I wouldn’t mind a taste of whatever he has between his legs!” She then coarsely mimicked giving a blow-job.

The others giggled but I hid my face in my hands.

We worked quite closely for the next few days; gradually learning each others ways and habits; but he had an aura about him that meant I couldn’t help being nervous when I was around him.
Most of the other Managers and Directors were bland and boring but Sean was different. Not just because he was black but he radiated confidence and always dressed very well in expensive suits and brightly coloured shirts and ties. His shoes were always highly polished and he often wore tan or brown brogues with dark suits which was unheard of in our company and always made him stand out in a crowd.

After a couple of weeks; Sean and I were moving some boxes and files in his office when I stumbled and he caught me; one of his hands accidentally touching my breast.

“Ooohhh!” I gasped as I steadied myself.

“Sorry about that,” he grinned, “I just grabbed the first thing I could.”

I playfully scowled at him but couldn’t help smiling as I straightened my dress.

Sean chuckled, “Well…if that’s the effect falling over has on you; I’ll trip you up every day.”

Puzzled I looked down to where his eyes were fixed; only to see my nipples poking through my dress.

“Shit!” I said with an intake of breath, “That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

There was a sudden silence as we stood staring at each other for what seemed a lifetime.

“I’m sorry.” Sean grinned and shrugged his shoulders.

“It’s okay…don’t worry about it.” I stammered as I continued moving boxes; acutely aware that he was still watching my every movement; meaning my nipples wouldn’t go down making me even more self-conscious.

At the end of the day Sean apologised again for ‘you know what’.

“Forget about it.” I smiled.
“I don’t think I can.” He giggled and winked at me; making me blush.

The next few weeks fell into a pattern; Sean would work in the office on Monday morning then visit the Agents or customers for a couple of days, coming back to HQ on Thursday afternoon or Friday.

When he worked at HQ he would stay in a nice hotel on the edge of town; not far from where I lived and would occasionally give me a lift to or from the office.
My husband of 9 years, Nigel, didn’t seem to mind that a tall good looking black man in a shiny new BMW would occasionally call to pick me up at 8.30 or drop me off at 6pm.

Sean constantly complimented me and praised my work and the way I dressed so our relationship soon became very friendly and we even began mildly flirting. I guessed that he found me attractive and I loved the attention he gave me; even though we were both married. It was all harmless fun.

He told me that he had just turned 40 and had a 12 year old son.
After a few weeks: we were working together and as usual Sean was making no attempt to hide the fact that he kept staring down the front of my dress at my cleavage; which always surprised me as my boobs aren’t particularly big – 32b.

“Stop that!” I finally chided him.
“What have I done wrong now?” he laughed.

“You know what you were doing.” I playfully hissed as I narrowed my eyes and sat up straight to obscure his view.

“I’m sorry.” Sean grinned.

“You’re always bloody sorry…when I catch you perving!” I pretended to be angry with him but was actually revelling in the attention and he knew it.

“You forget how many lonely nights I spend in hotels,” he laughed, “and then you come to work dressed… all…sexy…don’t you”

I teased him by pulling a face and shrugging my shoulders.

“I can’t help myself when you’re around … so it’s no wonder I get ‘tense’…ha, ha, ha!” Sean looked truly smug as he leant back in his swivel chair puffing out his broad chest.


“Well you’ll just have to find another way of relieving your…tension,” I tried to look serious, but couldn’t, “or at least wait until you get home and see your wife.”

“There’s not a lot of chance of that these days,” he sighed, “that novelty wore off for Patsy ages ago!”


For some reason I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him sympathetically.

I knew exactly how he felt; these days my husband seemed more concerned about waking our daughters than actually seeing to my needs; so a long time ago I had resorted to furtive masturbation sessions on Saturday or Sunday mornings when Nigel gave the girls their breakfast then took them to the park or dancing classes. In the last month or so I’d really been looking forward to these sessions more than usual; even planning them for days in advance – ‘which sex-toy I would use; what I would fantasise about’ and I had begun ‘borrowing’ my husband’s ‘hidden stash’ of dirty magazines; reading the stories and drooling over the photos of couples and threesomes fucking and sucking.

Moments later Sean and I were standing in front of each other gazing into each others’ eyes.