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By Tafod Arian (aled7@yahoo.com)

I had arrived in London from Switzerland and my adventure in Grindelwald with Jonathan and Jane (see 'The Climbing Hut : Part III) that morning and I went straight from the airport to one of my branch offices to conduct a surprise inspection of the operation. As usual on these occasions although I had had an hotel booked I didn't expect to need it. The taxi dropped me outside the modest-looking building and before long I was in conference with the Branch Manager, Peter, who was clearly awed by a sudden visit from the Company Chairman and Owner. This was a visit lacking real significance for me but it rapidly became apparent as the day wore on that it was extremely significant to him. As time passed his anxiety grew and he clearly felt that his job and his future were on the line. This gave me a power over him that I didn't really need because it soon became obvious that he had a very submissive and easily dominated personality. The eagerness with which he agreed with all my suggestions which slowly became scarcely-concealed orders was gratifying. Even more interestingly I caught his dark eyes flicking uncertainly over me when he thought I wasn't watching him.
During the day as I was working I gradually drew some personal history from him and it became more and more interesting. While we were having afternoon tea he confided shyly under my questioning that he had been married for eighteen months. He sat looking embarrassed, much younger-looking than his twenty-five hears twisting his fingers as he answered my probing questions. His wife, Louise, was three years younger than his twenty-five and worked as a secretary in the same branch office. I was beginning to turn over in my mind plans for the evening. I had to stay until tomorrow and I was not fond of hotels. It began to look as though I had found somewhere to stay.
Before I finally made up my mind I decided that I would have a look at Louise. I thought too that it was time to let Peter begin to get an idea how things were going to be. I pushed my chair back and stood up, looked at him, and said in my quiet commanding style,
"OK Peter, it is time for a tour of your operation. While we do I'll check out your pretty young wife so make sure you introduce me. While you are about it, you can tell her that you have invited me to dinner this evening."
He looked at me in startled shock. He tried to speak once or twice and swallowed uncomfortably. I could see his Adam's apple jerking with nerves. I did not give him time to answer but walked out of the room leaving him no option but to follow. I let him conduct me around the offices, introducing me from time to time to members of staff. I was polite but distant and he could see me watching him. He led me to a door at the end of the corridor which opened into a large open-plan area. Next to a window was a desk bathed in sunlight at which was seated an extremely pretty girl. I did not need his rapid inspiration to tell me that this was Louise. I looked at her for a moment before she noticed us. She was slightly plump and I could see from where I was standing that she had large, very firm looking breasts neatly encased in a very low-cut pale yellow summer dress which showed a deep cleavage displaying the upper third of her splendid bosom to advantage. She must have been wearing a very sheer bra because the sharp little cones of her nipples were evident through the thin material. She had a lovely long delicate aristocratic neck. Her long hair was styled casually unkempt and fell in rolls of tumbling blonde curls to her bare shoulders. As I inspected her I noted that she was rather lightly made up with a rather pale lipstick and her eyes nicely defined.
"'Bedroom-eyes'," I thought, with an internal smile.
She was wearing a pair of delicate discreet earrings but no other jewellery. I decided to have a good look at her so I just stood where I was by the door and looked meaningfully at Peter. He coughed delicately and Louise looked up with a start, putting a hand to her small mouth.
"This is Mr Evans, darling," he said hesitantly, "he is visiting the Company today and I have invited him for dinner tonight, I hope that is alright." The young couple exchanged a glance but I didn't move from the door. As I stood looking without comment at Louise the silence became too much for her and she pushed her chair back and stood up. As she did, she bent a little forward putting both hands on the edge of the desk. I looked with appreciation down into her bosom as the neckline of her dress fell a little away from her body and her cleavage deepened. I could see down the deep groove between her creamy breasts to the sheer cups of her bra and beyond to the darkness concealing her belly. She glanced quickly into my eyes and blushed slightly as she saw where I was looking and not troubling to hide my interest. She came around the desk and walked towards us.
"Very nice," I thought, "very nice indeed." Louise was about five foot six and very well made. I had already noted her breasts, at least 36C, and I ran my eyes over the rest of her trim figure. She had broad roomy hips and a slender waist supported on a set of really splendid legs, slim, sexy and encased in dark seamless nylon. The hemline of her short summer dress was at least five inches above her rather chubby knees. Her shoes were very neat, patent leather with at least a four inch heel, sharply defining the muscles of her firm young calves. She held out her hand as she was introduced and I took it and pressed it more firmly than she expected, looking into her blue eyes as I gently stroked my finger across her warm palm. I heard her sharp intake of breath and her flush deepened. I did not release her hand but stood looking into her eyes as she was held captive by my commanding grasp.
Her husband stood anxiously beside me knowing that something was going on but he had not yet figured out what. I smiled at Louise and caressed her palm again before releasing her hand. She gasped.
"So nice of you to invite me for dinner," I smiled, "please join me at my hotel for a drink before dinner.
Then I have a short meeting and I will be at your house about eight o'clock. Peter has already given me the address."
"I look forward to it," she said in a high-pitched breathy, almost teen-aged voice. I smiled again and just stood looking at her. As I knew it would, the tension became too much and she turned and walked back to her desk allowing me my fist view of her bottom.
This was really splendid. Some people may have thought it a touch on the large side but I thought that it was perfect. The plump firm cheeks of her buttocks stretched the thin silk of her dress and as she walked the line of her panties was clearly visible. Even more interesting I could se the slight bulge of what could only be a suspender. I continued to watch her as she sat, unavoidably giving me another brief flash of her cleavage, before smiling at her and turning to leave the room.
"Very nice, very, very nice," I said quietly, apparently to myself but loud enough for Peter to hear.
I heard him gasp and when I looked at him I could see a flush high on his cheek bones. I led the way back to Peter's office and automatically as though by right took his large upholstered chair leaving him standing. I sat and looked at him as he stood uncertainly, his cheeks still flushed. He made two or three efforts to speak before the words came out.
"Would you like some tea or a drink?" he finally asked me, anxiety in his eyes. I smiled at him and said nothing making it obvious that I was looking him over.
He was wearing neat trousers and a tight-fitting shirt with an unobtrusive tie. He was, like his wife, rather well made but stopping short of being plump. His pectorals were rather well defined raising little mounds under his shirt. I thought back with pleasure to Derek (see 'Derek and Susan'). Coincidentally, Peter and Louise lived rather close to my other captive couple and plans began to germinate in my mind to bring the four of them together. But I still had quite a lot that I wanted to do tonight before I could even begin to think of this. All this went through my mind as I sat looking at him considering his offer.
"Tea would be nice," I said quietly, watching him as he walked to the door and spoke quietly to his secretary. I enjoyed the sight of his plump bottom as the muscles flexed against the tight fabric of his trousers. Peter came back into the room and sat on a hard visitor's chair, legs crossed and his fingers interlaced around his knee as he looked anxiously about him, sneaking glances at me. I did not say anything but just sat watching him and letting his apprehension build. There was a discreet tap at the door and he sprang to his feet with a look of unmistakeable relief on his face. I watched his secretary, in whom, under other circumstances I may have been interested, bring in a tray with tea and biscuits which she set gently on the corner of the desk before giving me a shy smile and tip-tapping back to the door on her high heels, her trim bottom wiggling deliciously.
She was a rather trim tall pretty girl with fairly small breasts but with long red hair and very sexy long legs hardly concealed by a very short skirt. I looked at Peter without comment and he leapt to his feet and poured me tea handing it to me in a noticeably trembling hand. As I drank I kept my eyes fixed on Peter and the continual scrutiny was making him more and more uncomfortable. He crossed and uncrossed his legs finally trying with an obvious effort to control his nerves by again lacing his fingers around his knee.
I could see that he was uneasily waiting for my next words but I decided that enough was enough. I finished my tea, got up from the chair and walked to the door, turning to look at the concerned young man before I left.
"It is about four o'clock now and I have a meeting with the Financial Controller. You know where I am staying, your secretary booked the hotel. Be in the lounge bar with your sexy wife at six o'clock and don't be late."
I closed the door on his shocked face and went to complete my business for the afternoon having arranged my entertainment for the evening and, without my hosts realising it yet, my accommodation for the night.
After my business was concluded I returned to my hotel and had a drink and a shower. I dressed for the evening in my usual attire of black slacks and a black polo- necked silk sweater. I did not wear a jacket. Glancing at my watch I saw that it was approaching six o'clock so I made my way to the lounge bar and took a seat in a small alcove. There were two bunk type seats with a table between them and I sat on the outside of one of the benches and waited for the pretty pair who, unknown to them were to entertain me during my short stay.
I relaxed and looked about me. The room was almost empty. There was a couple of young women at the bar, clearly wrapped up in each other. I ran my eye over them with a secret smile. On another occasion it would have amused me to intrude on and to distort their relationship, leaving them permanently changed but tonight I had a more interesting diversion in mind. I sat thinking about Peter who had clearly been over-awed by the Company Chairman who had visited him in at such short notice to inspect and comment on the systems that he had instituted and had been, until now, totally responsible for without audit. However, the axe had now fallen and without warning I had appeared to assess his performance in guiding this small part of my Company's business and he also knew from my attitude during the day that much worse may be in store although, despite his apprehension, he did not know what. He just knew and had been unable to avoid communicating his feelings to me, that he found my presence both personally and professionally threatening. I had easily divined from Peter's attitude and responses during the day that he was a very submissive personality and I felt from my brief acquaintance with Louise that she was probably the same. While I was sitting musing about all this I saw a movement out of the corner of my eye. Peter and Louise had entered the lounge and were standing just inside the door looking round uncertainly.
I noted with amusement the Louise was holding her husband's hand. They had not seen me immediately as I was concealed in the alcove behind a large potted palm.After letting them stand and look around for a moment I stood up. I did not gesture, I just looked at them and that was sufficient.
Hand in hand the young couple walked over to me. I did not hesitate but reached out and shook the surprised young man's hand briefly.
"Hi Peter," I said warmly, "have a seat." I indicated the bench opposite where I had been sitting and he sat down automatically and rather warily. Without looking at him further I turned to his young wife and slipped my arm around her waist. I held her for a moment relishing the warm feeling of her body in my encircling arm. I dropped my arm a little so that my hand was resting on her hip and as I looked into her eyes I let her feel me run my fingers along her suspender belt prominent under the delicate silk of her dress. I had moved so suddenly that neither husband or wife were prepared for what was happening and both gave a shocked gasp. Louise's face became tinged with red and she tried to move from my grasp but I held her firmly.
Looking into her eyes I tilted her chin up and as the shocked and frightened young husband watched I kissed his pretty wife, sliding my hand onto her bottom and fondling the firm plump cheek of her ass as I did so. I just brushed my relaxed lips against Louise's tightly closed ones as I looked into her wide scared blue eyes without making any attempt to deepen the intimacy of the kiss .It was sufficient for now that I had established my dominance and begun to assert my right to her body by kissing her and feeling her up in public and in addition, demonstrating to her husband that he was unable to prevent what was happening. I tightened my grip slightly and drew her firm young body momentarily against me enjoying the firmness of her lush breast as it was pressed into my side. I held her to me for a moment and then took my lips from hers and smiled into her eyes before releasing her.
"Hello Louise," I said quietly, "please sit down." She made an effort to move to sit beside her husband but I firmly directed her into the seat on my side of the table so that she was trapped on the inside of the booth with her husband sitting opposite her. At my gesture the waiter brought a bottle of champagne and poured our drinks. When he had left I picked up my glass and proposed a toast to the anxious couple, "Here's to a happy, sexy evening and to getting to know you, particularly you, Louise, an awful lot better." I watched with amusement as they looked at one another trying to work out the implications of the toast and I half turned to give Louise a careful scrutiny.
Hoping that I wouldn't notice, she moved as far away along the seat from me as she could. I didn't say anything as I looked at my pretty companion totally ignoring her husband. She glanced quickly up at me and then dropped her eyes to her hands, twisting the long thin stem of the champagne glass in her fingers. Her breasts were heaving from the after effects of my caress and her cheeks were flushed. I could hear her rapid breathing, a combination of anxiety and reluctant excitement, although she didn't yet recognise the latter emotion. Louise was a very pretty girl I had decided when I met her earlier in the afternoon and now, studying her closely I could see that I had not been wrong. Her body was shown to absolute perfection by the revealing silk dress and as she raised her arm to take a drink the low cut arm hole of the dress revealed her pale yellow bra and the beginning of the side of her breast. I leaned back on the bunk seat and looked her over, making no secret of my interest and that I was ignoring her husband. Her flush deepened and I could hear his ragged breathing on the other side of the table. My eyes dropped from her flushed cheeks to her upper chest and she glanced quickly sideways at me.
I smiled at her as I let her see me openly assessing her full figure. The flush spread from her cheeks to her shoulders and her upper chest.
Her breasts were really magnificent and displayed to perfection by the delicate summer dress. The upper third of her breasts was bare showing a deep tanned cleavage which swelled out in a lovely curve. Her nipples were still evident through the material. Her breasts, although large, seemed to be confined in a relatively flimsy bra, needing little support. I dropped my eyes lower. From the swell of her magnificent bosom her body narrowed to a trim but not too slender waist and I noted a cute womanly swell to her stomach. It was not completely flat. There was a little bit of fat there but she was definitely not overweight. My eyes continued their journey down to the swell of her hips which, although broad, were in proportion to her breasts and to her height. She really had a magnificent lush womanly figure. She glanced at me again and saw me openly assessing her cute belly and her legs and took a quick nervous gulp of champagne. I interrupted my scrutiny of his young wife to look across at Peter.