Ok, where do I begin? I had turned 37 and was working as head of marketing for this multinational company in their London office. The UK outfit was fairly small compared to the states but we had a nice group of around 80 people at our site. In my team I had 7 people which occasionally wasn't enough and I would go looking for help from other staff member during busy times.
One person I had always asked for help was Nadia. She was PA to the 3 directors we had. She wasn't always busy and when the directors travelled, which was frequently, Nadia welcomed the opportunity to help out. She was sociable but always highly professional which I think is how she came to be working in a position of trust for the directors.
Nadia was 5'5" with long black hair and lovely pair of tits. In fact they were outstanding but she normally dressed quite conservatively and always kept them covered. At most it would be a smart shirt with a couple of buttons open in the summer.
I had been married for seven years and had two kids. No cheating, at least not on my part, and certainly no fooling around with people from work. I did enjoy the company of the women at work and Nadia became someone I talked with more than most. Every now and then she would say the odd thing that would give an insight into the private person behind the professional but friendly front she displayed at work.
I knew she was married but had no kids and she talked about her husband in a very positive way. My relationship with my wife was built around our kids but Nadia shared interests with her husband and they did things together. It was a complete partnership. If I bought something, my wife would worry about the cost or try and talk me out of it. Nadia was always telling me about how she and her husband did things like go and buy a new computer together or play tennis together. My wife and I shared child rearing together and used our own interests as an escape. Nadia and her husband seemed to share their interests.
The contrast between her child-free relationship and my marriage was remarkable. I wasn't complaining though. I loved my wife and despite our ups and downs enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle and reasonable sex life. If anything our sex life was getting better as our youngest was now four and my wife felt like she was getting her body back for herself. We had sex two or three times a week and I even enjoyed the odd blow job every now and then. My wife was quite introverted and hardly spoke during sex. I had tried to coax a bit of talk out of her but never succeeded.
Back to Nadia. We occasionally worked on little projects together and attended the odd offsite meeting. I enjoyed her company and the more time I spent with her the more I began to think she could have a bit of a wild side. Every now and then something would be said. She was talking about her twice-weekly trips to the gym one day. I mischievously and without really thinking, asked her if it wasn't just an excuse to eye up the talent and too my surprise she agreed. "Yeah, absolutely!" she said. I didn't take it any further but I think she wanted me to know that she wasn't just the professional no nonsense PA to the directors. Another time she was talking about how she had met her husband. She started to tell me and then stopped. I encouraged her and she confessed it had been a one-night stand during a night out that grew into a relationship. There was definitely a wilder side to her. I would say about once every couple of weeks in conversation, we would stray into a slightly risqué area for a few seconds and then haul ourselves back. It wasn't flirting but it was signalling.
I had people off sick one day and needed to get a mailing out. So I rolled up my sleeves and set up in a large meeting room stuffing envelopes and boxing them up. Nadia passed by the door and offered to help. I accepted and we spent the next two hours chatting as we set about the mundane task of putting two sheets of paper into an large envelope, sealing it and repeating until they were all done.
Nadia's pile of envelopes was growing and in between glancing at her magnificent tits, chatting with her and stuffing my envelopes, I noticed she wasn't sealing them. I asked her and she said she hated the taste of the gum on the envelopes. "I'm not licking those," she said.
"Pass them to me," I responded, "I'll lick anything"
I looked up as I said it and saw her eyebrows raise and lower as I said that. She didn't look up but my comment registered or at least I thought so. Now in the past, that one comment would be as far as it went but it was Nadia who followed it up. There was silence as I ran my tongue along the gum on each envelope. Nadia had her head down looking at the envelopes.
"Give each one a proper lick," she said. "We don't want them coming open."
Now maybe it was just my imagination and looking back it didn't seem like a big deal but talking about licking with this woman was erotic. I think it might have been the tone of her voice and the fact her comment was totally unnecessary and a little playful.
Fast forward to three months later. Nadia and I are having lunch and I am telling her about a row my wife and I had just had the night before. Nadia told me it would be forgotten about soon and I said it's easy for her to say as she and her husband were perfectly matched and would do anything for each other.
"He doesn't do everything I want!" said Nadia. She almost snapped the words. I asked what she meant and she suddenly backed off and refused to elaborate.
"I thought the two of you share everything and do everything together?" I asked.
"There is one thing he won't do for me," she sighed, "But I'm not telling you."
"OK, it's your call, I'm not trying to pry but if you don't tell me then I won't be able to offer to do it instead to help you out." I was being cheeky now but playing the innocent. I had a feeling I knew what she meant but I pretended to have no idea.
Nadia played along with the cheeky tone of the conversation, "You wouldn't offer if you knew what it was." This made me think I my instincts were right. I could back off or follow up with more of this. I chose the latter.
"You tell me what it is and I promise you I will help you if I can...." I said.
"Not telling," she giggled.
"Suit yourself!" I bluffed in a friendly way.
