I swung the chair around and looked at her fully, for the first time since she walked in. As I replied I "checked her out", in the few split seconds I had to look at her face.
"Ahh . . . yes, he is usually sat there, um . . . he must be about somewhere. Can I help at all?"

    I had seen her about the building before but had never spoken to her. She was possibly in her late thirties but probably early forties, she was of medium build and dressed well in a flowing dress. I also immediately noticed her eyes, they shone out from her face, big, smiling eyes that made her face look radiant.

    She replied, "Well, I have just received this fax detailing an invoice that has not been paid . . . it states that your department bought a book with the title of "Advanced Radiography," and that you have not paid for it.  Do you know if it was bought or not?"

    "Ah, I think we did and it arrived about three months ago but it was the wrong book so we sent it back . . . I'm sorry I can't help anymore."

    "Oh good, yes, that's fine then, I can sort it now, thank you."

    She started to walk away as she did so I had an urge to keep talking to her. Her voice was soft, lilting and very easy to listen to. I also wanted to keep looking at her face and her beautiful eyes.  "Excuse me but what's your name?"

    "Oh, Kerri . . . Kerri Shepton . . . and yours?"

    "I'm Dave . . .Dave Robertson . . . I'll tell Martin...."

    "Yes . . . thanks . . . goodbye."

    "Goodbye."

    Kerri then turned quickly around and walked out of our department. My gaze followed her all the way. She fleetingly looked back at me as she went through the
swing doors and she smiled again. I felt uplifted and refreshed. Kerri had done something for me and I did not even know what it was. She was at least ten years
older than me, not exactly a woman with a fantastic figure or outstanding beautiful  looks but she had something that had captivated me.

    I began to ponder the complications of sexual attraction, the theories of beauty and the biological urge and the unknown impulse that made me speak to Kerri. I had a drink of water and then got on with the serious business of wasting the rest of my day on the computer.

    Life continued pretty much as before that September afternoon. A new project came in and diverted my time wasting activities into more constructive work related
enterprises. Work briefs came in, computers whirred, graphics were drawn and designs flowed out of the department. I continued only to see Kerri fleetingly and at a distance.

    The latest project hit a hitch after a couple of weeks and we waited while a major decision on it was taken by the powers that be upstairs. Again the department fell into a lull, a few smaller projects were still in progress but nothing pressing. During the lull I was at lunch in the canteen with Alison, an old friend of mine from college, when Kerri came and sat down on the opposite table. She said hello to Alison and then made a point of greeting me very warmly. We both said hello back and carried on eating. Other people joined Kerri at her table. I tried not to glance over too often but I could not help it.  We finished lunch and left the canteen.  I asked Alison about Kerri.

    "Ali, who's the woman who spoke to us?"

    "Oh, you mean Kerri . . . she works in accounts . . . Kerri Shepton, why?"

    "Err . . . she came up to our department the other week, she seems really nice. I just wondered who she was."

    "Yes, she is really friendly. Why?"

    "I just wondered, that's all." I felt myself get a little warm, my face flushed a little.  Alison just smiled a knowing smile and shook her head.

    I left it there and changed the subject.

    I continued to see Kerri about the building, even managing to say hello now and again. She was very courteous every time and even managed to chat about the weather once. It was not until after Christmas and well into January that I actually managed to have any meaningful exchange with Kerri.

    It had been a very cold night, temperature down to about minus six, my car was sheeted in thick, glassy ice. It took about fifteen minutes to clear enough off the windows for me to drive safely. Traffic was especially heavy and slow. The rush hour elongated into two hours and made many people, including myself, late for work. I finally got to work about an hour late. The car park was quite full, people obviously taking the car instead of walking or cycling in the freezing weather. I couldn't park in my usual spot near the entrance to my department so I had to circle around the large car park looking for a space that was not too far from the building. I ended up at the other end of the building where I had never parked before. By the time I had got to my desk I was another five minutes late.

    Because I had arrived late, that evening I made up some of the time by working late. We had a tight deadline approaching and I really needed to put some hours in. However by six o'clock I had had enough. I would rather get in early than work late so I vowed to make the other hour up the next morning. I got my coat and scarf on and made the long journey to the car. As I neared it I realized that it was again iced over.

The driver of the car next to mine had just got to their car ahead of me and was trying to open the door. As I neared my car I recognized in the poor light that it was Kerri under the large overcoat valiantly struggling into her car. I was too late to talk as she had made it into her car by the time I got to mine. I eventually got in and started her up. My old Mazda would start every time, rain, shine or even on a freezing day.  I left her ticking over with the heater full and got out to scrape the ice. Kerri was still trying to get her Fiesta going. By the sound of it, it just wasn't going to start. After a few minutes the battery started to wane and soon just a click emanated from under the bonnet.  I could just see through the iced windows as Kerri smacked the steering wheel with her hands. She got out and over the noise of my engine ticking nicely away said

    "Hi Dave, bit of a problem, I don't suppose you have some jump leads?"

    "Hello Kerri, err . . . actually I do but I don't think your car is going to start . . . with or without jump leads."

    "Oh, are you sure . . . only . . . ."  her voice trailed off.

    For the next fifteen minutes I was hooking and unhooking jump leads, revving my car and Kerri was attempting to start hers. Still nothing. Finally we admitted defeat.

    Looks like I'll have to catch a bus . . . could you give me a lift to town, David?"

    "Of course . . . no problem . . . I mean . . . er where do you live, I'll take you home."

    "No, no it's too far out of your way, just to town will be fine."

    So we began the gentle negotiating that always takes place, Kerri finally relenting and agreeing but only if it was alright with me.  She lived in a little village about fifteen miles in the opposite direction of my journey to my town. Not that I minded taking Kerri home. In the car we started to talk about the weather again. The British and the obsession to talk about the weather. We use it as a filler and as a guard against talking about things that we are not comfortable with. So Kerri and myself started talking about the weather. Then about work and then about our lives.

    We neared the village up on the moor and Kerri gave me directions to her house. She lived in an old farm cottage on the outskirts of the village. She told me that the cottage had been a tied house for years but since the farm had been modernized it was sold to the tenants for a good price. That had been her auntie's family and her aunt had left it to her about five years ago. I stopped the car at the grass verge in front of her front garden wall.

    She then asked me in for a hot drink before my long journey home.  "David, would you like to come in for a drink? I'll get you a cup of tea . . . or coffee"

    It was the way she spoke my name, I was enthralled. I probably answered too quickly and too enthusiastically as well. "I'd love to!"

    "Great." She said and got out of the car.

    She had said "great".   I pondered if this had any meaning.  I followed her through the gate and up the path to the front door. She took off her glove, pulled a key from her handbag and opened the door.  "Come in" she said flashing me those beautiful eyes and smile as she walked through the door. I had no choice, I had to follow.

    We sat at a big oak table in the warm kitchen and waited for the tea to brew in the pot in the center of the big oak table. Kerri retrieved biscuits from a cupboard and put some on a plate. It was a very old fashioned house and the kitchen had a cozy, homely feel. The Labrador dog that had growled at me as I entered now lay supine under the table. A word from Kerri had stopped the growling and as I helped Kerri out of her coat and followed her into the kitchen the dog had almost become friendly towards me.

    "When the heating picks up we can go into the lounge but it's always warmer in the kitchen when I first get home,"  Kerri explained.

    While the kettle had boiled Kerri had gone and got changed, saying that she liked to be out of her "work clothes" as soon as possible. Kerri now wore a thin black wool sweater and a tan colored pair of riding jodhpurs. Now that she was out of her flowing dress that she wore at work I could see Kerri had a "classical" figure, very shapely and I found it very attractive. Kerri poured the tea and started to talk about her life in a bit more detail. Kerri had been married and had got divorced eight years ago, her husband had not wanted children and his selfishness had finally forced them apart after ten years of marriage. Kerri explained that the farm cottage left by her aunt had finally allowed her to create a "nice, comfortable" life of her own. I then told her that I had also been married but for only five years and that my wife had just grown apart from me and we split up almost as a natural progression. I explained that my marriage had felt empty and that something was missing, a void that I could not quite pin down. Kerri nodded and smiled and suggested we move into the more comfortable lounge.

    Kerri's lounge was a comfortable room with a beautiful wooden floor, nice big easy chairs, lovely pictures and shelves packed with hundreds of books. She then spoke about our first meeting.

    "I remember the day I came down to see Martin about that fax. You were so helpful and polite . . . a perfect gentleman actually . . . that did impress me."

    I started to blush a little at her compliments.  "It doesn't cost anything to be polite, Kerri," I replied.

    "And you asked me my name and I thought to myself 'there's a well brought up young man.'" I felt my face grow redder, Kerri continued.

    "I make no apologies but I am strictly old school myself. 'MColletters maketh the  man.' people demand respect immediately these days, well people have to earn my respect first."

    I agreed with her wholeheartedly, expressing that respect for other people and being courteous and polite should be the cornerstones of education. Kerri beamed her lovely smile and her eyes shined.  Encouraged by this I went on by saying that the schools today had a lot to answer for in the breakdown of these values and that in my day we were taught by example and by a strict discipline that was now sadly lacking.  Kerri murmured her approval of what I had said and almost wistfully cocked her head to one side and seemed to slip into a daydream for a few seconds.

    "Yes," she said, almost in a whisper. "Yes, that's it David."

    "I have trained horses and also my dogs and you only get out what you put in. People are exactly the same. The trainer needs to mould and shape, guide them with a loving hand but also a strict hand. Most importantly they should be rewarded when they perform well and checked and punished when they misbehave or are not up to my standards . . . BUT it should all be done with love. Then they will reward you with service for the rest of their lives."

    As she finished speaking she patted her Labrador that was obediently at her feet and the dog licked Kerri's hand. I saw the love and respect that exited between the dog and this lovely lady.

    "I almost envy that dogs life,"  I replied with a small joke filled  laugh at the end of my comment.

    Kerri smiled her beaming smile. "Thank you." she said. "That's a really nice thing to say."

    I suddenly realized that I had a squash court booked for 7:30. I asked if she would forgive me leaving suddenly but I thought I might be late otherwise.

    "Yes, please leave now, if you must . . . you should never be late. I thoroughly disprove of lateness . . . I am a bit of a stickler for punctuality."  I also agreed that I hated being late. Kerri got my coat and helped me put it on in order to brave the elements. I then said my thanks for her hospitality and that I would love to do it again sometime. She saw me to the door and then let me go back out into the cold and shut the door on her comfortable world.  The car fired up first time. I smiled to myself and my good fortune and accelerated up the narrow lane and through the village.

    That night I played squash but just could not get into the game. The concentration and co-ordination were well below my usual game and after twenty minutes I feigned injury and packed it in.  My playing partner seemed somewhat relieved as the game was so one-sided.  Later on at home I was restless and went to bed early. I lay in bed thinking about Kerri and her ample figure, the large breasts that jutted out as she sat in the easy chair, the shapely thighs. I fell asleep.

    I awoke at one thirty in the night, the digital display on my radio clock alarm bathing the room in an eerie red glow. I put the radio on and listened to talk radio, hoping the listener phone in would send me to sleep. I remembered Kerri and the black jumper and riding jodhpurs and the marvelous figure that gave those garments their shape. I became aroused and my penis started to grow hard. I flicked the radio off and then with my right hand I started to softly trace my fingertip from my thigh across the top of my leg, slowly, slowly up the length of my stiff penis. I was wet at the end and traced my finger across the wetness and circled it around the end of my cock. My mind raced as my mind fantasized; Kerri's breasts free from her clothes, her nipple hard in my mouth, Kerri riding above me, the trunk of my body encased by her thighs, I was masturbating hard now and as I reached a peak of ecstasy my stream of consciousness flowed free. My brain boiled as I started to orgasm, my right hand now in slow motion, pumping my throbbing cock as my left hand held my balls. In my mind I was kneeling naked at Kerri's feet, masturbating for her pleasure, her hand caressing my cheek as I licked and kissed her hand. I saw flashing lights in my closed eyes as my cum oozed and spat out in ever smaller spurts over my stomach and I lay quite still, almost exhausted and empty of any meaningful thought. Moments later with the last thing I remember being the digital readout of the clock showing one forty-seven, I fell into a torpor.

    I awoke late, the alarm on my radio failing to go off. I must have flicked it off as I messed around with the radio in the night. It was another freezing morning and I was already running thirty minutes late. I moved to get out of bed and I remembered masturbating as I realized the mess I had not cleaned up in the night. I jumped up and raced into the bathroom for a shower. Twelve minutes later I rushed out the front door, no breakfast and no sandwiches made. The car started first time, cleared the ice and then joined the now horrendous rush hour traffic.

    Late again I pulled into the car park to find all the spaces at my end of the building full again. Spotting Kerri's car I drove over and parked in the same spot. I wondered how Kerri had got to work and what she would do with her car?

    After arriving at my desk and starting my computer, I opened my e-mail and there in my in-box was an e-mail from Kerri.  Quickly I opened it up and read her message:

    "Hello David,

    Many thanks for your act of kindness when you gave me a lift home last night. I also enjoyed your company and I hope we can maybe meet up again but under less inconvenient circumstances. I do hope you were not late for your squash match.

    Kerri"

    I quickly composed a reply.

    "Hello Kerri,

    It was a real pleasure to be of assistance to you last night and I only wish that I did not have to rush off to play squash as I was also enjoying your splendid company. I would love to meet up again and have a drink and a talk with such a charming and interesting lady as yourself.  If you need another lift home tonight then please do not hesitate to ask me.

    David"

    After I sent the e-mail I thought about my masturbating in the middle of the night. Kerri had turned me on. That was quite shocking to me, of all the women that I could have thought of it was Kerri's image I had conjured up and manipulated in my mind and had made me orgasm quite delightfully. I felt a slight guilt but I did not know what for. I wondered about the powerful feeling I had felt well through me as I had imagined myself kneeling naked at her feet, just as the dog did, with her soft stroking hand, as I myself stroked my manhood. I wiped the thoughts from my head and started to pick up my work from where I left off last night.

    Just after lunch Kerri called me on the phone. She said, "Hello David, it's Kerri. The garage just called and have said that they will have the car ready by tomorrow so I am a bit inconvenienced for getting home tonight. Would you mind taking me home again tonight?"

     I eagerly said "Yes, it is not a problem at all."

    "That's wonderful," Kerri replied.

    "I will be in the same spot as last night, at six sharp," I added.

    "Yes," she said, "I know you will . . . see you then," and put the phone down.

    For the rest of the day I was clock watching. The small hand slowly worked its way around until it was time to go. I got to my car just before six and was sat warming it up when Kerri opened the door and got in. Forty minutes later I was again sat in her lounge drinking tea and this time eating a piece of ginger cake. Tonight Kerri had on a pair of black jodhpurs and a deep red jumper. She also sat in the chair next to me, which made things seem a little bit more intimate.

    We talked about work, and the people that worked there, swapping little pieces of gossip and the latest rumors that we had heard. About an hour later I needed to go to the toilet and asked where it was, Kerri quickly jumped up and showed me the stairs and pointed to the first door at the top of the stairs. As I came out of the small toilet and descended the stairs I noticed a stunning picture that was hanging over the stairwell.  It was an incredibly striking women, dressed in all in black with a dark fur draped over her outstretched arm and continued around her back. In her outstretched arm's hand she had a taught, thick dog chain that went to a big collar on the neck of a black greyhound dog. This image stood out on a white background with nothing else in the picture.  I stood stock still and lingered over such a startling composition. The woman wore a fancy head garment, with a kind of plumage billowing out of the top. She was very thin and the dress was drawn very tight and I noticed an outline drawn that indicated the top of the legs, through the dress. Kerri's voice snapped me from the picture.

    "Ah, do you like her?" I looked down the stairs and Kerri was standing at the bottom, smiling up at me. "I wondered where you had got to?"

    "I think that is absolutely stunning" I replied, "who's it by?"

    "It's by an artist called Erte, it's only a print, it's called Symphony in Black . . . I have some more of his work about the house but that is one of my favorites. I'm glad you like it."

    I slowly descended the stairs while still looking at the picture, Kerri smiled and in a hushed tone said, "it's very powerful, isn't it?" I just slowly nodded in agreement and went and sat down.

    We then started to talk about art and the artists we both liked. Finally it was time I made a move and indicated that I had to go. She smiled and said that it was lovely talking to me and that she enjoyed my company. I felt myself blushing slightly as I stumbled out a reply.

    "I also enjoy your company  . . .  thank you for your wonderful hospitality . . .  err,  are you fixed for a lift tomorrow morning?"

    "That's kind of you to offer but I am picking my car up from the garage in the village before coming to work?"

    "Oh," I replied trying to hide the disappointment at not being able to be of assistance. "Well I'll best be going then," I added. As I left Kerri's cottage I felt a sudden emptiness, the broken car that had drawn us together was now repaired and my delightful experience of her company was now at an end. Kerri then spoke as I went out again into the cold night air.

    "Thank you, David, I'll be in touch" My face must have lit up as she spoke those few words because she smiled and waved before shutting out the freezing darkness.

    That night I again could not sleep, I lay in a fitful state between this world and my dreams. I dreamed of a women in a long black flowing dress with loose black
greyhounds running in a field, then Kerri was speaking to me and I gazed at her voluptuous form in a black jacket, white jodhpurs with riding boots standing before me. As she stood in front of me, she smiled and slowly lifted the heavy chain dog leash in her right hand that looped to a sturdy collar that she held in the other. I fell on my knees as she approached and bowed my head. She then slipped the collar around my neck and then stroked my hair. I licked her hand as she put her fingers against my cheek and I awoke in a start.

    I lay in a state of shock at what had just happened. It almost seemed real and I was fully aroused at the images that had run free through my mind.  I got up and went downstairs in the cold to make a cup of tea. This woman Kerri was in my every thought and even now in my sleep.  I had to try and get back to reality and snap out of it. I made the tea and took it back to bed with me. I lay in bed reading for about twenty minutes before finally switching the light off and laying in the dark trying to get to sleep.

    The images kept returning, of the woman in the print, tall, serene and proud. Kerri taking the woman's form and holding the lead to the dog. Kerri patting the supine dog at her feet and the dog licking her hand. Me licking her hand, me abasing myself at her feet and wanting to be stroked and petted. The alarm went off, it was Friday morning, six o'clock and I felt like I needed a good nights sleep. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. I looked haggard. I showered, hoping that it would wake me up, had breakfast and changed and drove to work.

    At work I tried to forget about the previous night and got on with some work. I still felt tired and I got a few remarks from my colleagues about partying too hard. I just smiled and got my head down on the job. At eleven I needed caffeine, badly, so went to the little Kitchen on the third floor to make some strong coffee.  As the kettle boiled, I looked out of the window across the car park and noted the new weather system that was just starting to come over. The temperature was rising and it looked like rain. I shook my head and thought about the last few days, Kerri's voice came from behind me.

    "Hi David, is something wrong?" I slowly turned around and Kerri exclaimed, "gosh, you look tired, are you not feeling well?"

    I spoke in a low voice, "I'm just really tired, I . .  um . . . didn't sleep too good last night."

    "Oh, any reason?"

    "I don't know," I said and sat down on a chair by the window.

    "Oh, I was going to invite you over tomorrow afternoon for tea but if your not well."

    "That would be really nice," I said

    "Good . . . and we can try and sort out what's wrong with you . . . about three o'clock?"

    "I'll be there," I said. Then Kerri smiled and left the kitchen.

    That night through sheer exhaustion I slept like a dead man. Nothing woke me and nothing would have. The alarm was not set and I slept blissfully on into the late part of Saturday morning. I got up, showered and shaved and put on my smartest casual clothes. On my way over to Kerri's cottage I stopped off and bought a bottle of Chardonnay and some Belgium chocolates. I felt great again and good about myself. On arriving Kerri met me at the door and was dressed in a long black dress and also a black velvet choker. She looked great to me and seemed very relaxed. She was charming and elegant as she invited me in and made me a drink.  I gave her the presents and she gracefully accepted them.

    She had made pasta and we ate in the kitchen at the oak table, Kerri explained that it was more relaxed and less formal than her dining room. After tea we sat again in the lounge, sitting directly opposite me and while looking me in the eyes she immediately asked me a difficult question.  "David, is there something bothering you?"

    I paused for a few seconds, my mind racing with many thoughts before answering,
"I, err, I really like you Kerri, in fact I  . . . err . . . I feel very attracted to you." My heart beat loud and strong and I felt a bit giddy and breathless. Was it the wine? I didn't care, I carried on, picking my words with care, "I think you are a wonderful person, someone I admire." I felt a weight press down on my chest, I waited for Kerri to speak. A few moments passed before she replied.

    "I think I already knew that," she slowly replied. I was just about to speak again but she continued, "David, you have many fine qualities that I like and I am pleased to observe in a man, especially a younger man, it is a rare thing these days but I also demand more than just those qualities."  She paused to pick up her glass and sip her wine, I was mesmerized. I watched her carefully put her glass back down as she continued, "I think it is only fair to tell you before we go on that in my relationships I am quite demanding." She smiled and again took the glass and another sip.  "I look for a partner that is compatible to my life and my way of thinking. I seek a relationship that is more dynamic than the type that a lot of other people prefer. I like to be more in control of the situation, more centered to my life . . . I also expect a lot of respect and courtesy."

    This time Kerri almost finished the wine in her glass, just leaving a thimbleful. She held the glass in her hand, looking at the light through the glass.  "I am a very hard woman to please some of the time but I do like to be pleased and you will certainly know if you displease me."

    And she turned and looked at me with her beautiful eyes that now gleamed with pride and also passion. I did not know what to say. Kerri smiled and took the last nip from her wine glass, then she held it up to the light then slowly, looking at me in the eye, held it by the stem towards me. I quickly got up and poured her another glass of wine from the bottle nestled in the cooler. As I finished pouring Kerri said,  "wonderful" I put the wine back in the cooler and sat down. As I did Kerri said "I think you are showing some promise" and took a sip from her replenished glass. I murmured a thank you for her compliment and just sat there trying to remember everything that she had said.

    The conversation then drifted for a while and we talked about books and art. I then distinctly felt that it was time to go. I got up and thanked her for a wonderful afternoon and evening. As I got to the door, with my coat on, Kerri spoke again, "David, please go and think carefully about what I have said to you. I will give you until next Friday but then I must have an answer. You will either say yes and I will let you serve me or no and we will continue our lives separately."

    I looked into her eyes,  they seemed very mellow now but I saw a hard passion that lurked there, I mumbled a goodbye, turned and opened the door and fled down the path to my car.  
   

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