We had been flirting during a company party, but nothing ever happened. She smiled, asked what I was doing there. She was in her late thirties, wearin... a knee-long grey knitted dress, black stockings and knee-high boots with high heels.I tried to engage in the conversation, but my eyes were measuring her up and down. She was quite petite, but had a nice bust and an incredible butt. Her short blond hair rounded nicely around her head. Her dress was clinging to her body. She asked if I wanted to. I move my eyes up to her eyes from staring at her large breasts. Oh, hey She responds enthusiastically, looking up at me over the top of her magazine, Want something? She asks looking a little confused as to why I want to talk to her, because of our age and sex difference, we dont really speek much. I dont answer her. Instead, I slowly move into the room, closing the door behind me. I cautiously approach her bed and take a seat next to her. I look down at my feet and if I was any more nervous I. We were both in our forties but, unlike myself, Lisa was a widow havinglost her first husband to a tragic accident. We hit it off right away andwere messaging each other two or three times a day. Very quickly we movedoff the dating site and were emailing each other directly and soon afterthat we exchanged phone numbers with me making the first call. So far sogood, and, if anything, talking over the phone only seemed to bring uscloser, emotionally that is. There was however one small problem,. Looking at the beauty across from him, Philip smiled to himself. He knew it was unprofessional for him to be dating his own secretary, and possibly even grounds for sexual harassment of cries of favoritism from other employee's but he couldn't help himself, or even make himself really feel guilty. She made him too happy for that. Feeling slightly uncomfortable, Philip started with the small talk, asking Carly how her aunt was. She'd said two days ago that she was going to visit her.