Her name was Clare and she was angry with life and the world. Her husband had left her for a younger sweeter model, his secretary and this really pissed Clare off, not that he was such a big loss, but the fact she had played the dutiful wife for so many years when there had been so many things she wanted to try and had not because she was married. All the time not suspecting he was shafting anything that moved.

She studied herself in the mirror and new she was attractive, whenever she entered a room men’s heads turned even now, she was slim, with a lovely bust and long legs that were always encased in black sheer nylon stockings and on her feet either high heeled pumps, or leather boots. She smiled knowing from now on things were going to change. Not quite sure yet how that was going to be, but having the pleasure still of creating her plan.

It was almost a week later when she was reading the local paper and saw an advert for an office assistant to an elderly man, no experience, just a pleasant personality and friendly manner. She didn’t need the money, but she did need something to do and this maybe just the thing. She made the call and discovered it was a private house only about a mile away and when they discovered how close she was they offered her an interview that afternoon.

Dressed to thrill Clare looked up at the house which was huge, she had often passed this way before and marvelled at what an attractive house it was. The street was quiet and tree lined and all the houses large and set well back from the road with high walls and huge front gardens, and this one had an even bigger garden than most. She walked through the open iron gates and made her to the front door past the two jaguars, Range Rover and Bentley parked on the driveway. She nodded to herself with a small smile this was just the sort of place she should be.

She held out her gloved hand to press the door bell, but the door opened before she had the chance, she gave a little gasp of surprise. A man about her own age stood in the open doorway suited and booted he looked like a butler and Clare guessed that was exactly what he was. He smiled, “Sorry to startle you,” he pointed to a camera mounted high in the porch, “we see everyone as they arrive.”
“Oh I see,” Clare smiled too as she looked up, “ no chance for a door step salesmen then?”

He smiled and stood back to allow her to enter. She walked into a huge hallway with a fantastic staircase that went up in front of her and split into two just like in a country house. He closed the door and indicated she should follow him and led the way past the staircase and into the biggest kitchen she had ever been in her life, and then on out into a conservatory and again it was enormous and sitting at the far end in a large leather chair was an elderly gentleman watching her approach.

He spoke as she was still walking toward him, “Do forgive me if I don’t stand my legs are not what they were.” She indicated that was fine as the butler held a dining style chair for her to sit in. She thanked him and sat down.
The old man leant forward, “It’s Clare isn’t it, may I call you Clare?” It wasn’t really a question as he continued, “would you like a drink Clare, tea, coffee, water?”

“A coffee would be nice thank you.”

The butler spoke, “How would you like it?”

“White no sugar thank you.”

The butler left and there was just the two of them. The view from the room they were in was amazing and Clare assumed that all the grounds she could see were the gardens of this house.

“Now Clare,” she turned to fully face the old gentleman, “I’m looking for an assistant, helper, PA type of thing, someone that can help me to be organised with my memoirs and put it all together and to be company for me.”
Clare nodded.

“Do you have any secretarial skills Clare?”

“I was a secretary 15 years ago, but marriage means I haven’t touched a PC in anger for a long time, but yes I can type if a little slowly and file and organise an office if that’s what you mean.”

The butler returned with her coffee and placed it on a small table beside her. She nodded her thanks and he left.

She placed her handbag on the floor next to her and began to slowly remove her left glove 1 finger at a time like she always did and when off flattened it carefully on her lap. Then she repeated the process with her right glove, and it was then she noticed how intently the old man was watching her. As she flattened the right glove in her lap she looked and saw his eyes were fixed on her gloves his mouth slightly open and his breath a little louder than before.

She was enjoying this, she leant over and picked up the coffee cup and crossed he legs very slowly to ensure he would see she was wearing stockings, and by adjusting her seat slightly she was able to show a little stocking top on her thigh without being obvious which she now knew he would enjoy.

When he spoke his voice was quite thick, “Do you think the appointment will suit you Clare? Do you have any questions for me?
She was a little surprised, was he offering her the job?

“Well I don’t know the hours, or the pay, or what the job actually entails.”

She was having fun and slowly crossed her legs the other way again ensuring he had a good view of her creamy white thighs.
“I’m going to be totally candid Clare I see you wear soft expensive leather gloves and black stockings and you may think in these modern times I’m a dinosaur when I say how wonderful it is to see and what a delight this afternoon has been. I fully understand if you feel that comments like these are sexual harassment and will be happy if you feel unable to take the position.”

Clare laughed out loud a good laugh, “Harassment!! I’m not one of these flipperty modern girls that are scared of their own shadow, I love to be admired for what I am - an attractive woman, I adore my independence and the fact I can do what I want and if that’s to tease a man then so be it.”

The old man sat back in his seat and said with a laugh, “The job is yours if you want it!”
Clare still laughing replied “I’ll take it, but I’d be a bit happier if I knew what the job was and how much it pays and the hours.”
“Well the original job I had planned to hire someone for is dead in the water you Clare are very special and I look forward to working with you over the next few months to see what we can do.”

“What we can do?” Clare looked a little worried, “Should I be concerned?”
With a smile the old man leant forward, “Clare I am an expert at reading people and I am sure what I have planned will be right up your street. Just one question?”

“Yes of course ask away.”

“When you put your leather gloves on do they make you feel a little dominant?”

“A little doesn’t describe it really”, Clare looked thoughtful for a second, “it’s not something I’ve tried but I do have fantasies about having a man at my beck and call. I like the idea of being in control and rewarding and punishing as and when I see fit.”

“Have you had these thoughts for long?”

Again she looked out the window thinking before answering. “Yes I suppose I have I’ve never explored it though being married meant I didn’t allow myself to dwell on it too much I suppose.”

“Would you like to explore this side of your personality if I introduced you to someone, a woman of my acquaintance that could help you find your desires and pleasures.”

“Yes I think I would, but what about the job?”

“Have no worries my dear the job is yours and as to money, well I don’t like to discuss amounts but I have written a figure on this piece of paper, if it’s suitable then we’ll go ahead. “

Clare gasped when she saw the amount, “All that for me.” He smiled, “Yes Clare I know you will be worth every penny.”
Her head was spinning now, never in her wildest dreams had she dreamt of an income like that. God she felt wonderfully horny it was true, money was a fabulous aphrodisiac. She slowly took off her jacket and hung it on the back of her chair. Next she removed her white blouse revealing the tight satin corset she was wearing underneath. The old man gasped as she stood and placed her gloves carefully on the chair seat as she removed her skirt to reveal her suspenders and black stockings in all their glory. She was about to do something she would never had dreamed of doing a week ago! God what a change!

She smiled, “I don’t need to ask if you like what you see”, as she slowly put her butter soft leather gloves back on, taking her time ensuring each finger fitted perfectly. “I’m just sorry they are only wrist length I feel sure opera length would be most suitable with this outfit.”

“Oh my dear”, he replied his voice thick with sexual tension.

She tilted her head to one side her hair falling across her face. A wide smile showing her lovely even white teeth, “Where is your butler?” she asked in a coy girlish way.

“He’ll come when I call him why what are you planning?” the old man genuinely looked worried.

She smiled and squatted down next to his chair and slowly undid his trousers pulling them down and then his pants. His hair was grey but his skin was still soft and although small his rod was already starting to grow. Clare ensured he had a good view as her soft breasts moved above her corset and she began to slide his foreskin up and down. He groaned and started gently thrust his hips as she jerked his now harder cock up and down one leather glove around his rod the other now tightly holding his balls.
She was prepared for a long operation, but hardly before she had begun he was shooting his cum into the palm of her glove and she slowed and milked every drop until his balls were totally empty. There wasn’t huge amount as he was old, but enough and Clare was impressed both by the power of his orgasm and the size of his rod!

She looked up into his old soft eyes and smiled as she caressed the cum into his balls and cock, smiling she said, “Mmmm not bad I’m impressed.”

“Practice my dear, if you do something regularly at my age it is easier!”

She cocked her head to one side asking him to explain more as she leant forward and pecked a kiss on his now shrinking helmet.
“I’m very lucky my dear and have a vast staff and they keep me in sexual shape, however it’s been a very long time since someone as lovely and as young as you has taken me in hand so to speak.” He could see she was looking for something to clean them both up with.

“Don’t worry my dear Simon,” with this he raised his hand and the butler appeared from nowhere. Clare jumped as he must have been nearby the whole time, but he simply held out his hands for the gloves. “I’ll have these cleaned miss and returned to you as you leave.”
All Clare could think of to say was “Thank you Simon.” He took the gloves and turned as a pretty young girl came into the consevatory with a tray and knelt down beside the old man and started to clean him up with a flannel and towel.

God this was all very different to anything Clare had experienced before in her life, but she knew she was going to enjoy every minute of it.
With the maid still cleaning him the old man looked up, “Be here tomorrow Clare at 10 and I’ll have Simon take you to town to buy the things you will need for your job.”

Clare finished dressing and leaned over and kissed his cheek and thanked him as she left finding Simon in the kitchen on her way out. “Apparently you’re taking me to town to buy what I need?”

“Yes miss I’ll be ready at 10.”

“What exactly will we be buying Simon?”

He handed her her leather gloves now spotlessly clean and gently held her arm and guided her to the door. "I don't know I've not been told yet Miss. I'm sure it will all be revealed tomorrow and wonderful."

"Yes of course your right, I'm sure it will too." and with that Clare walked out the front door and down the long drive all the anger gone and her head full of excitement for the future.

To be continued. ..................