With her husband already at work, Amelia lay on her marriage bed wrapped in her dressing gown. She was listening to the bustle of her twin teenage daughters getting ready to go to college; the distant sound brought a smile to her lips. Normally, she would have been down there, helping them get ready and then driving them both to the college.
But not today; Amelia was starting a new job, and with it, rekindling her interrupted career.
It was just a few weeks ago when she had applied for a position in the accounts department, a similar job to what she used to hold until she got pregnant with the twins. She had been lucky as despite needing some technology training she had acquired the vacant position.
However, Amelia knew that the real reason she had been successful in getting the job had been down to the handsome company owner, Mr Davis. From a distance, he had overseen her interview and had approved her recruitment. They had also briefly flirted when they were alone and Amelia had to admit to herself there was an unseen sexual tension between them.
“Bye, Mum,” the twins shouted, just before they slammed the front door.
With no time to answer, Amelia looked out of the bedroom window and watched the girls in their cars carefully navigate the house’s front drive. She was thinking that until today; it had been her that drove them to college, and that things were going to be different from today.
With the twins now adults, it was time for her to rediscover who she was. Have a life where she was an adult, where she felt like a beautiful, sensual woman, and not just a stay-at-home mum. With that thought, Amelia looked at the clothes her husband had laid out for her last night. Even today, she was still doubtful that they were the correct choice.
What did he know? She questioned. He worked for himself and didn’t have a dress code.
To calm her first-day nerves, she walked over to the full-length bedroom mirror and dropped her dressing gown. Amelia stood there naked, her toned figure looking back at her. She turned, then stretched and smiled. Her hands wandered across her body, then checked her full C-cup breasts before she ran one down to her dark curls. Her pubic bush edges were now trimmed after her early morning shower.
She smiled, as she was pleased with what she saw, her body still tight thanks to hours spent in their home gym, and her long dark hair framing a still youthful face.
What if I am now forty? she thought. Isn’t that just the new thirty?
Reassured, she slipped on her underwear, and her black, fifteen-denier tights. Then the white blouse and the short red leather skirt; it was this item of clothing she was the most unsure about. But it did make her legs look long and sexy, and once again, her mind wavered to thoughts of Mr Davis. To finish the look off, she wore a black jacket, black high heels and some gold jewellery.
With several final looks in the mirror and the realisation that her husband might just have been right, Amelia was set for the day.
As she walked to her car, she felt both nervous and excited. But just like the meaning of her first name, her overriding feeling was one of being industrious.
It was good to be back in the office.
Today was an orientation day, so there was a ten AM start, but it also came with a late finish, as she had been told she needed to be shown how to secure their floor and set the alarm system.
With deft control, Amelia parked in the spot as directed by the email she'd received. The basement car park still felt familiar to her, though she hadn’t parked there for nearly nineteen years. She looked around, and memories came flooding back. It was on the third floor of this very building where she had first met her husband.
The company they both used to work for had been sold, long after Amelia had unexpectedly fallen pregnant with the twins and then left. The twins had been a wonderful surprise, especially as, at eighteen, she had been tearfully told that it was unlikely she could ever conceive.
It was with that strange feeling that she carefully stepped out of her car and smoothed her red leather skirt down before walking to the lift. There, she took a deep breath and pushed the fifth-floor button.
As the elevator doors opened, there was a ping. For Amelia, it was an announcement that she had arrived and had stepped into a new career.
Her first task was to report to the Account’s Department Manager, Mrs Marcia Roberts. She was a slightly older lady who had interviewed her. She was also her direct boss. It was with an air of efficiency that Marcia spent the rest of the morning showing Amelia around.
First, it was the fifth floor, where she was introduced to the rest of the accounts team, and then she was shown to a small private office where she would be working.
The two women got to know one another as Marcia showed her new recruit around. They worked their way from the first floor, Sales, right the way up to the fourth floor, Human Resources. It was only when passing through the third floor that Amelia briefly thought of her husband and how she first met him there.
It wasn’t until the afternoon that they returned to the fifth floor where Marcia explained this was just a satellite office block and how manufacturing was scattered around several large company sites in different parts of the country. Amelia knew this, she had done her research.
Lastly, Marcia then ran through the heads of each department and where they were located.
“And Mr Davis, does he work in this office?” Amelia questioned, already knowing the answer.
“He is corporate, so he is up on the top floor with the rest of the company's directors.”
Marcia weakly smiled. “I was very surprised when he took an interest in who I was recruiting.” Then she added, slightly irritably, “He may be the company owner, but he normally lets us managers get on with the running of the business.”
By the end of the working day, Amelia had gone through most of the things she needed to know. The afternoon had been spent mostly watching health and safety videos on her office computer, each one having been neatly signed off.
With that done, she sat back and looked around her office. It wasn’t large; she hadn’t expected it to be, just a desk and a table with her phone on it. She silently giggled. Despite having just signed off the company paperless office video, there was also a filing cabinet.
However, there were two things about her office that she really liked: The large window that overlooked the city and, most importantly, that it had been soundproofed. Therefore, her office was quiet; you could almost hear yourself think.
With everyone leaving, she went out to see Marcia as she was going to show her how to secure the office and set the alarm. The two ladies exchanged pleasantries with each other and then their co-workers as, one-by-one they all left.
“Oh, God!” Marcia exclaimed as she looked at the tall, stocky man who had just walked through the elevator’s doors. She seemed flustered.
“It’s Mr Davis,” she whispered to Amelia.
“Why is he here now? He normally gives me a warning,” Marcia muttered to herself and then walked over to greet him.
There he was, Mr Davis, the big boss, Amelia thought. But he was not just that; he was also tall, dark, and handsome. As the company owner, she knew he made the company rules, but there was something else about him—something Marcia didn’t know…
It had been Mr Davis whom she had flirted with and later made an agreement, which led him to rubber-stamp her employment. As Amelia remembered that intimate conversation, a warm shiver went through her. It went straight from her brain to her already damp pussy. She was aroused.
Amelia knew why he was there, and it was confirmed as their eyes briefly glanced at each other. She sensed the sexual tension and quickly looked away. She had only done this once before, years ago, with her, then manager.
