A Perfect Love

"I'd love to dance." Stephanie tried to calm herself. He had finally noticed her.

Taking her in his arms they danced across the room. "So tell me about yourself." He silently wondered if he could get her into his bed tonight. After breaking up with his fiancé three years ago he had indulged in brief casual affairs but none of the women he had gone out with had affected him like this beauty standing before him. "What's your name?"

He didn't recognize her. How could he not know who she was? They saw each other at work every day since she started as his secretary a year ago. Of course she dressed very conservative at work So he didn't recognize her. That could work in her favor at least for tonight. Tonight she could live out her fantasies. "My name is not important."

"Then what is important?" Her close proximity was playing hell with his senses. She had to feel how turned on he was. His cock was pressing right into her stomach.

"You want me." She said. "I can feel how much you want me and I want you just as badly."

The hand on her hip tightened. "Then what do you want to do about it?" He pulled her tighter against his body and they continued to sway to the slow music.

"I want to fuck." Stephanie decided to make her fantasies come true and she was dammed well going to make sure they did. Every day she suffered at work as her body throbbed for his. Even now her nipples ached and her panties were soaked. Her pussy ached to have him inside her. She deliberately pushed against his erection. "I need you inside me."

* * *

Amanda smiled at the bathroom mirror happy that her plan was going according to plan. Earlier that day she had left Grace's diary on Michael's desk with a note asking him to read certain pages and also informing him that Grace would attend the Ball.

Everyone had left the bathroom and Grace was currently using the facilities. Amanda took advantage of that and left the bathroom. Looking across the room she saw Stephanie talking with Jason rather intimately. Apparently Stephanie needed no help so she made her way to Michael. "Michael, will you introduce me to your friend?'

"Of course." Michael took in the sight of Amanda in her dress and with that red hair she could tempt any man but she stirred nothing in him. He has developed an obsession with Amanda's quiet, shy sister Grace and had suppressed his feelings for her for fear of scaring her with his intensely sexual desires, but tonight that would be over. Ever since reading the diary that morning he had a whole new insight into Grace Clark. "Amanda this is Jason's cousin Nick Jones."

"Hello Mr. Jones. May I be so forward as to ask you to dance?"

"I would love to dance." Nick said. "Excuse us Michael."

"Oh, Michael." Amanda said. "Grace is in the ladies room. When she comes out please let her know I'm at the dance floor."

* * *

Grace stepped out of the bathroom which was closed of by a door and separated form the wash area. She washed her hands and started to fix her makeup. Concentrating hard on what she was doing she didn't' notice anything wrong until she heard him.

"I've been looking for you." Michael looked at her and was glad he had prepared for tonight. This night would assuage the endless need that had tormented him for months. Tonight Grace would be his.

"What are you doing here?" Grace felt shaken at seeing Michael in the ladies room. He looked handsome like always but now there was a predatory air about him and she had the feeling that she was his prey. "This is the ladies room you can't be here."

"Of course I can." Michael calmly took out handcuffs and quickly snapped one end to her left wrist and the other to the hand towel rack on the end of one sink. Then he did the same to her right wrist. "I can do anything I want."

Grace had been shocked since he first appeared in the ladies bathroom and because of this she had stood there like an idiot while he handcuffed both hands to hand towel racks on opposite sides of the sink. Feeling the sink dig into her back she regained her senses and frantically tried pulling her wrists free but the racks wouldn't budge. "What are you doing? Let me go."

"I'm giving us what we both want."

"But anyone can come in and see us." Grace shivered as Michael placed his hands on her body.

"That's a risk we're going to have to take." He smiled at the picture she made. Handcuffed and at his mercy.

* * *

Jason gently pulled his mystery woman out of the ballroom and up the winding staircase. His bedroom was located on the second floor. Silently they made their way up the curved staircase and down the hallway into Jonathan's master bedroom.

Inside the room he closed the door and locked it. Pushing her against the door he kissed her and felt intoxicated by her taste. If her mouth tasted this good he wondered how good her pussy would taste, he felt like his cock would burst. Dancing close to her body had aroused him to fever pitch and he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He had to have her now. "I need to be inside you now. The first time will be quick but the next time I'll make it last longer, but I can't right now baby." He lifted her dress and lowered her panties past her hips, letting them fall around her ankles. When she made a move to step out of them he stopped her. "No leave those around your ankles. Move your feet apart. That's it widen your legs as much as the panties will let you. That's a good girl." He opened the zipper of his trousers and withdrew his cock. Pressing against her he guided his cock between her legs and positioned the tip against her wet, pulsing pussy. With groan he pushed his cock as far as he could.

Pressed against the door Stephanie finally knew what she had been missing. His cock stretched her pussy and it was a bit Uncomfortable, she tried to relax her muscles. His cock filled her so deeply at first she thought she would burst, the head of his cock butting against her cervix pushing her into pleasure/pain. Her pussy pulsed around his cock and all she could think of was, more and faster. Grabbing on to his shoulders she tried to get him to move. "Please." She begged. She was dying. She needed him to stop his slow invasion of her body and move faster. "Faster. Harder." She groaned as he pumped his hips faster and harder his long cock pushing all the way inside her with each trust. This was what she had been wanting for the past year. She hadn't ever felt this turned on and the way he had her positioned with her feet trapped by her panties, her legs only opened so far made her excitement level rise and with him wedged inside of her. She couldn't take it anymore. His cock pushed his way into her once more and then again and she came with a shriek, waves of ecstasy filling her body and their combined juices ran down her thighs. Only his hands holding her against the door kept her standing.

He pumped his cock inside her again and again. Thinking nothing felt as good as being balls deep inside his mystery woman. He trust two more times and came with a groan filling her pussy with his semen. Distantly he heard her shriek and felt the walls of her pussy massaging his cock when she climaxed. Nothing had ever felt as good as coming inside her wet pussy.

Gently pulling out of her he helped her step out of her panties and carried her towards his bed.

Exhausted Stephanie curled into the bed and tried to sleep. Distantly she heard him remove his clothes, feeling him reach for her she mumbled and tried to continue sleeping.

"Oh no, my mystery woman that was only the beginning." He started to remove her clothes. "I'm not done with you yet." Holding her naked in his arms he kissed her and then used his tongue to tease her further. One taste had not whetted his appetite. By the end of this night he would get his fill of her.

Her nipples puckered under his wandering tongue. He kept going father down her body and her body once again trembled with desire. Stephanie had gone from feeling sleepy to fully aroused and shook with the knowledge of what was to come. Feeling his mouth tease the triangle of hair above her pussy, she opened her legs a wide as she could silently begging his to continue. Threading her hands through his hair she tried to move his head down to her aching pussy needing his mouth there more than anything.

Then he was there licking away arousing her to a fever pitch. Leaving her groaning as his artful mouth teased her and her tongue rubbed her clit. Again and again he feasted on her determined to drive her mad with pleasure. When her climax tore through her body she screamed his name and suddenly she felt him thrust inside her pumping away, wrapping her legs around his waist and she realized he hadn't taken her mask off, but she could do nothing but hold on for the ride and glory in the pleasure. She was so close to coming again. "More please." She begged. "Harder." She moaned.

He lost control pumping inside her with all his strength and her screams filled the room. Letting go she climaxed violently and lost in herself she felt Jason spurt his semen inside as he shouted his release. And still her pussy throbbed. Slipping out of her he fell on the bed and holding her close they fell wearily into a deep sleep.

Stephanie awoke out of a deep sleep lying on her stomach with Jonathan entering her from behind. Her pussy still drenched with their juices allowed him to easily slide in. This time he was slow and controlled. She clenched her hands on the bed sheets. Letting the waves of pleasure fill her. Waiting for him to move faster, but he never did, in and out, in and out. It took forever or so it seemed to her and in the end they were both trying to catch their breath.

They lay cuddled together and drifted of to sleep.

* * *

Stephanie woke up in a Jason's bedroom. She had achieved her goal, she had no regrets, spending the night with Jason had been extraordinary, full of mind drugging pleasure, but she wasn't ready to reveal herself to him. Last night had been all she hoped for and more and now she had to find a way to sneak out his bedroom and his house. Feeling her face she noticed that her demi mask was still in place.

Slowly Stephanie untangled his arms from around her and slid off the bed trying to move the bed as little as possible. Picking up her clothes and shoes from the floor where they had been recklessly thrown the night before she slipped into the hallway and closed the door behind her. Quickly she put on her dress and slipped her shoes on. Then she quickly and quietly headed to the staircase and escape but found her easy escape foiled by a beautiful golden retriever that lay in the hallway looking at her with big brown eyes.

"Hi, pretty dog. Please don't bark." She whispered. I'm almost there. I have to make it out of here before he realizes I'm not in bed anymore. Stepping as quietly as possible she went around the dog and reaching the staircase she ran down the steps anxious to get to the door and leave.

On the final step she slipped and made a grab for the banister.

"Miss, are you all right?"

Damn. She got up and ran as fast as she could out the doorway.

"What a strange young lady?" the butler thought.

* * *

Letting herself inside her apartment Stephanie breathed a sigh of relief. All along the drive home she had replayed the night over and over in her mind and she was still confused about her situation. Sex with the boss and he hadn't even recognized her. Guess that told her how much he thought of her.

"So you're finally home." Amanda watched her disheveled sister enter the apartment. "It's two in the morning."

"What are you still doing here?" Surprised and embarrassed at finding Amanda waiting up for her Stephanie tried to act calmly.

"I was waiting for you to come home. Did you think I stayed here all night because I like your apartment? " Looking at her rumpled sister Amanda Clark knew instantly what had occurred and hoped that Grace had fared just as well. "Well it's about time."

"Amanda." Mortified Stephanie tried to keep calm but the blood rushed to her face. "I have to get some sleep before work." Rushing into her bedroom Stephanie tried to escape her Amanda's knowing eyes.

"Well, was it him?"

"Him?" she asked, trying to avoid the question. "I don't know who you are talking about. I'm going to take a shower and get in bed."

"You can't fool me." She called after her sister. "You know exactly who I'm talking about."

* * *

Chapter Three

Entering his office Jason still couldn't keep his thoughts off the woman who spent a night of passion in his bed. His thoughts were so occupied he didn't notice his friend and vice-president sitting in his chair.

"So how did last night go?" A smiling Michael White sat at his desk confidently and patiently waiting.

"Thinking of taking over my job, are you?" He joked, Trying to avoid the subject altogether. You look very good sitting there. Now would you mind getting out of my chair."

"Don't evade the question."

"What question?"

"How did it go with your beautiful secretary?"

"What are talking about?" Secretary? Slowly, he studied his friend, perhaps he'd drunk too much champagne last night because there was no way his mystery woman remotely resembled his secretary." Did you drink to much champagne last night?" Michael burst of laughter surprised him. "What are you laughing about?"

"You didn't recognize her." His friend was going to get the shock of a lifetime." You see her everyday. She sits across from you as you dictate letters to her and you can't even recognize her when your holding her in your arms as you move across the dance floor."

Jason's mind whirled in confusion trying to deny what Michael had just revealed. Images flashed in his mind, change the clothes and change her hairstyle, and remembering her voice it suddenly came together. Oh my God, Stephanie Clark his secretary. His passionate mystery woman was none other than Stephanie Clark his quiet and reserved secretary.

"I see you finally understand." Having accomplished his mission Michael slowly made his way to the door. He had his own mission to accomplish. A certain redhead needed to be taught a lesson." I'll see you later I have some business to attend to."

Alone in his office Jason began to plan.

* * *

Stephanie walked through the aisles of Beaumont Department store trying to find her sister Amanda in the lingerie department. She was dressed in her usual clothes and was back to looking like herself again. She had to talk with someone about last night and Grace was the only one of her sisters working today. Amanda only worked part-time the rest of her days were spent at the university working to complete her graduate degree.

Stephanie spotted Amanda at the cashier desk attending an older woman. She waited to the side hoping her sister would finish the transaction soon.

"Thank You for your purchase." Amanda handed an elegantly wrapped package to a woman. "I'm sure the outfit will be a pleasant surprise for your husband. "

"Oh, thank you." A large smile lit up the woman's face. "I certainly hope he likes it."

Amanda watched the older woman leave happy with a spring in her step, no doubt thinking about the coming night in her husbands' arms. She liked to see people happy.

"Will you stop staring at the customer and pay attention to me? I need your help." Stephanie repeated for the second time.

"Sorry, but when I'm that old I hope I have a husband that still makes me feel that happy and young." Amanda noticed Stephanie's agitated state and wondered what had happened to her usually calm and collected sister. "What's up with you? You look like a Mexican jumping bean. Stand still and tell me what's wrong." Amanda wondered what was wrong and if it had anything to do with Stephanie's disappearance last night. She'd left Grace in the bathroom with Michael and had gone to look for Stephanie. She'd given up after a half hour and had spent the rest of the evening dancing with Jason's cousin. "Does it have anything to do with your disappearance last night?"

"What's wrong? You can't even begin to imagine what's wrong." Stephanie continued her nervous pacing back and forth. "I did it. I mean I did him. That is I slept with Jason Beaumont and now I don't know what to do."

Grace grabbed her sister's shoulders to stop her from pacing. "Stop that you're making me dizzy. And what do you mean you don't know what to do? It looks like you already did it."

"He didn't even know who I was."

"What?"

"He didn't recognize me. Apparently I looked so different that he couldn't tell who I was and he's known me long enough that he should have been able to tell who I was even with the mask on." Thinking back to how she felt at that particular moment Stephanie realized how at odds those emotions were at how she felt now. Then she had felt excited and beautiful at being able to inspire such feelings of lust in the man she had desired and loved for so long. Now all she could feel is miserable that she had to resort to such a deception to gain his attention." I guess I usually look like such at dog that I don't merit his notice unless I change my appearance completely." She wouldn't cry.

"You don't look like a dog" Anger fueled Amanda's voice at Jason Beaumont's inability to see what a special person her sister was. "You are just very conservative in your dress and it's alright because for your job that's appropriate. Besides you had your mask on. Of course he didn't recognize you."

"You mean I look like an old fashioned schoolmarm and he should've at least recognized me by my voice. We have worked together for the past two years." A new resolve went through Stephanie. "Help me Grace I need to change my look. I still want to look businesslike and professional but I don't want to look like a schoolmarm. Can you help me?"

"Yes, of course."

* * *

In his office Jason sent an assistant to look for Stephanie. At first he thought she might not have come to work but he found out quickly enough that she had. She was brave to come into work after last night but then again maybe she still believed that he wouldn't recognize her. After all he hadn't last night.

Thinking about last night made his blood begin to heat and he couldn't help but have a physical reaction to the memories. He never would have thought his shy, soft spoken secretary could be so sexually adventurous or how magnificent her body looked underneath those shapeless blouses and long skirts. He still didn't know how he felt about her other than the fact that he was totally blown away by last night and wanted to continue seeing her.

The door opened and he watched Stephanie walk in and take her seat. Her notepad and pencil in hand. She never looked his way. She probably thought he wouldn't recognize her with her.

"Whenever you're ready to begin dictating Mr. Beaumont." Stephanie kept her eyes directly on her notepad and avoided looking directly at Jason's face. She didn't need to look at him to remember how he looked. His image was burned in her mind. She could still remember how his blue eyes had gazed at her with hunger and desire. Her hands still itched to run through his blonde hair.

"I've been ready since last night." He stood before her confronting her with the truth. He knew she was last night's mystery woman and dared her to deny it. "Why did you leave this morning without saying goodbye?"

She stared up at him in complete shock trying to get her mouth to move and respond to his question. Think, she thought, say something. Then anger took over and she couldn't help but confront him about the fact that he apparently didn't even know what she looked like. "You didn't even know who I was. What was I supposed to do? How did you find out it was me?"

He had to tell her the truth. It was the right thing to do if he expected the same from her. "Someone recognized you."