Catherine

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Slow burner—real-life seductions are sometimes slow.

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Catherine was a kind of invisible woman at our office. Secretary of our dusty, old marketing director, always dressed conservatively, married with a boring guy, we speculated, with a boring haircut and some old-fashioned glasses. She was nice, and I was always nice to her, but for sure she was not a pussy you would notice. Of course I noticed that she hid her ample tits very well, and she had a great slender figure, but she always hid it well.

This all changed when one day, I was getting myself a cappuccino from the vending machine in the corridor as she joined me, waiting for her turn. We had a really good Italian coffee machine, so each drink took its time. We were chatting about nothing in particular as Catherine asked me how she could get fit in the easiest way. She knew I did a lot of sports, so I was the right guy to ask, I guess.

“Sure, what is your goal, Catherine?” I asked her.

“I just want to get fitter and look better,”

“OK, that's easy. Do you have 15 minutes?”

“Yes!”

"Let's go into the small meeting room, and I can show you some simple exercises.”

We sat down after closing the door, and I started explaining things to her.

“These exercises, you can do them in the office, early in the morning, before everybody else shows up. Just do them Monday-Fridays, and on the weekend you rest your muscles.”

I explained her sit-ups first and how to do them, giving her a demo and letting her do two, three sit-ups. Don’t pull on your neck with your arms; keep your index fingers touching your temples to prevent this, and the first goal is ten reps. Keep your knees bent a little, and the higher you raise them, the more effort you will have to make, but start light, with your legs almost stretched. This will make your stomach flatter in no time.

After that, I explained push-ups, showed her how, and let her do two. "This will make your chest more present," I politically correctly explained to her.

I showed her some more simple exercises, telling her that they would straighten her back more and show her breasts more, and some simple leg exercises, training her butt.

The goal was to do one set of ten reps of each exercise in the first month. Better go slow than too quick.

Catherine thanked me, and I told her it was my pleasure. Let's stay in touch, you and I, with your program and bring a demo to the office. I smiled, winking at her.

I went back to my desk and more or less forgot about the whole thing.

Until I saw her three weeks later. Her stomach was way flatter than before, and her breasts were clearly present! She looked much sexier!

"Let's meet," I suggested, and we went into that meeting room again.

Before anything, I praised her looks, telling her she looked much sexier than ever before.

She smiled, because that was the goal all along. We chatted some more, and I told her to go to two sets of each exercise with ten reps each, for at least a month.

I noticed we had a growing bond; on one side, I was happy to help her, and she was becoming a sexy woman again. She was talking more openly to me, and we had a great time planning the next month.

“And something else, Catherine.” I added, making her wait.

She smiled at me and asked, “What?”

“Get a new, modern haircut. Go to Tony's at this address; I know him well, and he will take good care of you. Let him suggest the haircut; he will know what is best for you.”

“And get a face wax.”

“OK. I will.” Catherine confirmed, knowing I was giving her this feedback for her own good.

“And…”

“What?” She smiled.

“Shave down there.”

“My pussy?”

“Yes. "Bald," I replied. “All the way.”

And I want to meet you again in one week. Is that OK for you?

“Yes, but can we meet at your place? I believe people are already talking.”

“Sure.” Tuesday in one week? What time?”

"Let's do 6 PM, right after work," Catherine replied.

“Sure.” I gave her my address and my cell phone number in case something would come up.

A week passed, and on the minute, my doorbell rang. As I opened the door, a complete new Catherine was standing there.

“WOW!” Was all I could say, amazed by the change.

“Come in!” I said to her excitedly, admiring what she had done for herself.

“You look at least ten years younger!”

She smiled from ear to ear.

“Have a seat; we need to celebrate. Do you like rosé?”

Catherine nodded, and I quickly went into the kitchen, grabbing the bottle of rosé I had left and two glasses.

As we sat sipping the wine, we chatted about the progress with the exercises and the changes in her looks.

“Next phase.” I announced to her.

“Tell me.” As she sat on the edge of her seat, carefully listening to me.

“Sexy clothes. More body accentuation, tighter clothes, sexier clothes.”

“OK.” She happily complied.

“Sexy shoes. More high heels.”

“OK.”

“Sexy underwear.”

She giggled, “OK! And we meet again in one week?”

“Yes. So, you can show me your latest changes.”

She smiled, determined to archive all the new tasks.

We chatted some more until she had to go. I walked with her to my front door and placed my hand on the door handle before she could open it.

I stood real close to her, her perfume seducing me.

“Did you shave?” I whispered.

She nodded, not answering.

“Can I check?”

She nodded again.

My hand traveled to her back, and I undid the top button of her skirt, pulling the zipper down, to make space in the front for my hand. As I slowly sank my hand towards her pussy, my fingertips touched the waistband of her slip. I lifted it with one finger, and my hand slowly went into her most private, my middle finger quickly reaching the wet fold between her labia. I moved my middle finger up and down through her slit, at the same time my hand covering her mound. She was as bald as a young pussy could be. I rubbed her slit up and down until she softly moaned, which was for me the sign to stop.

I slowly retrieved my hand, and she let out a little sigh of frustration. Adding a soft kiss on her neck, I softly said to her, “See you next week, Catherine.”

She smiled, giving me an “you asshole" look, but took it well and answered, “See you in a week.”

To be continued.