Thirty Years

Thirty years had passed since I first walked in the door and sat in my office. They had passed quickly. I looked around the room as I sat back and thought about the time I had spent here. More than at home some years with the late nights, deadlines and conference calls to accommodate time differences. It had been both fulfilling and stressful. Now it was over.The clock on the wall has also been there thirty years. It is a small wooden clock with a pendulum, like a baby Grandfather clock. The glass front door of the oak cabinet revealed the brass mechanism behind the gold face. Every Monday morning I put the brass key in and wound the clock up to ensure it stayed in time. Tic toc, tic toc, tic toc… every day for thirty years it echoed in my office.I remembered having to explain the Roman numerals to the younger staff members. They would look at me with a grin and joke about my reluctance to embrace new technology. I would laugh when they found out I was beylikdüzü escort more tech-savvy than they were.As the small hand reached V and the large one XII the clock chimed five times. I listened for the last time as it told me that my time was up, my tenure over.Blanca appeared in the doorway, her hands on her curvy hips and a big smile on her beautiful face.”Party time, Boss Man,” she said in her perky Columbian accent. Blanca had been my assistant for the last thirty years, the first hire in my new position. I had interviewed over fifty candidates before deciding to give the young single mother from Medellin a chance. Her eagerness and personality had won me over. Although less educated and less qualified than most of the other candidates, she proved herself to be an efficient, hard-working and dedicated professional. We worked well together and shared our successes and failures, both professional and personal.I looked beylikdüzü escort bayan at the now-mature woman in the doorway. She was tall, curvy and beautiful with her long black hair, dark eyes and full, pouty lips. Her large breasts strained against the buttons on her blouse, and the deep cleavage was as appealing as always. Her full hips curved out from her waist, the charcoal pencil skirt hugging her tightly. Her shapely long legs led to the black stiletto heels on her feet. She was as appealing now as when she was twenty-two.”What are you looking at?” she asked with a sly grin.”You,” I replied. “Just thinking of your first day here.””That’s not what you were thinking,” she teased. “What are you really thinking about?”I gazed into her smouldering eyes for a moment before answering.”I was thinking of how beautiful and sexually appealing you are.”She blushed and looked down at the floor. I had never expressed escort beylikdüzü my lusty feelings for her, had never made comments about her sexy demeanour and curvy appeal even though she drove me wild for thirty years.”Thank you,” she said quietly as she lifted her head and smiled at me.”Party time!” I announced as I stood up and walked to the doorway. “Let’s go have some drinks and say goodbye to everyone.””Yes, let’s,” she said with a nod.We took the elevator to the top floor and were cheerfully greeted by a large crowd. I shook hands, got my back slapped and mingled with my fellow staff members. We had drinks and food as the congratulations on my retirement kept coming. Blanca stayed close, always seeming to have another drink ready. I felt her hand touch mine a few times, her slender fingers caressing mine as we stood together and chatted with the others.Each time I glanced over at her I got a sly grin and her dark eyes seemed even darker than normal. She started standing closer, her hip touching mine. I could smell the familiar scent of her musky perfume as she gently pressed into me. I felt her turn slightly and her hand caressed the small of my back as her breasts pushed into me. Her hot breath fell across my neck as she whispered in my ear.