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CHAPTER 1
The Interview
He was busy, but then he liked having a full day’s work ahead of him. Made the time pass and he loved the sense of achievement when he had finished his day’s work without having time to think too much. Caroline edged up to his desk and he realised it must already be 10 o’clock. Time for them to run through what he needed from her during the day. Caroline had been his PA for five years and become pretty efficient at looking after him. But she would be leaving soon to have her first baby. The idea made him feel somewhat grumpy – he would have to train someone new to look after him. He was quite particular about the way he needed everything to be. He was already giving some consideration to her replacement. He wasn’t wholly sure any of the other girls already in the business were going to be quite up to the task. He would probably have to use the new recruit, whoever that was going to be. A risk, he knew, but at least he could mould her from scratch. He had interviewed three candidates over the last few days, but none had seemed right. He needed someone with a sparkle - someone bright, competent, self-motivated…and not annoying. He heard himself think and smiled to himself – ‘not demanding at all am I!’
“Oh, and don’t forget you have another interview at 11.30 Daniel” said Caroline just as she was turning to leave his office.
“Goodie!” smiled Daniel. “And who is it today?”
“She’s called Isabella and comes highly recommended. Be nice to her! I’ll email over her CV in a mo”
“I’ll be nice, don’t worry. Thanks”
Later that morning Daniel was out near the secretaries’ desks. He was showing Caroline the changes he needed for his presentation. As he stood to go back into his office he noticed a girl sitting quietly inside the meeting room. She was looking at him calmly. He smiled. A flicker of a smile crossed her face before she looked quickly away. He watched her a little longer. She had dark hair, falling straight down to the base of her shoulders. She was petite and was very pretty, sitting neatly with her hands on her lap, her back ramrod straight. He had an idea she was a dancer, by the way she held herself. Something about her also seemed faintly oriental. He realised she must be Isabella and immediately he found himself looking forward to the interview. He popped back into his office and opened up her CV. All looked promising. He took a moment to check his reflection in the window then went to the meeting room.
She stood up as he entered and he saw she was blushing. Very shy, he thought. And very cute. He moved to her and shook her hand. She looked up into his eyes and he saw that twinkle right there – that something that happened so rarely – an instantaneous, momentary shared recognition of something deep inside: attraction, lust, humour? All of those things…and more. A meeting of minds on some indefinable level.
He realised he had held her hand a fraction too long, so he let it go and gestured for her to take a seat. He could see more detail now. She had sweet freckles and her smile was warm and natural. From what he could see she had a terrific figure and her breasts looked firm and well proportioned. He could just make out her nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse. He focused hard on not looking too obviously.
They talked and got on well immediately. Her voice was feminine but showed her intelligence. She was ready to smile and laugh, and she even let out a nervous giggle at one point which he found very cute. He realised how attracted to her he was and he felt himself starting to harden in his trousers. He found himself wondering how she would look naked – how her breasts would feel, how she kept her pubic hair – and then how she would taste and what noises she would make when she was coming.
He blinked as he realised she was expecting an answer from him. She looked at him waiting patiently, a faintly amused expression on her face, her head tilted slightly to one side. He scanned back over what she had just said and remembered the word ‘salary’. He took a moment to compose himself and then resumed his professional manner.
Barely two minutes into the interview, she had the job – she just didn’t realise it yet.
He left it that he would be in touch later that day to let her know. She smiled nervously again and they should hands once more. As they did he smiled his warmest smile at her, trying to let her know it was going to be OK.
She turned and left. He watched her. She moved gracefully and he thought back to how she told him that she was indeed a dancer. She wore smart, tight shorts with black tights underneath. He could see how shapely her thighs and calves were, with delicate ankles above her high-heeled shoes. “very nice...very nice indeed!” he thought to himself.
“How as she?” asked Caroline a few minutes later.
“Excellent thanks. She’ll be just great”.
That night he dreamt of her and awoke with a powerful erection. He threw back the sheets, letting the cool night breeze blow across his skin. He thought of how he had seen her naked in his mind. As he thought of touching her naked body he slowly brought himself to orgasm, his head turning into the pillow with the intensity of it.
Her first day at the office went well. She was nervous but clearly keen to do a good job. She worked hard to learn as much as she could from Caroline before her departure. Whenever he could he watched her. When she came into his office, he felt the pleasure wash over him. He loved her smile and also loved to watch her tight little backside as she walked out of his office. She always wore tight trousers or skirts that showed her off beautifully. He constantly imagined what she was wearing underneath and how it would be to discover the smooth skin of her naked thighs. More than once he imagined bending her over his knee, lifting her skirt to reveal she was wearing no panties, and smoothing his hands over her impossibly soft skin before spanking her. He wondered how she might react.
Over those first weeks they developed a genuine friendship. They made each other laugh and a warm relaxed atmosphere grew up between them. They flirted too, each realising the mutual attraction. The relaxed atmosphere became especially apparent when they went out with colleagues for drinks after work. She relaxed more on those occasions and every now and then their hands would ‘accidentally’ brush against each other. He realised that, along with the familiarity, the ‘harmless’ flirting he was so used to, was actually developing into more of a sexual tension. It was subtle, but definitely there. He could sometimes see a flush developing at the base of her neck when they spoke. When he was alone he found himself thinking more and more about being with her.
It was a Friday and he was going to have to work late. The client needed the deal done by the end of the day and even though the deal was pretty much done, he needed to turn the agreement around for final sign-off. He was going to need Isabella to stay late to help him. She had been with the business for 4 months and, to his delight and relief, she had indeed turned out to be an excellent PA.
“Isabella. Really sorry about this but I really need some help this evening for a couple of hours. Can you stay late tonight?”
“Of course Daniel – no problem”.
“I hope I’m not ruining your plans with your boyfriend”
“No. We were going out for a drink, but to be honest I think a load of his friends are going to be there and I really don’t mind missing that.” She paused and flushed a little “I’d much rather be here helping you if you need me”.
He blinked in surprise - and then realised that he now had permission...
They finished at just after 9pm having worked hard to get everything sorted. The client was very pleased. The office had long been empty apart from the two of them.
“You are a superstar!” he declared. “How about a drink to say thank you?”
“Lovely! Thank you. I’ll get my things” she said.
“We have some bubbly in the fridge. No need to go out…unless you would prefer that?”
“No!” she answered a little too quickly. “er…I mean, if we have bubbly here, why not!”
The kitchen was through two sets of doors. “Back in a mo!” he grinned.
She watched him go and studied the way he moved, already so familiar. She found her heart was pounding and she couldn’t move.
He grabbed the bottle and two champagne flutes and hurried back to her. But when he came back to his office she wasn’t there. He looked over to her desk to check her bag was still there. Yes it was. Thank God.
“Must have gone to the bathroom.” He thought.
A few minutes later she reappeared, refreshed and with her minimal make-up touched up. She moved over to him and came to sit opposite him in the chair he had pulled close to his. He popped the cork and filled the glasses.
“Here’s to a great job...and here’s to you for staying late and all your help. Thank you.”
They clinked glasses and sipped. She coughed a little as the bubbles hit her throat.
“Seriously, thank you” he said softly, “I appreciate you giving up your Friday evening”. He held her eyes with his. She blushed again.
“As I said, I’m more than happy being here”.
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He inhaled her subtle smell. Rather than moving away, he stayed there, his lips brushing her cheek. He kissed her again and he heard a soft sigh. He brought his hand up and gently turned her head to face him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth very slightly open. He moved his lips to hers and kissed her very softly.
She kissed him softly back.
He moved back and took a sip of his drink. It took her a moment to realise and when she opened her eyes, he could see she was a little dizzy. She managed to focus here eyes on him again.
“I’m sorry” he said. “Forgive me. I...got a bit carried away there”
“No, it’s fine” she said and drank more Champagne. “It was...nice”
It was then he realised something was different about her outfit. She still wore the same top, the same black and white skirt and still had black tights...but no! That was it, they weren’t tights! Now there was a tiny strip of skin showing at the top of her thighs where her skirt had ridden up a little. Desire flooded through him. He found that tiny strip of pale skin, contrasted against the black material, highly erotic. Had she been wearing these all day? He was sure he would have noticed. Had she just changed? He realised she could probably detect his thoughts. She shifted slightly in her chair and the skirt rode up a fraction more. He felt blood pumping into his cock.
He filled up her glass, but then took it away from her. He pulled her to him so she had to stand and then sit on his lap. He leant her back and kissed her again, but this time with more urgency. She surrendered to him sighing and kissing him lovingly. He pulled her back further and gently let her head fall into his grasp. Her pale neck was exposed to him and he kissed the side of it around to the throat. She moaned softly. Her hand reached to the back of his neck, her fingers caressing him.
He moved again to bring their mouths together, their tongues searching each other out, exploring, testing, tasting. His hand moved up her thigh to the exposed skin. He smoothed her skin, careful not to touch too high..not yet.
He then let his hand ride up over her skirt to her side. He again felt her skin where her top had ridden up and slipped his hand inside. Her skin was hot and so smooth. He took his time to feel her, her ribs and then up towards her armpit. All the while they kissed lovingly. As they did she made contented little humming noises.
He felt his cock starting to strain against the constraints of his clothing and knew she would be feeling it pushing against her. His hand found her breast, so firm and full. He squeezed it gently through the flimsy bra cup. She sighed again showing her pleasure. He reached around to her back and pinched the bra strap releasing the catch. She broke away from the kiss for a moment and let a small moan escape her lips. His hand smoothed the skin of her back. He knew the bra would have fallen away a little from her breast and that all her focus would now be on the expectation of his hand finding her there. He delayed and she started to squirm on his lap, kissing him hard, breathing harder. She ground against his erection. He slowly...very slowly brought his hand back around. Twice he moved towards her exposed breast and twice his hand veered away at the last moment. He was teasing himself as much as her, loving the anticipation…he would never again feel her full breast for the first time. She ground harder in his lap. The third time his hand found her soft breast and the perfectly hard nipple. He cupped her, her firm flesh fitting perfectly in his grasp. He allowed his fingers to brush softly across her nipple and she instantly arched her back, trying to ease the fire by pressing harder against him. His tongue explored her mouth as he brushed his fingertips back and forth randomly across her nipple. Then without warning he lightly pinched her. She jolted forward and moaned her pleasure… “Oh yeah” quietly into his mouth.
He started to pull her top up. She pulled away from him and changed her position, straddling him, so her thighs were spread on either side of him and she faced him fully. He pulled her top up and off and wriggled free from her bra. He held her shoulders and pushed her back a little so he could consider her naked torso. She was beautiful. Her breasts were pale and perfect, her dark nipples pushing proudly out to him. Her skin was smooth and delicate. Her hair cascading over her shoulders provided a perfect contrast. He was overcome with desire for her...hungry to experience everything she had to offer.
He fell on her breasts, kissing and sucking them, brushing his mouth over them, tasting, smelling her perfection. She threw her head back, giving herself to him and the pleasure of his attention. He held her tightly and she allowed him to hold her, direct her.
He leant back and craned his neck up to her. She leaned down and they kissed again. Her fingers worked at his shirt buttons and when his shirt was open enough, her hands explored his chest. He kissed her shoulders and neck while she gyrated her hips, grinding down harder onto his obvious erection. He let out his own moan now.
“I’m so wet for you…” she whispered. He eased back and moved his hand under her skirt. He could feel the material of her g string – soaking. The angle was difficult but he managed to rub the backs of his fingers along the material, feeling her swollen pussy underneath.
She shuddered, then jumped off him. He was mesmerised by the way her breasts moved as she knelt before him. She locked her gaze on him and he could see how lost in the moment she was. She tugged at his belt and then the buttons on his trousers. She gave him the horniest slightly far-away look he’d ever seen. She pulled the trousers open. His cock was only half released, still being constrained by his trunks. She tugged hard down on the waistband of his trunks and then, suddenly, gloriously, his cock sprang free. He felt the cool air on the head and sighed with the erotic relief. She took a moment to consider it hungrily before flicking her tongue over the end. He groaned and let his head fall back. She gripped his shaft in her delictate hand and then took him fully in her mouth, caressing him with her tongue. He needed to see, so he leant forward again and swept her hair aside. She worked his cock perfectly, slowly pulling his foreskin up and down while savouring his swollen head. God it felt so good. His beautiful secretary, sucking his cock.
His hand gripped her hair, controlling her head movements. He could so easily come like this. But not now, not yet.
He let her continue for a while, surprised at how expert she was…instinctively adjusting as he squirmed at the intense feelings she was arousing in him. Surprisingly quickly he realised he wasn’t far away from exploding in her mouth, so, half-reluctantly, he pulled her up to delay the moment. She looked like a wild a****l, hungry. He pulled her to him and they kissed deeply. He could taste a faint trace of himself on her breath. He pulled her to her feet, and stood himself, slightly awkwardly with his trousers around his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and then his trousers and trunks, left now only with his open shirt. She stood watching him. His cock pointed up to her stomach, completely exposed to her. He slowly dropped to his knees and started kissing her flat stomach. God she was so beautiful.
She kissed the top of his head while he undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She wore a tiny black g-string and he could smell and feel just how soaked it was. He kissed the material, inhaling her scent deeply into his lungs. Perfect. He peeled the wet material down and off, exposing her perfectly cropped landing strip of hair, soft and fine. He kissed her there, nuzzling her, loving her. His hands grasped her firm, smooth buttocks and he pulled her tight to his face. He used his shoulders to force her legs further apart, then lowered his tongue to sweep along her swollen lips. Her juice flowed onto his tongue and he savoured her. She moaned his name as he moved his tongue back and forth, sweeping up all he could from her. His nose rubbed her clitoris. She opened her thighs wider, her knees trembling. The tip of his tongue found her clitoris, so hard and swollen. He sucked it gently up into his mouth, letting his teeth sc**** it softly while his tongue flicked across it. She trembled more violently and let out an involuntary “Oh yes, ohhhh”.
He feasted on her, burying his face into her warmth, testing her reactions, learning about her. His face was coated in her when eventually he stood. She kissed him hungrily, tasting her sweetness on him, licking herself from his lips, his nose and chin.
“See how amazing you taste!” he purred. She grunted her agreement, her hand finding his hard cock which was pressing into her stomach.
She was starting to kneel in front of him, clearly intending to suck his cock again, but he reached under her shoulders and pulled her back up. He looked at her again, naked apart from the thigh highs – a fantasy right before him.
He gently moved behind her then turned her so she was facing him, but away from his desk. He held her and gently lowered her down, supporting her weight so she lay back gently on the desk. He leant forward and kissed her breasts in turn, giving each special attention. He felt his cock swaying, wet with precum, every little breeze in the room turning him on even more. His kissed down her stomach and then again tasted her wetness. He loved the way her lips had swollen, so ripe and desirable. He kissed her there, his tongue exploring every complex fold, sucking up her flesh and owning her with his mouth. His tongue found her anus and he swept it across the little opening. She gasped. Then he pulled back and stood before her, his cock as engorged as he’d ever seen it. He held her thighs and, while locking his eyes onto hers, slowly eased them wide apart. He moved closer and brought the head of his cock right up to her pussy. He realised they were both holding their breath. He looked down, needing to see this moment – to experience it fully. He eased forward and brushed his cock against her lips, rubbing himself against her clitoris and gathering her wetness on the tip of his head. She shivered.
He eased forward a little more and it was almost as if her pussy came to meet him. They found the way and the end of his cock slowly parted her. She gripped him and he entered her. Each millimetre was enveloped by her warmth. It was all he could do not to slam deep into her. But this was so special that he wanted it to last forever. He watched as she accepted each part of him, until at last he was fully inside her. They both groaned as she felt him fill her. He held himself there for a moment, both of them trembling, locked together...one...
He started to move back, and she moved her hips with him to maximise the friction. They built up a steady rhythm, as he pulled out and then pushed back into her. Slowly at first, then increasing. He watched the way her breasts moved and gazed into her beautiful eyes. They were absolutely together. The sound of his balls slapping against her bum became louder as the intensity grew. Sweat formed on their skin as they concentrated on what was building in them both. His nails grasped her buttocks as he pulled her to him to meet each thrust. She locked her legs around his waist. Their movements became frantic as they climbed upwards together. He could feel his climax gathering from his toes up his legs. He wanted her to come. She was yelping. His thumb fund her clitoris and he massaged her as he slammed into her. She came seconds before he did. Her moans triggering his own. Pure a****l instinct seized their bodies and she clamped her legs tightly around him, holding him to her. He pumped deep inside her, releasing all the months of desire and need. They rode the waves together before he fell forward kissing her breasts and neck.
They both cleaned up a little then cuddled naked on the chair as they drank the rest of the bottle, nuzzling and talking about how they had fancied each other since they first met. It was strange to be in the large space of the office, naked and exposed.
He watched her dress, loving the way she moved, her grace and her giggle.
“Fancy dinner?” he asked.
She smiled and took his arm.
To be continued ...
The Interview
He was busy, but then he liked having a full day’s work ahead of him. Made the time pass and he loved the sense of achievement when he had finished his day’s work without having time to think too much. Caroline edged up to his desk and he realised it must already be 10 o’clock. Time for them to run through what he needed from her during the day. Caroline had been his PA for five years and become pretty efficient at looking after him. But she would be leaving soon to have her first baby. The idea made him feel somewhat grumpy – he would have to train someone new to look after him. He was quite particular about the way he needed everything to be. He was already giving some consideration to her replacement. He wasn’t wholly sure any of the other girls already in the business were going to be quite up to the task. He would probably have to use the new recruit, whoever that was going to be. A risk, he knew, but at least he could mould her from scratch. He had interviewed three candidates over the last few days, but none had seemed right. He needed someone with a sparkle - someone bright, competent, self-motivated…and not annoying. He heard himself think and smiled to himself – ‘not demanding at all am I!’
“Oh, and don’t forget you have another interview at 11.30 Daniel” said Caroline just as she was turning to leave his office.
“Goodie!” smiled Daniel. “And who is it today?”
“She’s called Isabella and comes highly recommended. Be nice to her! I’ll email over her CV in a mo”
“I’ll be nice, don’t worry. Thanks”
Later that morning Daniel was out near the secretaries’ desks. He was showing Caroline the changes he needed for his presentation. As he stood to go back into his office he noticed a girl sitting quietly inside the meeting room. She was looking at him calmly. He smiled. A flicker of a smile crossed her face before she looked quickly away. He watched her a little longer. She had dark hair, falling straight down to the base of her shoulders. She was petite and was very pretty, sitting neatly with her hands on her lap, her back ramrod straight. He had an idea she was a dancer, by the way she held herself. Something about her also seemed faintly oriental. He realised she must be Isabella and immediately he found himself looking forward to the interview. He popped back into his office and opened up her CV. All looked promising. He took a moment to check his reflection in the window then went to the meeting room.
She stood up as he entered and he saw she was blushing. Very shy, he thought. And very cute. He moved to her and shook her hand. She looked up into his eyes and he saw that twinkle right there – that something that happened so rarely – an instantaneous, momentary shared recognition of something deep inside: attraction, lust, humour? All of those things…and more. A meeting of minds on some indefinable level.
He realised he had held her hand a fraction too long, so he let it go and gestured for her to take a seat. He could see more detail now. She had sweet freckles and her smile was warm and natural. From what he could see she had a terrific figure and her breasts looked firm and well proportioned. He could just make out her nipples pushing against the fabric of her blouse. He focused hard on not looking too obviously.
They talked and got on well immediately. Her voice was feminine but showed her intelligence. She was ready to smile and laugh, and she even let out a nervous giggle at one point which he found very cute. He realised how attracted to her he was and he felt himself starting to harden in his trousers. He found himself wondering how she would look naked – how her breasts would feel, how she kept her pubic hair – and then how she would taste and what noises she would make when she was coming.
He blinked as he realised she was expecting an answer from him. She looked at him waiting patiently, a faintly amused expression on her face, her head tilted slightly to one side. He scanned back over what she had just said and remembered the word ‘salary’. He took a moment to compose himself and then resumed his professional manner.
Barely two minutes into the interview, she had the job – she just didn’t realise it yet.
He left it that he would be in touch later that day to let her know. She smiled nervously again and they should hands once more. As they did he smiled his warmest smile at her, trying to let her know it was going to be OK.
She turned and left. He watched her. She moved gracefully and he thought back to how she told him that she was indeed a dancer. She wore smart, tight shorts with black tights underneath. He could see how shapely her thighs and calves were, with delicate ankles above her high-heeled shoes. “very nice...very nice indeed!” he thought to himself.
“How as she?” asked Caroline a few minutes later.
“Excellent thanks. She’ll be just great”.
That night he dreamt of her and awoke with a powerful erection. He threw back the sheets, letting the cool night breeze blow across his skin. He thought of how he had seen her naked in his mind. As he thought of touching her naked body he slowly brought himself to orgasm, his head turning into the pillow with the intensity of it.
Her first day at the office went well. She was nervous but clearly keen to do a good job. She worked hard to learn as much as she could from Caroline before her departure. Whenever he could he watched her. When she came into his office, he felt the pleasure wash over him. He loved her smile and also loved to watch her tight little backside as she walked out of his office. She always wore tight trousers or skirts that showed her off beautifully. He constantly imagined what she was wearing underneath and how it would be to discover the smooth skin of her naked thighs. More than once he imagined bending her over his knee, lifting her skirt to reveal she was wearing no panties, and smoothing his hands over her impossibly soft skin before spanking her. He wondered how she might react.
Over those first weeks they developed a genuine friendship. They made each other laugh and a warm relaxed atmosphere grew up between them. They flirted too, each realising the mutual attraction. The relaxed atmosphere became especially apparent when they went out with colleagues for drinks after work. She relaxed more on those occasions and every now and then their hands would ‘accidentally’ brush against each other. He realised that, along with the familiarity, the ‘harmless’ flirting he was so used to, was actually developing into more of a sexual tension. It was subtle, but definitely there. He could sometimes see a flush developing at the base of her neck when they spoke. When he was alone he found himself thinking more and more about being with her.
It was a Friday and he was going to have to work late. The client needed the deal done by the end of the day and even though the deal was pretty much done, he needed to turn the agreement around for final sign-off. He was going to need Isabella to stay late to help him. She had been with the business for 4 months and, to his delight and relief, she had indeed turned out to be an excellent PA.
“Isabella. Really sorry about this but I really need some help this evening for a couple of hours. Can you stay late tonight?”
“Of course Daniel – no problem”.
“I hope I’m not ruining your plans with your boyfriend”
“No. We were going out for a drink, but to be honest I think a load of his friends are going to be there and I really don’t mind missing that.” She paused and flushed a little “I’d much rather be here helping you if you need me”.
He blinked in surprise - and then realised that he now had permission...
They finished at just after 9pm having worked hard to get everything sorted. The client was very pleased. The office had long been empty apart from the two of them.
“You are a superstar!” he declared. “How about a drink to say thank you?”
“Lovely! Thank you. I’ll get my things” she said.
“We have some bubbly in the fridge. No need to go out…unless you would prefer that?”
“No!” she answered a little too quickly. “er…I mean, if we have bubbly here, why not!”
The kitchen was through two sets of doors. “Back in a mo!” he grinned.
She watched him go and studied the way he moved, already so familiar. She found her heart was pounding and she couldn’t move.
He grabbed the bottle and two champagne flutes and hurried back to her. But when he came back to his office she wasn’t there. He looked over to her desk to check her bag was still there. Yes it was. Thank God.
“Must have gone to the bathroom.” He thought.
A few minutes later she reappeared, refreshed and with her minimal make-up touched up. She moved over to him and came to sit opposite him in the chair he had pulled close to his. He popped the cork and filled the glasses.
“Here’s to a great job...and here’s to you for staying late and all your help. Thank you.”
They clinked glasses and sipped. She coughed a little as the bubbles hit her throat.
“Seriously, thank you” he said softly, “I appreciate you giving up your Friday evening”. He held her eyes with his. She blushed again.
“As I said, I’m more than happy being here”.
He leaned forward and kissed her cheek. He inhaled her subtle smell. Rather than moving away, he stayed there, his lips brushing her cheek. He kissed her again and he heard a soft sigh. He brought his hand up and gently turned her head to face him. Her eyes were closed, her mouth very slightly open. He moved his lips to hers and kissed her very softly.
She kissed him softly back.
He moved back and took a sip of his drink. It took her a moment to realise and when she opened her eyes, he could see she was a little dizzy. She managed to focus here eyes on him again.
“I’m sorry” he said. “Forgive me. I...got a bit carried away there”
“No, it’s fine” she said and drank more Champagne. “It was...nice”
It was then he realised something was different about her outfit. She still wore the same top, the same black and white skirt and still had black tights...but no! That was it, they weren’t tights! Now there was a tiny strip of skin showing at the top of her thighs where her skirt had ridden up a little. Desire flooded through him. He found that tiny strip of pale skin, contrasted against the black material, highly erotic. Had she been wearing these all day? He was sure he would have noticed. Had she just changed? He realised she could probably detect his thoughts. She shifted slightly in her chair and the skirt rode up a fraction more. He felt blood pumping into his cock.
He filled up her glass, but then took it away from her. He pulled her to him so she had to stand and then sit on his lap. He leant her back and kissed her again, but this time with more urgency. She surrendered to him sighing and kissing him lovingly. He pulled her back further and gently let her head fall into his grasp. Her pale neck was exposed to him and he kissed the side of it around to the throat. She moaned softly. Her hand reached to the back of his neck, her fingers caressing him.
He moved again to bring their mouths together, their tongues searching each other out, exploring, testing, tasting. His hand moved up her thigh to the exposed skin. He smoothed her skin, careful not to touch too high..not yet.
He then let his hand ride up over her skirt to her side. He again felt her skin where her top had ridden up and slipped his hand inside. Her skin was hot and so smooth. He took his time to feel her, her ribs and then up towards her armpit. All the while they kissed lovingly. As they did she made contented little humming noises.
He felt his cock starting to strain against the constraints of his clothing and knew she would be feeling it pushing against her. His hand found her breast, so firm and full. He squeezed it gently through the flimsy bra cup. She sighed again showing her pleasure. He reached around to her back and pinched the bra strap releasing the catch. She broke away from the kiss for a moment and let a small moan escape her lips. His hand smoothed the skin of her back. He knew the bra would have fallen away a little from her breast and that all her focus would now be on the expectation of his hand finding her there. He delayed and she started to squirm on his lap, kissing him hard, breathing harder. She ground against his erection. He slowly...very slowly brought his hand back around. Twice he moved towards her exposed breast and twice his hand veered away at the last moment. He was teasing himself as much as her, loving the anticipation…he would never again feel her full breast for the first time. She ground harder in his lap. The third time his hand found her soft breast and the perfectly hard nipple. He cupped her, her firm flesh fitting perfectly in his grasp. He allowed his fingers to brush softly across her nipple and she instantly arched her back, trying to ease the fire by pressing harder against him. His tongue explored her mouth as he brushed his fingertips back and forth randomly across her nipple. Then without warning he lightly pinched her. She jolted forward and moaned her pleasure… “Oh yeah” quietly into his mouth.
He started to pull her top up. She pulled away from him and changed her position, straddling him, so her thighs were spread on either side of him and she faced him fully. He pulled her top up and off and wriggled free from her bra. He held her shoulders and pushed her back a little so he could consider her naked torso. She was beautiful. Her breasts were pale and perfect, her dark nipples pushing proudly out to him. Her skin was smooth and delicate. Her hair cascading over her shoulders provided a perfect contrast. He was overcome with desire for her...hungry to experience everything she had to offer.
He fell on her breasts, kissing and sucking them, brushing his mouth over them, tasting, smelling her perfection. She threw her head back, giving herself to him and the pleasure of his attention. He held her tightly and she allowed him to hold her, direct her.
He leant back and craned his neck up to her. She leaned down and they kissed again. Her fingers worked at his shirt buttons and when his shirt was open enough, her hands explored his chest. He kissed her shoulders and neck while she gyrated her hips, grinding down harder onto his obvious erection. He let out his own moan now.
“I’m so wet for you…” she whispered. He eased back and moved his hand under her skirt. He could feel the material of her g string – soaking. The angle was difficult but he managed to rub the backs of his fingers along the material, feeling her swollen pussy underneath.
She shuddered, then jumped off him. He was mesmerised by the way her breasts moved as she knelt before him. She locked her gaze on him and he could see how lost in the moment she was. She tugged at his belt and then the buttons on his trousers. She gave him the horniest slightly far-away look he’d ever seen. She pulled the trousers open. His cock was only half released, still being constrained by his trunks. She tugged hard down on the waistband of his trunks and then, suddenly, gloriously, his cock sprang free. He felt the cool air on the head and sighed with the erotic relief. She took a moment to consider it hungrily before flicking her tongue over the end. He groaned and let his head fall back. She gripped his shaft in her delictate hand and then took him fully in her mouth, caressing him with her tongue. He needed to see, so he leant forward again and swept her hair aside. She worked his cock perfectly, slowly pulling his foreskin up and down while savouring his swollen head. God it felt so good. His beautiful secretary, sucking his cock.
His hand gripped her hair, controlling her head movements. He could so easily come like this. But not now, not yet.
He let her continue for a while, surprised at how expert she was…instinctively adjusting as he squirmed at the intense feelings she was arousing in him. Surprisingly quickly he realised he wasn’t far away from exploding in her mouth, so, half-reluctantly, he pulled her up to delay the moment. She looked like a wild a****l, hungry. He pulled her to him and they kissed deeply. He could taste a faint trace of himself on her breath. He pulled her to her feet, and stood himself, slightly awkwardly with his trousers around his ankles. He kicked off his shoes and then his trousers and trunks, left now only with his open shirt. She stood watching him. His cock pointed up to her stomach, completely exposed to her. He slowly dropped to his knees and started kissing her flat stomach. God she was so beautiful.
She kissed the top of his head while he undid her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She wore a tiny black g-string and he could smell and feel just how soaked it was. He kissed the material, inhaling her scent deeply into his lungs. Perfect. He peeled the wet material down and off, exposing her perfectly cropped landing strip of hair, soft and fine. He kissed her there, nuzzling her, loving her. His hands grasped her firm, smooth buttocks and he pulled her tight to his face. He used his shoulders to force her legs further apart, then lowered his tongue to sweep along her swollen lips. Her juice flowed onto his tongue and he savoured her. She moaned his name as he moved his tongue back and forth, sweeping up all he could from her. His nose rubbed her clitoris. She opened her thighs wider, her knees trembling. The tip of his tongue found her clitoris, so hard and swollen. He sucked it gently up into his mouth, letting his teeth sc**** it softly while his tongue flicked across it. She trembled more violently and let out an involuntary “Oh yes, ohhhh”.
He feasted on her, burying his face into her warmth, testing her reactions, learning about her. His face was coated in her when eventually he stood. She kissed him hungrily, tasting her sweetness on him, licking herself from his lips, his nose and chin.
“See how amazing you taste!” he purred. She grunted her agreement, her hand finding his hard cock which was pressing into her stomach.
She was starting to kneel in front of him, clearly intending to suck his cock again, but he reached under her shoulders and pulled her back up. He looked at her again, naked apart from the thigh highs – a fantasy right before him.
He gently moved behind her then turned her so she was facing him, but away from his desk. He held her and gently lowered her down, supporting her weight so she lay back gently on the desk. He leant forward and kissed her breasts in turn, giving each special attention. He felt his cock swaying, wet with precum, every little breeze in the room turning him on even more. His kissed down her stomach and then again tasted her wetness. He loved the way her lips had swollen, so ripe and desirable. He kissed her there, his tongue exploring every complex fold, sucking up her flesh and owning her with his mouth. His tongue found her anus and he swept it across the little opening. She gasped. Then he pulled back and stood before her, his cock as engorged as he’d ever seen it. He held her thighs and, while locking his eyes onto hers, slowly eased them wide apart. He moved closer and brought the head of his cock right up to her pussy. He realised they were both holding their breath. He looked down, needing to see this moment – to experience it fully. He eased forward and brushed his cock against her lips, rubbing himself against her clitoris and gathering her wetness on the tip of his head. She shivered.
He eased forward a little more and it was almost as if her pussy came to meet him. They found the way and the end of his cock slowly parted her. She gripped him and he entered her. Each millimetre was enveloped by her warmth. It was all he could do not to slam deep into her. But this was so special that he wanted it to last forever. He watched as she accepted each part of him, until at last he was fully inside her. They both groaned as she felt him fill her. He held himself there for a moment, both of them trembling, locked together...one...
He started to move back, and she moved her hips with him to maximise the friction. They built up a steady rhythm, as he pulled out and then pushed back into her. Slowly at first, then increasing. He watched the way her breasts moved and gazed into her beautiful eyes. They were absolutely together. The sound of his balls slapping against her bum became louder as the intensity grew. Sweat formed on their skin as they concentrated on what was building in them both. His nails grasped her buttocks as he pulled her to him to meet each thrust. She locked her legs around his waist. Their movements became frantic as they climbed upwards together. He could feel his climax gathering from his toes up his legs. He wanted her to come. She was yelping. His thumb fund her clitoris and he massaged her as he slammed into her. She came seconds before he did. Her moans triggering his own. Pure a****l instinct seized their bodies and she clamped her legs tightly around him, holding him to her. He pumped deep inside her, releasing all the months of desire and need. They rode the waves together before he fell forward kissing her breasts and neck.
They both cleaned up a little then cuddled naked on the chair as they drank the rest of the bottle, nuzzling and talking about how they had fancied each other since they first met. It was strange to be in the large space of the office, naked and exposed.
He watched her dress, loving the way she moved, her grace and her giggle.
“Fancy dinner?” he asked.
She smiled and took his arm.
To be continued ...
Virginia
- 22.11.2020
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