Secretary Love
# Adultstory, # Rated18
WARNING: The following story contains
extreme
sexual texts and may not be suitable for
readers
younger than 18
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I first started to get the indication that David had the
"hots" for me when we were alone once in the office, and
he made our usual afternoon run for a snack, bringing
back chocolate cherries and diet coke for me. I'd always
made comments about how that combination made me a little
silly, and this escalated into an innuendo that carried
on for a while.
One time he related a story from a Carol Burnett routine,
where the boss said something about Mrs. Wiggins having
"nice paperweights". On the way to the ladies' room I
mentioned that my paperweights weren't that nice.
"Not from my perspective," said David, a smile on his
face.
I couldn't believe how hot I got on the way downstairs,
just thinking about his voice and smile, to say nothing
of what he had said to me about my breasts. I had to
touch myself while I was in the bathroom, and had a
handkerchief in my mouth to stifle my cries as I stroked
my wet pussy in one of the stalls.
Nonetheless I had calmed down by the time I'd gotten back
upstairs, and work continued for the next hour, until I
went home. All the way home, and through the supermarket
getting something for dinner, my pussy was buzzing for
attention.
I was so wet that I had to put my handkerchief in my
panties to keep my juices from running down my leg. When
I got back in my car, I actually wanted to do myself
right then and there! Slightly shocked at my desire, I
drove home, and came many times before bedtime, thinking
of David's mouth on my 'paperweights', as well as my
clit.
After I separated from my husband, David had a chance to
come out for Christmas, and I knew he'd have to come into
the office to at least say hello, but also of course to
service the computers and software. While he puttered
away, his dad - my boss - left for an appointment that'd
take him all afternoon. At one point, after stretching in
my chair, I felt his soft, warm hands on my shoulders and
neck, giving me a great massage.
I groaned, and told him how good that felt. He leaned
down, and softly said, "Good," before kissing my ear
lightly, then twice down the side of my neck. I could
feel my nipples get hard under my blouse and bra, and
only half-hoped they weren't showing through the blouse.
Suddenly, we heard steps coming up the stairs, and David
pulled away. I concentrated on my typing, and hoped my
nipples would get soft really quick, before his dad
arrived. He picked up David and they left for the day.
Before I left for the evening, I went back into the
office David had used before he moved out west, and did
myself on the floor. It didn't matter how loud I moaned
this time, since no one was in the building, thinking
about his hands on my shoulders, just inches from my
breasts, and his lips on my neck, was the first image to
bring me over the edge.
I came three times before getting up off the floor, and
going home, where I took a long bath and pleasured myself
over and over, now that I knew more certainly about
David's feeling for me.
The end of the week arrived, and David was going to be
leaving to go back to the West coast the next day, when
he came in. It was Friday, and he didn't get a chance to
do other than hug me before he and his dad went down the
stairs. As I prepared, a bit disappointed, to go home
myself, I heard steps come up again, and David came back
through the door.
"I didn't get a chance to wish you a Merry Christmas, the
right way," he cooed.
I turned around in my chair and stood up in front of him,
putting out my hands to hold his face. We kissed just
using our lips slowly, but still excitedly, knowing he
had to get downstairs any second. I closed my eyes, and
relaxed in his arms as we continued to kiss.
Suddenly I relaxed my lips, and found his tongue in my
mouth. It was nice, but it surprised me, and I backed
off, gasping and flushed. I looked at his eyes, and
followed them to where they were looking. My breasts were
heaving, and the nipples showing through my blouse, so
stiff. I looked at his crotch a bit hesitantly, but still
feeling a bit brazen.
His hard-on was quite evident - probably around 9 inches
or more, and thick enough to look like it made a
difference. I could see the outline of his cockhead
through his slacks. My nipples got harder and I wanted
him right then and there, alas. I looked up to see his
eyes looking at mine, while I had been eyeing his cock.
David walked over and kissed me lightly, saying, "Merry
Christmas," and left the office.
The slowness of progress, as promising as it was, kept me
in a state of arousal whenever he called to check in with
his dad or brother, who was now working in the office. I
still found a need to go downstairs and do myself every
once in a while when they were upstairs working, the
handkerchief in my mouth, my fingers in my sopping cunt.
But I couldn't wait for his next visit.
Months went by, and finally his brother was getting
married, with David as best man. He arrived several days
before the wedding.
We'd been making lascivious comments
to each other over the phone since his last visit, about
"Specialized Hands-on Computer Training", with an
assortment of knowing "heh, heh, heh's," so I was primed
for his visit. I just hoped that we got some time alone,
and we did.
David was in testing his dad's hard drive - which gave me
plenty of opportunity to make semi-lewd remarks about
"hard" things.
I'd worn my pleated skirt and blouse, and a thinner-
than-usual bra. It was a struggle to think without
letting the idea of my nipples and how they loved the
lace they pressed against to override the work I had to
do. Luckily I had done a lot the previous evening to
assure that I'd be finished before quitting time the next
day.
So, around 1:00, David went out for "our Friday pick-me-
up", and I waited to hear his footsteps up the stairs,
which definitely were his, before walking back into his
old office, where he'd been working. He saw me waiting
for him there, and approached, holding up the chocolate-
covered cherries and diet coke and smiling.
"How sweet..." I purred, and smiled, as I approached him.
"Not as sweet as you, Janie," as I interrupted him,
holding the sides of his head, and kissing him. I let my
lips relax, giving him the signal perhaps that he'd
waited for, and pushed my tongue into HIS mouth to
surprise him.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm...." he hummed, as we kissed.
I licked around the inside of his mouth, glad that he'd
quit cigarettes a while back, and dueled with his tongue,
finally giving it imaginary head, and looking him in the
eyes. I ran my fingers through his hair, and felt his
hands wander down my back, and over my hips.
I trailed my tongue around his cheek, and licked his ear,
telling him, "I like this too."
He squeezed my ass, and I started against him, and
decided to stay that way, and ground my hips against his,
feeling his cock press against his pants at me. God, I
was so hot! I slowly pulled away, and began to lower
myself down his front. I kissed his throbbing erection
through his pants.
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