Dating : The Secretary and the Seductress

I shouldn’t have. It was my office after all, my business. I tried to resist but she enticed me for months. Long dark hair and doe brown eyes tickled my fancy before her lips ever fantasized about tracing my already throbbing clit. Every day she’d walk into the room, the subtle hint of her perfume entering my office and somehow driving me to distraction. She’d peek her head into my office, ask me if I needed anything in her soft, sweet voice that was somehow dipped in sex. I’d tell myself there was no innuendo in her voice, even as she positioned herself fully in the doorway so I’d be able see all the effort she’d put in at our in-house gym. Slowly, I’d tell her what tasks I needed handled, although most she’d already anticipated; after all, as my administrative assistant, that was her job. I couldn’t afford to lose her so I tried to focus on what an amazing job she was doing and not her…other assets.

When she’d leave my office in the morning, I’d remain in a tizzy. For the next few moments, until I could focus again, she was naked. Smiling in languid lust. Opening and closing her long velvet legs, soon to be wrapped around my face, exposing glistening juicy peach wetness. This day, I moaned aloud, and thankfully, it helped to shake me out of my ridiculous stupor. Dammit! I couldn’t run a company fantasizing about anyone, much less someone who worked for me.

Agitated, I got up and walked into the open corridor, slamming my door behind me. It was immature, I admit, and I apologized when she jumped, spilling her hot coffee slightly. As she gazed up at me with puppy dog eyes shadowed by luscious lashes, I smiled apologetically. Using cleaning up the coffee as an excuse, I took her hand and traced her fingertips, memorizing their swirl pattern to replicate against my clit later. Just being this close to her made me wet. I felt every drop of moisture my body had within it drench my panties in an instant. I shifted uncomfortably and the wetness spread. Watching her lick her cherry Carmex covered lips, unaware of my condition, I almost came.

Instead, I let the moment linger, looking into her eyes which flicked with unconcealed interest across the cashmere raspberry sorbet sweater I had stretched across my 36C breasts. She inhaled, then leaned so close to me I could smell the pearls cinched tight at her neck. Whispering, opening those beautiful, full, glossy lips, she said, “I wonder what color your nipples are?” She winked, getting up from her desk, and sauntered to the trashcan, ample hips and ass rolling. She tossed her flowing chestnut hair over her shoulder and giggled at the shocked expression on my face.

I couldn’t have heard her correctly. I strolled slowly back to my corner office, feeling the seeping wetness she caused cool, making me antsy and uncomfortable. Flustered, I sat at my desk and looked out of the window, contemplating. I got up to lock my office door and then removed a much-needed tool from my bottom drawer. I slid it underneath my satin skirt and rocked gently against it, opening and closing my eyes, envisioning her tongue circling the darkness of my nipples, tasting, biting, sucking…fingers sinking deep inside of me, pulling out, teasing already tormented taut skin then slipping in again. I was so close, so close to ruining my business skirt. Luckily, I didn’t have any meetings later.

Suddenly, the door opened. I gasped, sitting up straight, tense and embarrassed because no matter what I was caught with my skirt up. There was no way she wouldn’t know what I’d been doing…and who I’d been thinking about. But I’d locked the door…hadn’t I?

She held up a shiny gold key. “You don’t remember giving me this for emergencies?” she breathed. “Seems like you’re having quite the emergency to me.” She walked in, closed and re-locked the door, then crawled, voluptuous ass high in the air, underneath my desk. She gripped me by my thighs, sliding me to the edge of my leather chair, pushing aside my soaked raspberry sorbet-colored panties and politely eating my freshly waxed pussy. I cradled her head against me as she placed her tongue where my toy had just been, reveling in the silken texture of her face, her hair. She licked my clit as if she had a song in her head she wanted me to hear. Soon she found my high note. I stifled a Mariah Carey type scream as I came for her, loving how she swallowed greedily.

I relaxed back in the chair. Exhausted. “Take the rest of the afternoon off. Please. You’ve already put in enough work for today.”

She smirked at me, wiping her mouth and sucking her manicured fingers. “No can do, boss. I have so much more work to do,” she purred. “We’re taking the day off together.”