I greeted my secretary thus, followed with a quick slap on her ass. She swung around and slapped me across the cheek. "Oh, Ross, I'm sorry," she said, "can we go in your office and discuss this?"
Now, you need to know I had never done that before. I've always been a firm believer that you don't piss in the drinking fountain. A good secretary is harder to find that good sex. In addition, I had just never looked at Lorna that way- she was tall and blonde, but skinny, and very married. Usually, she wore baggy sweatshirts and plain skirts or slacks to the office.
Today, however, she had come to work in a skintight black sweater, and a lime green micro skirt with fancy patterned black leggings. Her legs were further displayed by a pair of those high heels commonly known as "fuck me stilettos". I had wasted half my morning wondering if those were tights or stockings. I stated out feeling guilty, but then decided, ‘hey, if she doesn't want guys to look, she wouldn't dress like that.' Coming back from lunch, I saw her bent over the file cabinet near her desk. Her skirt was stretched tightly across her ass. No one else was around. My hand moved faster than my brain. As we walked into my office, I hoped I hadn't just destroyed a wonderful working partnership.
Lorna followed me into the office and closed the door. I braced myself for a tirade, or at least tears. To my utter shock, Lorna pushed me back against the wall and planted her lips on mine. My mouth opened in shock, allowing her tongue free access. Instinctively, I kissed her back. Her fingers roamed through my hair as she pressed tightly against me. Several minutes passed. I inhaled her sweet floral scent. She tasted of peppermints and strawberry lip gloss. I was unsure at first what to do with my hands, but Lorna calmly steered them down to the edge of her skirt. My fingers rode up inside the hem, confirming the presence of garters
Finally, she pulled her face away, still close enough that we were sharing the same air. "My hubby's been gone so long, Ross, that I need a man badly. I see how you look at the other girls in their short skirts and tight shirts. My tits aren't much, but I like my legs. I hoped you would too." Then, she giggled. This was perhaps the oddest moment in the entire encounter, my severely serious secretary giggling like a schoolgirl. "And, I guess you do," she finished, grinning. "I'm sorry I slapped you. It was a reflex."
"What do we do now?" I asked. I still wasn't processing the stimuli quickly enough.
Lorna ran her hand gently over the bulge in my pants. My already stiffening cock jumped under her touch. My hands hopped back to life, cupping the cheeks of her tight little undersexed ass. "I need your fat hard cock inside me, Ross, but first, I want to kiss it. Just lean back and enjoy this part." She dropped to her knees on the carpet, and unzipped my pants. The purple head of my hardon poked out of my boxers without assistance. She made eye contact with me one more time, then kissed the head of my cock, as she drew the shaft free Lorna ran her tiny tongue down one side, and up the other. She tongued around underneath the helmet's rim, then teased the hole in the tip with just the tip of her tongue. Slowly, she swallowed the full length, fingers preceding lips down the length. Lorna bobbed up and down repeatedly, using her hands to massage my balls while enjoying the mouthful.
