So here's the scenario. I'm a 22-year-old male fresh out of a private college and now working here in Atlanta as a businessman. I can't complain, its what I really wanted to do with my life. I always worked hard in high school and college so that upon my graduation I could receive what I've always wanted which was money. I have wanted to be rich ever since I can remember.
Every time I sit down and watch TV and see these rappers with all this money and cars and women everywhere. Which brings me to the main reason I wanted to be rich. I love women, not just like every other male does. Ya see I've been know to become obsessed with women that many men may not find attractive. Don't get me wrong, I love the sexy women of the world too, and never failed to throw it there way as well. I just have a hard time finding things wrong with women. If your clean and not too portly, chances are I'll find something about you that intrigues me even just a little.
Like the one time in college I hooked up with the girl who was just in my room to study with me. Most guys didn't find her attractive, and neither did I, but for some reason I really wanted to see what my cum would look like on her face and glasses. So one night while studying I put the moves on her and you know the rest. It looked even better than I had imagined, though she was quite pissed that I pulled my dick out of her mouth and came on her face. Like I cared.
But that's not the story I wanna tell you. Like I was saying, I work as a businessman in Atlanta, where the ratio of girls to guys is in my favor. When I got the job, I was given my very own office in a high-rise building, and I was also given my own secretary. I was sooo excited on the first day of work to meet my secretary, the woman I figured I would seduce and have eating outta my lap, literally. I got dressed in my finest suit looking quite good I might say and went off to work.
Now, all jokes aside, I really am quite a decent looking man. I'm close to the definition of tall dark and handsome. I'm an Italian who has dark skin and eyes, and is still in great shape from my college athletic career. In fact when I was in college I used to get teased by all the girls who wanted me. They would come right out and say that they wanted me to my face. They did this because they thought that I never hooked up with anyone. And then when I'd hook up with them, they'd keep up the act so as not to alarm their friends that I was on the market. So basically I fucked around with girls but nobody ever thought I did a thing, and every girl thought they were the only one getting it. It was quite the set up.
So I get to work looking dapper and am introduced to my secretary who will be handling all my phone calls and mail and shit like that. Now I know I said I love women, but even I couldn't get down with this 63 year old grandmother. I just can't do it. The man who was introducing me, my boss Jim, said, "I'd like you to meet your secretary Judy. Judy has been here for 29 years and is planning on retiring in six months. But, she will be you're faithful secretary till then."
'Great,' I thought in jest. Well at least I only have her for six months. I was soo ready for the sexy secretary who took care of ALL of my needs only to get this washed up woman. Over the next six months I worked well with Judy, and actually aside from pleasing me in any way sexually, she was very good to work with.
Then Jim stopped by one day in December and reminded me that Judy was retiring at the end of the month. How I couldn't wait for that. I asked Jim if were going to be a part of the selecting committee for my new secretary. He said no, but that I should not worry cause he'll take care of me. "Give me a fucking break," is all I could think. "In a city like this, he better pick me something sexy or I'm gonna be pissed." After Judy's retirement party I had a week without a secretary before my new one started. All that Jim told me was that she was 21 years old and was going to be a "great little worker." Not like I cared how hard she worked.
The following Monday rolled around fast and when I got to work expecting to meet my new secretary, she wasn't even there. I called Jim's office to ask what the deal was, and he told me that she just had to fill out some forms down in the HR dept. and would be up around 11am. So I had 3 hours to do work and sit around waiting for her.
Around 10:30am I there was a knock on my door. Not expecting it yet to be her I yelled "come in" and kept my head down finishing the sentence I was in the middle of writing. But as I was about to end the person spoke to me first.
"Ah Mr. Anders?" the soft voice said in a sweet tone.
As I looked up from my desk to the woman standing in the doorway, all I could muster was a weak sounding, "Yeah, that's me."
"Hi. I'm Trisha your new secretary," said the woman as if she was unsure she was in the right location.
As she said this I was taking notice of her pretty face and sexy body and was hardly paying any attention to what she said. She was medium height, about 5'6", with long dirty blonde hair. She had tanned skin that looked as if she just got back from the Bahamas. Her face had only a little makeup, with dark brown eyes that made you feel as if you were falling into them, and pouty lips that were glistening from the glossy lipstick she was wearing. She was wearing a short sleeve white blouse with the first 3 buttons undone, and a black mini skirt. I couldn't see any cleavage, but I could tell she had an ample chest, maybe a large B or a small C. Her body overall was athletic in shape. Not what I would call a skinny girl but was not even close to being thick. Just solid is all I could tell. Her legs and arms appeared to be quite toned with not a ripple of fat to be found.
As I came out of my daze I finally said, "Trisha did you say? Sorry Trisha I was just finishing up my report from last week." I got up from my desk and walked over to her shaking her hand welcoming her to the company. " Have a seat Trisha," I said.
"My name is Joseph Anders, but everyone calls me Joey." As I explained to her what I did and how she would be helping me, I couldn't help but occasionally take a peak at her body. Sometimes I would look down at her breasts, or sometimes I would go as far to look between her legs. Not that I could see anything, because her legs were pressed fast together. It was still exciting though. This is what I had been waiting for. I even think she caught me once or twice looking too. I didn't care though, I was in charge and she'd just have to get used to it.
When I showed her to her desk, she sat down in her chair and I hovered over her introducing her to her phone and computer. I could now smell her perfume, which smelled something like the beach or morning rain. It was very fitting to her and got me even more excited. I also had a nice view down her shirt. I couldn't see too much, but I could now see a little bit of tanned cleavage and a few freckles. It was definitely too much. My dick wasn't even hard. It was as if it were on overload.
I spent the rest of the day with her talking about the job and what she would be doing. When time came to go home she said, "Goodnight Mr. Anders. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"Joey!" I yelled back, "You can call me Joey."
"OK," she said with a smile and a quick wave as she closed the door behind her.
I was now beginning to come out of shock. As I leaned back in my chair with my hands around my head, I could only think of the days to come, and how nice it was going to be to look at her everyday. Now in the mood, I surfed the net looking at some porn for an hour, and then when home.
Trisha and I worked very well together for the next couple of weeks. Everyday she never failed to have a sexy outfit on that just made me go crazy. I knew she enjoyed the fact that I was looking so hard too. I never failed to tell her she looked pretty today or I like what you're wearing. Even a few of my clients commented on her. I think she probably made me a few more dollars just by being my secretary. Most guys would rather work with a guy with a secretary like Trisha than one like Judy.
After a month of Trisha prancing in and out of my office on a daily basis, I was starting to go crazy. I wanted her soo bad. I just wanted to make love to her for hours.
One Thursday in February I came in to work only to see her dressed in the same outfit she had worn the first day. The white blouse still had three buttons undone, though I wanted to ask her to undo the next one, but I figured this would lead to me just pulling my dick out of my pants and losing all control. She called into my office around 11 am and asked me if I had a second to answer two questions for her. Of course I told her to come on in to my office. She came in holding a paper and immediately started talking.
"OK. I have written the letter you asked me to write, but at the end of it I didn't know whether to sign it for you or let you sign it."
"I should probably sign it," I said as she moved around me behind my left shoulder. She handed me the paper and I signed it. As I was turning back around toward her I was distracted from looking at her face at the last second by her blouse that now had 4 buttons undone. "Thank you," I said in a slow voice as I was still staring at the new cleavage that was now visible. Whether it was by accident or she did it on purpose, I could not take my eyes away from her sexy chest and now partially visible white satin bra. When I finally looked up, I could tell that she had obviously noticed what I was staring at. She had a little smirk on her face and was sticking the pen in her mouth. What could I do though, it was in my face and I'm a man after all. No man could have resisted.
"Oh, the second thing I wanted to ask," she said as she walked towards my door giving me a good look at a very tight ass, "is can you possibly take me home today after work. My car is being fixed and I can't pick it up till tomorrow morning."
"Sure," I said. "We'll leave at 5."
"Sounds good to me," she said as she turned and walked out the door giving me yet another look at her ass. Her ass was slightly large for a girl her size, but very firm. Just the way most men want 'em.
I couldn't wait for work to end. I just wanted to get her in my car and then really get a good look at her as I was driving. With all those buttons undone I was sure to be hard as a rock the entire way to her home.
Around 4pm it began to rain outside, and it was raining hard. I was pissed for the first time ever that our company had parking garage attached to the building. I knew that Trisha didn't bring her jacket and I also knew that she had a white shirt and bra on. It almost made me hard just thinking about what would have happened if I were parked outside.
When 5pm did roll around I put on my jacket, turned off my computer, and went out to get Trisha. She was still working on her computer when I snuck up behind her, and I figured this would be a good time to take another look down her shirt. To my dismay, only the top 3 buttons to her blouse were undone. I was pissed, now how was I gonna get off on the ride home, it was bad enough that I couldn't get her wet before I got her into the car.
