Coming out of my dazed moment of imagined passion, I hear her as she calls my name telling me that there's another 'crisis' moment on the other end of the phone line. I walk toward her desk instead of telling her to transfer the call to the phone next to me. I know, I know, it's just a cheap thrill for me but I find myself looking to steal any moment when I can get near to her. As I grab the receiver from her hand, I gently brush against her beautiful blond hair. Taking the call, I work to keep a steady voice, still and confident, hearing but not really listening to the person on the other line. Instead, my mind is racing as I gaze down at my secretary as she picks up her trashy novel to begin reading again.
She always wears something so unbelievably sexy each day. I know that it must make visitors to the office wonder why I don't say something to her. I sometimes wonder if it's completely obvious why I don't. But today, ah, today she is wearing my favorite incredibly short skirt. Her delicious legs so tan and creamy smooth just begging to be caressed. I move around to lean against her desk while holding the receiver to my ear, all the while knowing that if I get into the right position I may be able to get her to show a bit of her world to me.
That song, yep, I always loved that song by Jon Mayer. Now the words really hit home for me as I imagine us by ourselves in a moment like that described in the song. The door opens to the outer office as I hang up the phone. As she turns to greet the person entering, I cast a quick glance down to her firm but supple breasts pressing tightly against her Abercrombie t shirt. That teal colored bra showing through the material just teasing me to reach out and free them. I realize I better get my focus back to work as I look up to notice that she caught my wandering eyes...again. Heading back into my office I let her know that I'll be in working on a report and won't be able to be disturbed except for a dire emergency.
Shutting my door behind me, I walk over to my desk and sit back in my chair. I slowly move my hand down to caress my stiffening cock through my pants. I close my eyes and picture her in her sexy outfit, imagining her as she sits reading one of her smutty books as she often does when things slow down to a lull. I think about how wet she gets reading the steamy descriptions of lovers letting themselves loose on each other. As my mind begins to race, I feel my shaft harden in my grip. I continue to imagine her moving her hand down between her legs, her pulse quickening with each sentence she reads.
Suddenly...the door opens to the office... "Damn" I think to myself, I forgot to lock the door behind me. There I am, laying back in my chair with my hand grasping my now rock hard bulge pressing against my pants. I look up with the startled look of a schoolboy caught looking down his teacher's shirt. To my instant surprise, I see her as she turns and gently closes the door shut, turning the lock and hearing the 'click' of the lock echo in my ears. Tilting her head to one side, she bats her beautiful brown eyes at me as she looks at me, still frozen in the same position I was in when she opened the door.
Suddenly, her mouth opens and she says, "I know you only said to bother you in a dire emergency, but, I think this qualifies" as she teasingly lifts her short little mini skirt up to reveal the most delicious looking wet spot between her legs on her teal colored thong. I finally break my frozen state and motion her over to me with me head. Her confident stride belying her age and inexperience. My heart pounds knowing I had never before crossed over any personal and professional boundries with anyone, let alone, an 18 year old working for me on a summer job as a secretary.
As she comes around the side of my desk, she continues to take control by straddling me on the chair. Her arms wrap around me and I take my hands and grab her on each side, absorbing the moment as she tosses her hair back and I slide my hands up along her back, pressing her to me. Our mouths connect in a passionate kiss, finally unleashed. The intensity heightened by the taboo nature of the interlude. I feel her soft wetness as she grinds down on my bulging cock, now aching to be released from the tight confines of my pants. Her breasts press against my chest as we continue to kiss.
As we probe each other with our tongues, my hands begin to lift her tight little Abercrombie shirt as if it were Christmas morning and I was opening the gift of a lifetime. She pulls back and raises her arms just long enough for the top to fly off. I begin to kiss her on her neck and, out of the corner of my eye, I see her breasts heaving with passion begging to be set free from her teal bra.