The following, believe it or not, is a completely true story.
Liliana, my Venezuelan secretary, was looking exceptionally good that day. She was wearing her hair up, for a start, which always makes her look attractive and she had on an elegant pair of black pants with a cream-colored top. Her top didn’t do much to conceal her very full breasts or the fact that she was wearing an eye-catching white lace bra. When she came into my office my gaze lingered on her chest and I swear I could see the merest outline of her nipple. She smiled coquettishly and turned to walk away. I watched the sway of her hips lustfully, noticing a very enticing thong panty-line as she walked. A few minutes later, she came into my office again. I noticed that she had applied fresh lipstick since last time. Again, my gaze settled on her voluptuous breasts as she spoke to me.
“Are you listening?” she asked. “Who …er, yes, of course.” I stammered. She laughed, “You’re watching me, aren’t you?” I was lost for an answer, but she saved me by saying, “It’s ok, I don’t mind. Actually, I’m flattered. Look, I have to go to the storeroom. Why don’t you come with me?” “What?” I exclaimed. “Come on. What’s wrong with you? Just get up and follow me can’t you?” Dumbly, I followed her to the storeroom which was located just around the corner from my office. There was no one around and Liliana quickly unlocked the door. “Quick,” she hissed. “We only have about ten minutes before someone comes around. Get inside.” This was unbelievable. Ever since joining the company I’d fantasized about Liliana. She was one of the secretaries, a pretty dark-haired Latina about 28 years old, perhaps a little overweight but with beautiful breasts and a shapely ass. In my fantasies, I’d had sex with her numerous times, but here I was about to fuck her for real. Needless to say, I had a major hard-on already and my breathing was starting to get somewhat ragged.