Stephen had been watching her ever since she had started working at his firm a few weeks ago. His old secretary had resigned for family reasons but efficient as ever she had found a replacement for him before leaving. Olivia was more than qualified for the job and he had no problems agreeing to her employment, but she had more than just qualifications, she had one of the sexiest bodies he had ever seen and he just couldn't keep his eyes of her. Her long glossy black hair was always worn up in a bun, leaving her beautiful long neck exposed. Her eyes where such a dark brown colour they could easily be mistaken for black, and her skin was an olive colour, a testament to her Mediterranean origins.
She never wore any thing too revealing yet she oozed sensuality, like today, she was wearing a white-buttoned blouse, three buttons undone and a black pinstriped skirt, which was tight but almost, came to her knees. She had a graceful body, and from what he could see it was a full womanly one, hips that swayed slightly as she walked, a small waist and full breasts. She was quiet, polite and efficient, he couldn't fault her work but as each day passed he found it harder to concentrate when she was around, he desired her so badly, but he had never allowed inter office romances and had always steered clear of the boss sleeping with his secretary cliché.
The heat didn't help, they where experiencing a record heat wave this summer and it was beginning to affect everything, he just couldn't concentrate, something had to give, and soon, before he went mad. A knock on the door shook him from his thoughts, "come in" he mumbled, taking a drink of the already warm water and grimacing at its taste." I am sorry to disturb you but you said you needed a few letters written and it is getting late". Stephan stared at her, she looked so cool, only a few minute beads of sweat on her forehead gave away the fact that she was also feeling the heat.
"Yes, of course I had completely forgotten, but they can wait till tomorrow if you want to go" he looked out of his office and saw that the last few employees where packing up to go home. "No its fine" she said "I would rather stay and get them done, I have nothing to rush home to". Closing the door behind her she sat down on the other side of his desk. As she crossed her legs he began to wonder if she was wearing stockings or tights. He coughed nervously trying not to look at her too closely, desperately trying not to smell the fruity fragrance of her perfume. " Right, well, shall we begin"?
He must have been halfway through the first letter when she suddenly interrupted him. Pointing to the fridge in the corner she asked " would you mind if I got myself a cold drink I am afraid I am rather hot" "Of course not help yourself" he replied
He watched as she swayed towards the fridge, the leather of the chair had made her skirt rise up slightly, so that when she bent over to get a drink he could a just see the bottom of the lace at the top of her stockings. He knew he shouldn't be looking, he could feel himself hardening as he did, he undid the top button of his shirt and loosened his tie suddenly feeling very restricted. Standing back up she undid the lid on the bottle of water, tilted her head back and began to drink. He became fixated on her throat watching it move as she swallowed the chilled liquid, a small dribble left her mouth and rolled slowly down over her chin, tracing the long line of her neck and slipping seductively down towards her cleavage. He could hear her small murmurs of enjoyment as she drank the refreshing liquid and he had to stifle a moan of his own, his cock pushing ever more forcefully against his pants, demanding freedom.
Finally she stopped drinking and returned, catlike to the chair, "sorry" she said, "It is just so humid, I can never seem to stay cool". Stephen felt like remarking that she wasn't exactly helping him to cool down either, as he watched she unconsciously undid another button, and began to pull at the top of her blouse to get some cool air down it. Now he could clearly see the sides of her restrained breasts and a little of the white lace from the bra she was wearing. He picked up a tissue and began to mop his brow, licking his dry lips, his voice raspy as he spoke "Shall we continue?" He couldn't just sit there looking at that sweet enticing cleavage, so he stood, hoping she wouldn't notice the large bulge at the front of his trousers.
He began to pace, the room, dictating the letter and removing his tie as he did so. Losing his concentration he went behind her chair to look at what he had just said, his eyes where immediately drawn to her breasts, from above he got an even better view, he could see the tops of both of her breasts cupped in a lace bra, her olive complexion a stark contrast to the whiteness of the lace, he wondered if the whole bra was see through and what colour her nipples where, as he looked closer he noticed that her nipples where already poking gently through the flimsy material of her blouse. Feeling his swelled cock push into the back of the chair he mumbled, "Could you get me a drink please"?
Stephen watched as she got up, smiled and moved to the fridge, this time even more of her stocking tops where visible as she bent over, and the tightness of her skirt emphasised the firmness of her round buttocks. He didn't know what made him do it, maybe it was the heat, but he moved up behind her and slid a hand between her slightly parted legs feeling along the small piece of lace hiding her sex. Olivia gasped but didn't say anything; he could feel the heat emanating from her. His fingers began to move slowly up and down tracing the out line of her lips below the pants, he was lost, all he could think about was her heat, her smell, her sex and his own lust.
Olivia began to move in time with his fingers gently pushing her arse towards him and then back. Lifting her skirt up he felt along her bottom whilst his other hand kept stroking her, feeling how firm it was, looking at her round succulent cheeks barely covered by her high cut lace knickers. His fingers began to become wet from her hunny, arousing him further, sliding the pants aside he found her lips, pushing them further apart he worked his way towards her clit, taking it between his fingers he rubbed it, and heard her moan in response, tickling softly he moved back towards her opening and slid two fingers inside her. So warm, so wet, so tight and so hungry, Olivia groaned louder and pushed herself down on to his fingers forcing them deeper inside.
"Turn around" he whispered in a voice full of desire.
