Beth had no idea after a week at her new job as secretary that she'd be down on her knees with her mouth full of her new boss's cock. This was so unlike her, not to mention akin to the flimsy, lurid plot of a cheap porno. But nevertheless here she was, in Kevin's office with the door shut, her hands cupping his full, heavy shaved balls, her lips and tongue deftly slavering over his thick, vein-threaded member as he moaned deeply.
If only hubby would let me do this, she thought dimly. But then again, Kevin (as he insisted being called, not Mister Collin) was handsome, decent body in an older hunky guy kind of way, and his striking eyes, deep voice and salt and pepper hair practically made her wet during the interview a few weeks ago.
Kevin ran an efficient office, but casually so, and that reflected in his business attire on most days, which was khaki pants and Polo style shirts. Sure, during business meetings with clients he wore suits, but he usually dressed casually most days. But Beth couldn't see herself doing the same, so she stuck to skirts, blouses, business type attire for young professional women.
"Beth, would you mind coming in here for a few minutes," came the deep voice through the desk phone's intercom. Beth shuddered as waves of arousal coursed through her body. Her nipples instantly stiffened to bullet points, straining deliciously against the cups of her lacy bra. God, even hearing his voice made her instantly wet!
She quickly got up, grabbing her notepad and pen, straightening her dark skirt and cream-colored blouse, hoping her long strawberryblonde hair pulled back into a semi-professional ponytail didn't appear too casual. She thought about pulling it out, but then her hair would be messy...
Don't keep him waiting, you dummy! She shook her head and pivoted on her high heels, striding to the closed walnut office door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked.
"Come in, Beth," Kevin said, ostensibly from behind his desk.
She entered and smiled tightly, shutting the door. She was slightly surprised to see her boss moving from behind his broad cherry desk to the matching cabinet off to one side. Along two walls to the right were bookshelves neatly crammed with leather bound classics, many of which she herself owned. Another turn-on...a well-read man. Opposite those were the large window overlooking the office parking lot and beyond, the downtown area of the city. Late afternoon sunlight hit this side of the building, and he'd closed the blinds.
"Would you like a drink? I'm having a whiskey with ice," he said as he fetched two tumblers and a bottle of Knob Creek. "It's Friday and it's been a week, wouldn't you say?"
Beth blushed, nodding. "Um, sure...yes sir."
Kevin smiled, as he made the drinks, looking over at her. "Call me Kevin, Beth," he told her as he walked over to hand her the glass. "You know I'm pretty informal here."
They clinked glasses and took a sip, and Kevin gestured to the plush chocolate brown leather sofa below the wide shuttered window. "Let's sit and talk."
The whiskey warmth had begun to make her feel nice, not to mention if she drank the whole two fingers she'd have a very hard time keeping her very inappropriate thoughts about her boss to herself...alcohol had a way of lubriciously doing that. But then as his smiled vanished as they sat down, her mind filled with visions of him telling her she'd been doing a horrible job, that he'd have to let her go...
But I thought I was doing okay, she thought. He seemed pleased with how I've performed so far...or at least I thought?
"Beth, you're doing a fabulous job here," he began, and Beth exhaled a sigh of relief.
"Thank you, sir...I mean, Kevin," she said, hoping her blush deepening didn't appear too obvious. She sipped more bourbon and clenched her thighs. Dimly, she wondered if he'd noticed her jutting nipples beneath her bra. The delicious juncture between her thighs felt moist and hot.
"We have the staff meeting Monday morning and I wanted you to take notes on some things I had in mind for that, but..."
He trailed off, his gray green eyes fixed on her behind the stylish wire - rimmed glasses. His slight unshaven jaw tensed.
"What is it? Everything okay?" she asked, poised with her pad in her lap, pen at the ready. She'd put down the tumbler on the small smoked glass table next to the couch.
"I just...feel like we've met before," he confessed, grinning sheepishly. "Maybe at the gym, or bookstore...the cafe there, I don't know. You just seem...familiar."
Beth smiled, nodded, but while that might've been possible, she didn't recall meeting him previously. But like his confession, the few things about him he'd casually shared made her feel the same way. Yes, her boss was fairly serious while at work, not always all business, but they shared similar tastes in books, music, movies, food...and it certainly helped they crackled an air of electric attraction between them. Notwithstanding her own attraction to him, she had noticed the occasional looks her way.
He wants me, she thought. Fuck...but we're both married!
"I probably shouldn't say this to you," he began, sipping whiskey. "But...oh fuck..."
Her heart stuttered in her chest. Just say it, dammit! Or I will!
She'd noticed before he continued that he'd shifted his position on the sofa so he'd faced her, and the definite bulge in his khakis made it obvious.
"What the hell," Kevin said and drained the rest of the amber-colored liquor. "Beth, I'm very attracted to you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't say that and if you want-"
