What can I say? Tracy was absolutely perfect. She was a wonderful secretary, she was a great fuck, and best of all she was discreet. One minute she could be sucking my cock, the next she could be smiling and schmoozing the CEO. I think our relationship gave her extra confidence around the office, as most of her timidity melted away in a week or so.
Her thinness wasn't the only thing about her that I liked. Though the initial attraction was purely physical, after a few dates I realized that I actually liked her as a person as well. She had a wicked sense of humor, and she aimed to please without acting too insecure. She was terribly insecure of course but she did her best to hide it. She was needy but not overbearing or controlling. And best of all she had a voracious sexual appetite- just like me.
We usually exchanged oral at work and saved fucking for dates. My favorite thing to do was take her to dinner. I just loved the way she would squirm and order a salad and just push it around the plate.
There was a man playing piano nice and quiet. The restaurant was lit with a dreamy yellow candlelight. I could not take my eyes off of Tracy. Her pale blonde hair caught the light and framed her face with a halo. Her eyes sparkled. She wore a slinky teal tube dress and no bra, just the amazing breasts that I fairly worshiped.
"What're you looking at, Jack?" she asked, leaning forward to give me a better view of her cleavage.
"You, of course."
