Many thanks to Penny Jones for her able editing!
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Mama always said you can love a rich man as easy as you can love a poor man. She also said I was sitting on a gold mine, and it took some years to figure that one out but I eventually did. A lot of miners have dug around in my mine but no one has hit the mother-load yet.
My name is Sarah England and I'm a single woman and a nymphomaniac. Variety is the spice of life and I like my life very spicy. This is how I had the best hour of my life so far.
I was sitting at my desk typing and in he walked. Six foot four inches of burning love with dark brown, bedroom eyes, muscles bulging and an ass to die for. I wish mine was half as firm. It was one of those pinch-able asses that make you just want to reach out and grab a handful. You know the sort I'm talking about?
I work for a big construction firm called Beasley Construction. We build paper mills all over the country. Turning wood chips into paper is a complex process, and requiring various machines and storage facilities. Beasley Construction constructs those facilities and gets these mills up and going.
I am the project manager's secretary. Bill Hagar is his name and he's an occasional miner in my gold mine. This has been going on since I was a fresh new addition to the secretarial pool.
I like to think I am getting older and wiser. I am thirty now and you would think a girl would learn something about men in all those years since I left home. Not me, never let it be said about me!
My job description says I'm an executive secretary. This basically means that I handle whatever comes through the door and whatever my boss doesn't get around to. That might mean entertaining the owner of the company or flying out to hand deliver a bid on a job.
That day Alex came through the door and boy oh boy I wanted to handle him. Once I reeled my tongue back in my mouth and gathered my wits about me I asked, "can I help you?"
Alex walked over and leaned on my desk with a grin. "I'm here to see Bill Hagar. I'm the new iron worker foreman. I just arrived here to start setting up the lay down yard. Personnel told me to check in with him before I start working on a set of plans and getting an order in for the iron."
I couldn't help noticing that Alex had no wedding ring on his finger. I flashed a megawatt smile at Alex and asked him to take a seat in the waiting area. His eyes traveled down the top of my dress to my cleavage and stayed there for a minute before meeting my gaze again. Grinning at me again he said, "sure" and took a seat across the room from me.
I pretended to be busy as Alex sat there looking at me. I could tell he was interested. A girl just knows these things. I make sure of it by dressing as slutty as the company dress code allows. Low cut blouses, short skirts, and fuck me heels.
I offered him some coffee or a soda as an excuse to spend more time talking to him and because, well, that's just part of what I do. I wanted to see that nice ass just once more so I told him to help himself to whatever was in the office refrigerator. He smiled again and said, "I would rather have your phone number."
Wow! He was a fast worker. That's another thing I like about a man, confidence. Alex had it in spades.
Our company has a fraternization policy. No dating among coworkers. Far be it for me to break the rules. Heck who am I fooling? He would have my number before the day was out. I am never one to let grass grow under my feet.
I have a tried and true way of getting my phone number in the hands of any man who catches my eye. Remember I am the executive secretary after all. That means I have contact with local area people who help with rental properties and things of that nature for the workers who transfer in to work for the company. I facilitate contact between those workers and area services, and if I just happen to facilitate contact between myself and them, so much the better.
I opened my desk drawer and took out the company phone directory. I went over to the copy machine and made a copy for Alex. I also took a highlighter and highlighted my office and personal phone numbers.
I walked over to where Alex was leaning back in a chair and, bending over so that he could see lots of cleavage, I passed him the copy. Leaning down in front of him I pointed out the highlights on the page and told him if he needed anything at all to be sure to get in touch with me. I could feel my nipples getting hard as he stared down my blouse. It always gets my excited knowing a man is interested and I could tell he was by the nice package I could see in the front of his jeans. I took just a moment to check it out and then, licking my lips, lifted my eyes back to his. He just smiled at me and said, "I will, no worries."
I walked back to my desk, hips swinging, my panties sopping wet. I love it when a man looks at me like he wants to just grab me, toss my skirt up and fuck the hell out of me. What girl doesn't?
I had notified Bill that Alex was waiting and he came out, shook hands with him and they went into his office. After about twenty minutes Bill walked out and asked me to order some lunch. As he started back towards his office he turned and said, "Oh get some for yourself also, put the 'out to lunch' sign up, lock up and join us."
This usually is a signal that Bill wants to fuck me. I was a little puzzled since this was the first time he had asked me to join him and another man for lunch. He is usually very discrete. I have been his personal secretary and taking care of his voracious sexual appetite for three years now. I would slip into his office when the urge struck him and give him a quick blow job or hand job depending on the time we had available. We had sex often in a variety of places and in all sorts of ways. I got a tidy bonus every three months for doing a good job of keeping Bill happy and satisfied when we were away from home on business. I considered it one of the perks of my job.