Meet My Secretary

Allow me to tell you about Jane, my curvy, mature secretary.

She possesses a figure so devastatingly ample and seductive it drives me mad with desire. My name is Scott Williams, a 35 years-old divorcee and managing director of Williams Electronics, and I've harboured a fondness about Jane's body for a very long time. But, there is a big but – and I'm not talking about Jane's arse – there is an age gap between us, that plus the fact she's my secretary complicates things.

You see Jane is 45 years-old and widowed and she tends to look upon me as her maternal charge, especially during the years following my divorce. Following that acrimonious split, and after experiencing some barren patches of enforced celibacy, I started appreciating Jane not just for her maternal presence and professional skills, but for what she really was - a sexy, curvaceous woman of elegant taste and refinement, a gorgeous woman who radiates eroticism and tempts me into wondering if she would be amenable to a younger man's attention.

She has a sensual appeal, which is enhanced and highlighted by her elegant taste in clothes, make-up and choice of hairstyle, and at every opportunity I'd study her body fantasising about her lingerie and watching her taking her clothes off.

Jane's figure is strikingly voluptuous and she displays it to perfection. She is a buxom lady without appearing overweight. True her flesh bulges a little at the waist, hips and backside and at times it's a miracle that the buttons and zippers of her clothes remained fastened under such tension. But observing these trifling imperfections only increases the curvaceous comeliness of this full- bosomed woman adding seriously to her sensuous presence.

For work she normally wears austere but nevertheless classically designed clothes. A dress one day, a skirt the next, sometimes figure hugging, sometimes loose and her choice of blouses or shirts would always be satin or silk, and tied in a bow at the neck ... the kind of bow you wanted to undo.

And her choice of hosiery is always black or grey and finely meshed coordinating perfectly with every unfussy outfit she wears. When she moves between our adjoining offices a trail of perfume always follows in her wake, compelling me to lift my nose and inhale the sweet aroma that envelopes her shapely, curvaceous beauty. And the seductive click-clacking of her high-heels on the wooden floor is usually my cue to surreptitiously adjust my erection beneath the desk. My craving and lust were reaching a point where I to do about something about it; I had to contrive a scenario whereby I could confess my feelings and hopefully not risk our relationship being damaged.

That opportunity presented itself unexpectedly one afternoon after I'd finished dictating some letters. Although we used internal email system throughout the factory, I preferred to dictate my correspondence for Jane to type up. With this practice I get to watch Jane crossing and uncrossing her legs and wager how far the hem of her skirt would rise along plump thighs. Some days it rose alarmingly high, like this afternoon when it reached an all-time high leaving me to speculate on whether Jane ever wore stockings. Wallowing in this stocking fixation, I pictured their lacy tops and perhaps a glimpse of a suspender coming into view, wondering whether my delightful secretary was aware just how much of her lovely meaty thighs she was exhibiting.

So, with my carnal thoughts on Jane's legs to embolden me, I finally plucked up the courage and asked her.

'Would you like to have dinner with me tonight, Jane?'

She didn't reply immediately and I thought I'd blown all hope of initiating something special. Then, as I waited for her to speak she smiled allaying my unease. Jane placed her notepad on the desk and uncrossed her legs. She narrowed her eyes, tugged at the hem of her dress – with very little effect - and gave me a look of incredulity.

'Dinner!' she said mocking me. 'Scott Williams, you've been staring at my legs, and other parts of my anatomy, for the past thirty minutes and all you want is a dinner companion!' Jane's retort was totally unexpected and took me by surprise, as did her next act. She got to her feet parked her backside on my lap wrapping an arm around my shoulders; this was not the kind of reaction I was expecting, neither was the shuffling of her rear on my stiff erection.

'Now, be truthful, Scott. What you really meant to say was – can I take you to bed, Jane?' Suddenly I was very nervous of what she was about to say. 'I've felt your eyes on me, watching me when I wasn't looking and every time I take dictation you sit on this low sofa in order to see up my skirt. I ask you again, Scott Williams, is that all you want me for, a dinner companion?'

I swallowed to moisten my mouth, trying to pluck up the courage to answer honestly. But the seconds ticked by and I still didn't reply. But when Jane took my hand and placed it on her thighs, my mettle instantly resolved.

'Yes, Jane, that is precisely what I meant.' I replied.

'Thank you, Scott. I value honesty and I am very flattered you see me as a desirable woman, even though I'm considerably older; but dinner won't be necessary as a prelude. Why don't you call on me around eight this evening; you know where I live.' Jane stood up and bending over grabbed a handful of my erection. 'And bring this thing with you.' She smiled lasciviously and I was ecstatic that I'd finally addressed the elephant in the room.

I must admit to a certain amount of trepidation as I waited for Jane to answer the door that evening. It was one thing fantasising about seducing an older woman, but quite another when that moment arrives and you find yourself standing nervously on her doorstep clutching flowers and wondering what she is expecting. In the event my concern was baseless, for when Jane opened the door my eyes were drawn immediately to the flesh of her expansive breasts and the cleavage on show between the folds of a coffee-coloured satin robe; then I realised exactly what she was expecting.

'Come in, Scott, go through to the lounge we'll have a drink.' Jane led the way and I followed her perfumed trail like a slave being dragged along by the invisible force of his master. Jane poured the wine, handed me a glass and indicated the sofa. I sat down and Jane sat beside me. She crossed her legs causing the satin robe to part and reveal lacy stocking tops adorning her powerful thighs.

'Here's to a happy time.' She said touching my glass with hers. 'I apologise for not being dressed,' she said covering up her legs. 'But I hadn't yet decided what to wear.'

I told her. 'Jane, please don't bother on my account. What you are wearing now is perfectly alright by me - and very sexy.'

'That's nice of you to say so, but I suspect the flash of stocking top and sight of my cleavage might have been an influencing factor. Am I right?' Jane adjusted the robe to cover up her exposed areas.

'Absolutely,' I replied truthfully. 'You look stunning, a hell of a contrast to what you wear for the office. Perhaps I should make it compulsory for you to wear that robe for work.' My heart was thumping like crazy as I said the words.

'Yes, I'm sure you would, but I don't think there would be much work done.' Jane said mockingly as she linked arms with me. 'But Scott, but I'm interested in your feelings regarding our age gap? Personally, I'm extremely comfortable and highly flattered to learn of your affection towards me, but please tell me you're genuine about seeking a relationship and not just harbouring a fanciful whim about bedding an older woman.'

'No, it's not a whim, Jane. I hold you in high regard, as well as fancying you like crazy.' I pronounced.

'I'm so pleased to hear you say that, Scott, I hope you feel the same way when you see me without any clothes on – should we get that far.' Jane giggled. 'I'm not exactly glamour-girl standard. Nevertheless, I consider my body erotic and sexy for my age. I'm pleased with what I possess and judging by the way your eyes are feasting on my breasts, I'd say you are too; would you like to see more of them.' Jane's words were provocative. I drew a deep breath and launched into a tirade of honesty and lust.

'Jane, I can't tell you how thrilling it is listening to you talk about your body. Hearing you refer to your breasts and lingerie excites me; I'm surprised you can't hear my heart thumping away.'

Jane placed her drink on the side table and turning to me laid a hand over my heart.

'Good heavens so it is and what about this thing.' She lowered her hand to my groin and grasped my erection; I sighed heavily and said.

'That's all down to you and your gorgeous body.'

Our heads came together and we kissed, tenderly at first but when the cosmetic taste of Jane's lipstick inflamed my senses and I perceived her tongue darting and searching between my lips, I reciprocated and intensified the passion. Eventually I broke away fearing I'd spill my drink.

'I haven't enjoyed a kiss like that for a very, very long time, Scott. It was perfect.'

Jane gave me a further peck on the cheek and took her hand out of my groin. She refilled our glasses and resumed her discourse on our age difference. I confessed to my love-life not being particularly buoyant or what I'd like it to be but meeting the right someone was difficult. Single girls were as rare as hen's teeth, which left only divorced women and they tended to come with baggage. 'But now I think I've found that someone and life suddenly has more meaning.'

'Ah, that's such a sweet thing to say.' I sensed her profound candour. 'OK, so we're agreed age makes no difference to our little intrigue and that you like seeing me dressed in this robe, but are you wondering what lingerie I'm wearing beneath it? Does the sight of a woman wearing sexy lingerie excite you, Scott?'

'Very much, Jane, it appeals to my baser instincts.'

'Good, because I love wearing sensuous underwear, feeling it next to my skin makes me so horny.'

Jane put down her drink and rose to her feet. Slowly, her fingers moved to the single fastening holding her robe together and released it. She held the halves apart, waiting for my comments. 'Does this collection please you?' She wanted to know.

Did it please me? Did it please me? Jane looked fabulous. Here was this wonderful, mature, sexy woman parading her ample, full-bosomed, half-naked body for my sole appreciation and she wanted to know if her lingerie pleased me. Of course it fucking well pleased me! I told her so and complimented her accordingly. Then, acting on impulse and once more wanting to hear her talk about herself, I asked her to describe what she was wearing. She thought for a moment before speaking.

'Now, I don't believe you're as gauche as you are trying to make out, Scott. Surely you've been with girlfriends who wear this kind of lingerie, and your wife must have worn sexy outfits too.'

'True enough, Mrs Davies,' I replied in a subordinate tone. 'But I would like to hear you describe what you are wearing. I want to hear your voice telling me in your own words about each item. Describe the materials and the colours and the names of the individual items; I would like that very much, Jane.'

I don't think Jane was expecting a reply in quite that fashion, but my request didn't seem to faze her.

'OK, Scott, if that is what you want.'

'Yes please, I love listening to your suggestive voice articulating intimately.' I answered.

Jane took a deep breath and slipped the satin robe from her shoulders. It fell to the carpet with a provocative hiss making my erection twitch. She placed her hands on hips, turning this way and that, making sure I saw all aspects of her figure and lingerie; then, in a lush seductive tone she began.

'Scott, I do believe you like to hear a woman talk dirty. Does that turn you on, get you excited?'

'To be honest it's never crossed my mind. But this evening you've made me realise how much pleasure there is to be had watching you and listening to your explicit oratory concerning lingerie. So yes, Jane, I suppose I do love hearing you talk dirty.'

'I see, so you won't object to my naughty words?' Jane asked.

'Oh no, sweet lady,' I answered, 'the naughtier the better. '

'Very well and Scott, feel free to get your cock out, stroke it for me; I'm dying to see if it twitches as you listen.' Jane continued. 'Tonight, I am wearing three items of matching lingerie in black lace and red satin. The garment around my waist,' she indicated with her fingers. 'Is a retro- styled high-waisted, waspie suspender set - that's quite a mouthful isn't it? It has a red satin front panel and red decorative bows and ribbons. As you can see the suspenders hang down and clip onto my stockings.' Jane paused briefly to enquire if she was doing OK. I nodded and gesticulated for her to continue as I unzipped my fly; Jane's eyes opened expectantly.

'My seamed black stockings are sheer 15 denier with red top panels and red Cuban heels, and they look absolutely fabulous with my stilettos.' Jane thrust out a leg at me. 'Feel how nice they are. Don't be shy, Scott, run your fingers up my legs and stroke the inside of my thigh; feel the contrast between the sheer mesh and my soft skin.'

I did as she suggested and on impulse leaned forward to gently kiss the naked flesh above the red topped stockings. I felt Jane's approval as she clutched my head tighter to her pussy; her action opened the floodgates to heaven!

'Fuck, woman, your pussy smells gorgeous.' I mouthed instinctively into the black lace of her panties.

'Mmm, I like the sound of that, Scott, but will you think it tastes nice too.' Now I definitely liked the sound of that.

'To continue, my bra is cut low to expose as much of my breasts as possible ... I had planned to wear a very low cut dress tonight. The red satin cups with their black lace overlay are unpadded and, as you can probably see I fill them with a gratuitous ease, and I've no doubt you can discern my nipples which feel quite large at the moment.' Jane raised her eyebrows questioningly. 'Yes,' she confirmed flicking at the bulging satin cups of her bra. 'Both are protruding beautifully.

'Do they feel as hard as they appear?' I asked hoping she would invite me to test them for myself. I wasn't to be disappointed.

'Why don't you find out for yourself?' Jane replied bending from the waist.

I reached up and with forefinger and thumb and gently held a nipple. As I did I felt an electric charge of excitement surge through my body as the size and unyielding rigidity of their protrusion impacted on my senses. They were fabulous to touch; I lifted my other hand and indulged myself with the twin pleasures of Jane's nipples.

'My God, Jane, they feel beautiful beneath this red satin, so hard and stiff. Do they like being sucked?'

'They certainly do, as well as being nibbled and chewed!' She answered. 'But what do you think of my breasts, are they too big or would you say a perfect size for the rest of my body?' I released her nipples and shaped my hands to cup both breasts feeling their weight and firmness; I sighed.

'Jane, I've wanted to do this for ages. At the office I think of reaching out and squeezing your breasts, just like this.'

'You are a naughty boy, Scott Williams, but you should have. I would have welcomed your advances believe me, just as I embraced the stiffness of your erection when I sat on your lap.' Jane bobbed lower to grasp my cock, which was hard and doing me proud. As soon as her fingers contacted with my shaft it throbbed more urgently. 'Yes, I would certainly have welcomed this beautiful erection. Oh, Scott, why has it taken you so long to declare your interest in me?' Jane's fingers busied themselves extracting my cock. 'I would have loved to do all this with you much sooner.' She murmured arranging both hands around my naked cock and stroking it; I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensual pleasure her fingers were bringing to my flesh.

Jane's next action was to remove my trousers and then turn her attention back to my pulsing penis. She dragged her coloured fingernails over my extremely sensitive foreskin making me groan aloud; she seemed to know exactly what I liked.

'You like your cock being teased, eh? I used to tease my husband's to make him hard for me. Christ that was a long time ago, poor Gerald! He loved me to suck him then shoot his cum into my mouth. Do you like to shoot your cum between a woman's lips, Scott?'

'It's never happened for me.' I answered truthfully.

'Never, well we'll rectify that tonight!' Jane proclaimed. 'Would you like me to suck your beautiful cock, lick it all over and tease the eye of that exquisite knob with my tongue? I'm going to wank you until you can't control yourself and you have to squirt lots of your hot sticky cum into my mouth?'

'Yes please, Jane.' I replied trying to retain my hold on reality. 'That would be heavenly.'

'And afterwards, would you like to see your hot sticky cum dribble from my lips or, would you like to see me swallow it?'

Jane's honeyed description and use of language was devastatingly sexy. She knew how to seduce me using just words and they were beginning to take their toll on my composure; and she knew it!

'... I would love to see it dribble from your lips, please.' I managed to breathe.

'Then you shall, but first I want you to fuck me, Scott! I want to feel this erection filling me. I want to feel it deep inside me probing my depth and the shaft rubbing tight against the walls of my vagina. I am so hungry for you, I haven't had a real cock for years and to be absolutely honest young man, after seeing and touching yours, I can wait no longer!'

Jane suddenly straightened up and hooking her thumbs into the black bikini panties drew them down her legs and off completely. Then, kneeling astride my cock she reached down between her thighs and guided my knob between her labia and into the pink welcoming warmth of her pussy. Her action was so quick and practiced it took me by surprise. She spoke.

'Don't worry, Scott, it's not about satisfying me – at least not on this occasion, it's about the thrill of being fucked for the first time in ages. It's about the sheer thrill and excitement of being fucked by your beautiful, hard cock.'

I couldn't resist pushing upwards but Jane halted me by rubbing her black panties over my face.

'Don't start yet my darling,' she whispered, 'I want you to smell these, feel them against your lips and tell me how much you like them.' I didn't hesitate, mainly because I wanted the fucking to begin.

'Sweet Jane, they're heavenly. They carry the bouquet of your pussy, the delicate nectar from your vaginal tunnel; I adore the taste and want to lick your pussy dry.'

'That's what I want to hear from you, Scott,' she said feeding the black lace into my mouth. 'Now, while we fuck you can have the taste of my cunt as well.' I nodded my approval and as Jane raised herself to experience my erection, I prepared to harmonise with her rhythm.

The minutes passed in an epicurean assortment of sexual delight. Jane's carnal appetite was vigorous and demanding, but I think I managed to satisfy her needs. She took total control with the result I found myself being re-positioned several times, finally ending up entering her from behind while she knelt on the sofa. When I announced my intention to cum, Jane disengaged herself and parked her backside on the edge of the sofa, while I continued to stroke myself to a finish, with more than a little assistance from her squeezing my balls.

'Come on, Scott, give it all to me. Spunk all over my face and tits, cover me with your cum! Shoot it anywhere and everywhere, I've waited too long for a real man to do it. Come on, Scott, you darling boy, faster, faster.'