I have been pretty lucky in my life, and shortly after finishing college, I set up my own small accounting company, and have been doing fairly well.
Now to be honest, the company is basically just me, but, I do have a wonderful receptionist called Mrs Mills, who answers my phone and does all the basic office work.
Now Mrs Mills is a little older than me, I'm in my mid-twenties, where as Mrs Mills is in her early forties, but she still looks quite youthful.
She's a tall slim woman, with a pretty face and long straight brown hair, which she occasionally wears down, but most of the time usually wears up in a bun, on the back of her head.
Also most days, she comes into work dressed in a light blue blouse, dark blue knee length skirt over black stockings, and black high heels.
She is I would say, fairly hot for an older lady, and the best secretary I could ask for, and I think I would certainly be struggling without her.
Anyway, around one o'clock, we usually stop for lunch, and I like to head out of the office to a local cafΓ© down the road to get some food, while Mrs Mills, usually stays at her desk and eats something she brought from home.
Now, on this one particular day, I had gone out as usual, only to find the cafΓ© was closed for maintenance that day.
This of course was a bit annoying, because I liked their food and sitting in their lovely relaxing place to eat it, but it wasn't a total problem, because there was a take away place nearby too.
So, I got something food from there instead, and headed back to the office, to eat at my desk.
However, after making my way back to our floor, and strolling to our office door, I pushed it open, and walked in, only to stop dead in surprise.
To my total amazement and disbelief, Mrs Mills was sat back in her office seat, with her stocking clad feet up on the desk, her slim legs were wide apart, with her skirt was up around her waist, and she was busily rubbing her furry little pussy.
"Oh yes George! Yes! I can feel it inside of me! I can feel it deep inside of me!" she moaned into her phone, with her eyes closed.
I stood completely frozen, as Mrs Mills continued to rub her hand over her trimmed hairy mound, and as she had no knickers on, I got a full view of it.
"Oh yes! Harder George! Harder!" she then moaned again in pleasure, into her phone.
George was her husband, she had told me about him on many occasions, and judging by the way she was moaning in desire for him, they were very happy together.
Mrs Mills continued for another few seconds, happily rubbing her furry cunt, while I just stood watching in amazement, before she then opened her eyes, and saw me.
She instantly let out a cry of surprise, and then exclaimed in horror "Mr Boner!"
Clearly very embarrassed, Mrs Mills then quickly sat up, dropping her legs back down on the floor, before covering herself with one of her hands, as the other still held the phone to her ear.
"What are you doing back so soon?" she then asked in confusion.
"Well, the cafΓ© was closed today, so I had to get a take out!" I replied, holding up my bag of goodies, before I asked curiously "But I think the more important question here is... what are you doing?"
Mrs Mills instantly blushed, and then said sheepishly "Well, you see, it's Mr Mills and I date night tonight, and well... we like to warm up for it, beforehand!"
I now understood completely, they liked a little phone sex to get things going before their date night, and it sounded like an exciting way to get things started, but, having seen Mrs Mills moaning happily in pleasure, I knew I had a better way she could warm up.
So, I then smiled back at her, before I said "Well, perhaps I could help you there?"
Mrs Mills looked back at me curiously, before I placed my lunch on the corner of her desk, and then moved around it towards her.
I then took hold of her office chair, and turned it towards me, before I smiled and dropped to my knees in front of her.
My horny mature secretary then realised what I was saying, and after a moment, she smiled, before she slowly opened her stocking clad legs again.
Opening them as wide as she could, I got an even better view of that furry little pussy of hers, with her slim pink lips just peeking out between the trimmed brown hairs that surrounded it, and eagerly, I moved my head closer to her.
Moving it between her slim open thighs, I pushed my face into her warm moist hairy mound, and instantly, Mrs Mills moaned in delight.
As my mouth pressed against body, I pushed my tongue out and began licking her little pink lips, moving my wet tongue up and down over her pussy, and Mrs Mills moaned again in pleasure.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh yes!" she exclaimed happily, as I licked her hairy cunt.
As I rubbed her lips some more with my tongue, I could hear her husband on the phone still, wondering what was going, and after a few seconds, she replied with a delighted moan "Oh honey. Steve's licking my pussy! He's licking my furry wet pussy so good!"
I couldn't hear what her husband replied, but the conversation continued, and as I kept licking Mrs Mills, she ran horny commentary on it.
As she told him between moans and groans what I was doing to her, and how wonderful it felt, I wondered if he thought it was real, or just a bit of role playing she was now doing.
To be honest I didn't care either way, and just happily continued to lick her furry little pussy, as she moaned into her phone about it.
"Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh, he's tonguing me so good! I can feel his big wet tongue rubbing all over my little pussy lips, and licking every inch of my hot little cunt!" she then said excitedly into her phone.
I was certainly trying to do that, and keenly continued to lick her pussy, and make her moan in delight.
The next couple of minutes, I happily rubbed my tongue up and down her moist little crack, and Mrs Mills groaned some more into her phone, as she lay back in her seat, with her legs hanging over the arms of it.
After a while however, I decided to go deeper, and eagerly pushed my wet tongue between her little lips, and poked it into her warm hole.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! He's pushed his tongue into my pussy! He's literally fucking me with his tongue!" she then cried in delight.
As I prodded her warm wet cunt repeatedly with my tongue, Mrs Mills began slowly grinding against my face, clearly loving what I was doing, and as she ground against me, she moaned more in pleasure to her husband.
"Oh feels so good! It's making me so wet and horny! So wet and horny!" she exclaimed with another pleasurable moan.
As I continued to slide my tongue in and out of her, my horny secretary continued to rub herself against my mouth, before one of her hands reached over and placed it self on my head.