My following days off work passed by quickly, they were relaxing to a degree but much of my time was spent thinking about Mary. We hadn't spoken since that night but that didn't stop my imagination running wild.
I arrived at work at noon, I knew it was a quiet day with not much going on. I also knew before heading in that it was just me and Mary on the evening management shift. I decided that today was the day we'd talk about what happened and what was next.
I waited patiently for Mary to arrive for the evening shift, to be honest, my head that day was everywhere but on the job. Hours passed by and I don't really remember what I did in that time, and then the reception door opened and in walked Mary.
There she was, in her uniform, her body always looked great in the uniform. Her mounds protruded with her shirt and jacket moulded around them perfectly. Her skirt seemed higher than normal but was low enough that she maintained her modesty. Unlike usual, her hair was tied up, a long ponytail that trailed down her spine. My imagination started flowing, thinking about pulling that ponytail in some sort of sexual escapade. It was a good job I was sitting at my desk because the bulge in my trousers was anything but professional.
Mary looked at me, and gave that cute smile and a wink that suggested the memories of our night were firmly on her mind. As she walked past the desk, I noticed that her shirt was slightly loose-fitting and had an additional bulge right on her chest. This created a gap in between two buttons that when at the right angle gave a great view of a singular breast, suppressed by a lacy white bra.
She walked up the stairs to her office, her cute bum wiggling ever so slightly, and as she got to the top her skirt was short enough that you could see where the curve of her derriere started.
Not wanting to rush, I decided to give her a little space to get settled in her work. As dinner service started my focus was drawn to looking after the guests, a quiet night of ten people meant it was over quickly. With time to kill, I took the opportunity to head to Mary's office and have the conversation.
I knocked politely and went in, Mary was at her desk doing some emails. Her legs were crossed over as many ladies do, her glasses were on and she was typing away. The glasses only added to the sex appeal, she looked like a standard sexy secretary from your basic porn film.
I broke the silence straight away, "Hey you, how's it going?"
Mary's reply was short and quick like someone busy and focused, "I'm good, you?"
I took a seat on the desk opposite, ensuring that my angle allowed me to admire her breast through the gap in her shirt. I also made sure my chair was high enough to admire her model-like thighs, which were slightly wider than normal due to the position she was sitting in.
As she finished her email, she turned her chair and we began talking about the night of passion. As we talked my trousers got tighter, just the thought of our antics was enough to get me excited.
Mary started the conversation as if trying to pretend that it was a drunken mistake, "You know, what happened on Friday was a result of too much to drink."
"So you're saying it's a mistake, Mary, well what about the next morning we weren't drunk then."
My response left Mary speechless, I could sense that she was trying to play it down as if guilt was overriding what happened. Her next words took me by surprise, "I got carried away, it should never have happened, you could have been anyone at that moment as I was just super horny!"
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, I didn't believe it for a second. I decided that this was my moment to prove her wrong.
I stood up from my chair and walked round to her side of the desk and stood next to her. I began expressing the sexual fantasies I had about her and me in the office, how her desk was too tidy and we should create some mess. I talked about the height of her chair being perfect for my cock and how she simply had to unzip my trousers. As I talked, I used my hand to play with her ponytail, wrapping it around my hand similar to how men get girls to deep-throat them.
Mary did not attempt to put distance between us, at one point rolling her eyes and putting her hands on the desk as if trying to maintain control of herself. I took my other hand and placed a finger on her lips before slowly running it down the buttons of her shirt and then onto her thigh. She was a little sensitive and she shuddered as I tickled her thigh, moving my hand closer to the gates each time.