What Sally said about us being separated made me think. Not in a worrying way, but it felt good. For very few of the one-night stands was I ever important enough for a glance and a nod of recognition in public after a dalliance.

Perhaps it was my own undoing. Perhaps it was better that way, not to have a connection but hell, a smile of recognition would have been nice when you saw someone again. Perhaps it was contempt?

With Sally not having been exposed to sun a lot for a good part of her life as she put it, perhaps the first step would be to make sure she would not look like a tomato after a few hours of sun. She led me on by draping her lithe frame over the beach blanket and holding out a bottle of sunscreen.

“Do me?”

Kneeling by her side, I looked her over a few moments before flipping the top and pouring a generous amount of cream into my hand.

She was slightly athletic; her calves the way I liked them, well-shaped and fit-looking. A firm pair of glutes supporting narrow hips which further up, flared into moderately wide shoulders. In short, she was perfect. How was it that in ten years I never noticed?

“I must admit ma’am, from my point to view, I’d do you anytime and for a fair amount of time.”

She wiggled her bum before ordering me, “Get on with it, Mr Boss.”

Before rubbing my hands together in preparation, I lightly tugged at the clasp keeping her top on her torso. “Undo this?”

“Sure.”

My deft fingers made child’s play of the clasp and my creamy hands swept up from her waist to her shoulders. The action was smooth, but firm and elicited a soft moan from Sally.

“Hmmm, feels good,” she murmured.

My hands rubbed wider along the edge of her upper body and down to her sides before I directed it toward her spinal column again.

“Is this a massage, or are you rubbing cream on my back?”

Bending slightly down toward her ear, I ask, “What do you want it to be, my Darling?”

“Covering one while doing the other is probably very economical, but doing one while doing the other can also be very ergonomical.” She breathed. “Though I would have thought a massage is more a prelude to something very intimate.”

“If you want to perceive it that way, you’re welcome,” I returned while firmly kneading her shoulders and processing what she said.

“Ah! There’s a knot here. What might have been the cause of that?”

“Dunno, my Boss, maybe? OUCH, that hurt.”

I realized I might have put a bit too much pressure on the knot to relax it and caused her pain. “Sorry.”

My hands moved down her spine to concentrate on other muscles and she mewled at the relaxing effect of my hands. Putting some more cream on my hands, I dipped from her back to her sides, in the process skirting some side boob on both sides. She said nothing about my teasing of obvious boundaries.

I moved down to her legs, making sure to give her a proper ergonomically focused treatment. I was careful not to test the boundaries of her bikini bottoms but got quite close. It was bit too close, and I could not help but get very, very turned on. Here was a woman that meant a lot to me and who would still be there the morning after. Best be careful else my own boundaries might be pushed.

When done, I strode out to the water to rinse my hands but kinda forgot about the temperature of the ocean. The water was bitterly cold but also gave me time to recover from my shameful state.

She remained on her front, but some hour later she had to get up. I was getting toasted even though having strong sun-seasoned skin. Like a proper partner, she saw to that, while I was seated. She completed her task by embracing me from behind.

It felt good at first and I also sensed something else. She had not replaced her top and she was pressing her nipples into my back from behind. Attention!

“How was that? Good enough? It was the first time a man had ever rubbed me with sunscreen, and it was heavenly. And don’t think I was not aware of your side boob test as well.”

“Well, I can share the same sentiment and must add, there’s not a lot of women who had the pleasure of me preparing them for the glaring sun. I enjoyed doing it for you.”

I leaned back to get settled on my back, knowing she was topless. She sat waiting until my back touched her knees. My eyes tilted upward and saw her most gorgeous breasts for the first time. She smiled down at me before lowering her mouth to mine and giving me the sweetest, softest kiss. Her lips were plump and soft, her mouth tasting like cola from her soft drink.

My hands reached behind her neck, tangling my fingers in her hair, and holding her in place as I deepened the kiss. That I was getting the hardest of hard-on’s did not bother me one bit. She moaned into my mouth as my fingertips gently massaged her scalp. She broke the kiss and leaned back an inch or two, looking me dead in the eyes. Words weren’t necessary at that moment.

We crossed a boundary between Boss and Secretary, but damage control was the furthest from any of our minds. Most important was the bond we started with that kiss. On my part, her breasts hanging within my reach weren’t as important at that moment as the woman they were attached to.

After a cold lunch washed down with a beer on my part and fruit juice on her part, Sally laid her head in my lap and held out the cream. I was sitting spreadeagled which afforded me a good view of her bare breasts which she failed to cover since before lunch. They sat firmly on her chest and my heart rate was elevating, knowing I would be spreading sunscreen all over those gorgeous puppies in a few seconds.

I squirted cream into a shaking hand, confused as to how to proceed from there. This woman who asked me to rub sunscreen on her more than ample chest was the same woman who was out of bounds to me for ten years. Sally witnessed my discomfort with a smirk and with her shades on her eyes it was impossible to gauge her.

“Just do what comes natural, Baby,” she said softly as she reached out to caress my face.

Baby? I thought women only called men that when in the throes of passion.

I sighed deeply. What comes naturally was already straining to get out of my shorts. If Sally noticed the lump against her head, she said nothing.

Starting from her shoulders, my hands swiped two creamy paths over her breasts, down to her abs, eliciting a moan when the skin around her nipples stretched taut under my hands. Her abs were firm, her legs quite defined even in her relaxed state.

“I suppose you get to the gym quite often?” I asked.

“As often as I can, but I also run regularly. I hate being out of shape. It means less energy as well. And with my Boss back from his holiday, I guess I will be running around quite a lot.” She smiled.

My hands moved down her side toward her hipbone, circling upward and enveloping her breasts. I softly kneaded them. Her hands joined mine, lying loosely on top of mine.

“After so many years of working with you, this is completely new.”

“Meaning?”

“I never perceived you as being such a tender person. That’s all. I am really enjoying your touch. It reaches deep into the depths of me as a woman.”

“Then maybe I should stop. Just now you slide down the sand right into the water.”

“Pervert,” she giggled and hit me playfully on my outstretched leg.

I leaned back against my original rock and enjoyed the feeling of Sally’s presence. I decided not to ponder too much on how we ended up on a beach, basking in the sun, rubbing cream into each other’s bodies. I just knew one thing: this was what I wanted. Perhaps the want had been there always, subconsciously. My thoughts briefly swept over my life and what and who was in it. Things I remembered, memories, and some memories that returned to my life as a person.

Sally moved from between my legs and reclined against my side her head in my lap. It was easy for me to just rest my right hand on her abs. Very soon, my index finger was making lazy circles on her skin, just caressing her absentmindedly almost.

“Tickles, but it feels nice,” she said softly, “you make me feel so cherished and safe.”

“Glad to,” I simply said.

I was getting bored with myself; my fingers weren’t playing that idly anymore and circled her bust line. Very soon, it became a full-on chest rub. She turned her head sideways facing me and I could see her eyes flickering behind her shades. Her lips were slightly parted, and her breathing was picking up.

My fingers gently captured a nipple, slowly rolling it between my fingers until it became a rubbery stiffness. Sally’s breathing was now visibly ragged. She frequently licked her lips to keep them hydrated.

I pinched a nipple harder than before, and Sally moaned loudly to the wind and the surf and the sand.

“Perhaps two can play this game. I feel some stiffness below my neck. Maybe you need massaging as well,” she breathed. Her small hand cupped my sack, and she softly but firmly massaged the orbs within. I could feel the success of her ministrations and was convinced I would cream my pants if she kept it up.

My own breathing was fast becoming labored as I noticed Sally’s abs constricting.

Her breathing was racing in time with her abs and her legs splayed slightly as I continued to manipulate her nipples in turn.

“Baby?” she breathed

“Yes?”

“Please don’t stop?”

“Promise I won’t.”

Sally seemed to be racing toward the finish line but kept up her massage of my testicles. I could feel myself oozing pre-cum - I never had a shortage of that and could feel my cock glueing itself to my skin. If she didn’t stop, I might have a small accident.

She stiffened her hand, held it still and then groaned loudly, “VERNOOOON!!!”

She shuddered a few times in her orgasm, her hips wildly undulating, panting against my chest. Her hand on my crotch relaxed and she lay back against me, relaxing after her orgasm.

Miniscule pearls were visible on her upper lip and forehead.

“What have you done to me?” she murmured, her cheeks still flush against my chest. “I have never cum so hard in my whole life and on top of it, our blanket is soaked.”

I reached over to feel with the back of my hand, it was indeed wet… soaked.

“Have you ever squirted during an orgasm?”

“No. Heard about it, but it never happened to me.”

“Well, that is why the blanket,” I dragged my fingers over her sex, “and your bottoms are soaked.”

“Really, I’m so embarrassed.”

I reached over again and instructed her to lift her butt. My hand slipped below her one buttock and I confirmed, “Yes, soaked right through.” Pulling my hand from under her butt, I dragged my fingertips slowly over her sex. This time she responded with a gasp.

“What was that?” I asked

“You’re touching me, Vernon. Maybe you should stop.”

“You mean touching you like this?” I pushed my fingertips back down over her sex.

“Yes,” she breathed with more effort, and I removed my fingers.

“Why should I stop? Are you uncomfortable with me touching you on your pussy?”

“No, it’s not that, I mean, I am comfortable but…” She breathed.

“But what?”

“No, I dunno, but…”

I lightly pressed two fingers against her mons.

“It’s a bit fast but… fuck, I can’t make up my mind. What if I allow you and…” she breathed.

“And what?”

“What if I make a mess again?”

“Then we change places and I lie on the wet spot.”

She giggled. “Clearly you don’t have any idea how wet it is down there.”

I smirked. “Perhaps I should check?”

My hands rubbed over her stomach and then down, dipping below the seam of her bottoms. I felt her soft, fussy pubic hair, then her hard clit - she shuddered - and further down, between her outer labia. I curled my finger into her soaked entrance.

“Yes, positively soaked,” I announced with glee.

She squirmed on my lap, clearly not sure how to handle the sensation of my invading finger. “Baby…”

I slipped deeper before retrieving my finger.

“Noooooo, please… don’t…”

With Sally looking at me with a dreamy expression, I stuck my finger into my mouth.

She shuddered as I made a show of sucking her juices from my finger.

“This is good,” I expressed with mock enjoyment.

“Vernon, you’re making me self-conscious.”

“About what? Being soaked because you are very, very turned on right now?”

“Well, you play with my breasts, giving me a massive orgasm during which I soak the whole blanket with my ejaculate, then you stick your fingers where you should not inside your secretary. How will we be able to keep it straight when we get to the office on Monday?”

“You forgot something,” I added. “How I continue,” I slipped my finger back inside her bottoms, “slowly rub your little stiff nubbin causing you to squirm and then once again slip, two fingers this time, inside your wet needy slit and slowly finger you. Touch the roof of your tight little pussy...”

Sally groaned as I narrated my actions. She was also close, very close. Her muscles started spasming and her speech was incoherent. She was getting wetter around my invading fingers and at this point, I could have counted back from five.

Then, “I know I’m wet but who says I’m needy… urgHH…FUCK!! Vernooooon!!” she groaned as she came, releasing a gushing of warm fluids around my fingers and over my hand. She went limp and could barely breathe. Her eyes were shut and her lips slightly parted.

While she was still limp, my right hand grabbed her behind the knees and my left underneath her shoulders, and I pulled her into my lap and just held her.

Her whole experience did something for me. I wasn’t proud of getting her off so much as…. I don’t know, it wasn’t sexual as much as it was very intimate. A thing only the two of us shared. I realized that when she murmured, “I have never had an orgasm like that.”

She sighed deeply before reaching up and putting her one hand on my chest.

“Why did you do it to me?”

“I had no intention of doing it from the start. It just happened…naturally.”

She sat in my lap for another while before getting restless. Her skin shone with the sun baking on her. And I realized she would soon be burning.

We had been on the beach for almost five hours, and despite our intimate activities, time flew past us. It was almost mid-afternoon, and it was a good decision for us to start packing up. While Sally got dressed and collected all our belongings and litter, I shook out the blanket, and soon enough, we were heading back to the car.

The drive back took us another forty minutes, and not needing anything from the shops, we headed straight home.

I noticed the effects of the sun on Sally and recommended she take a cool shower while I searched the bathroom for after-sun lotion.

Me rummaging through drawers and Sally in the shower right behind me felt natural. As if we were already in a trusting relationship. I made a mental note to change my bathroom a bit to be more female-friendly and was slightly aware of Sally shutting down the water and getting out.

Seeing her exiting the shower, droplets clinging to her skin, rivulets of water leaving her hair and running over those glorious breasts were one thing. I took it all in briefly; my trusted secretary was standing soaking wet right in front of me. Her pubic hair was wet, droplets were clinging to the perfectly trimmed red hair.

The carpet perfectly matched the drapes.

It all became a bit much, and blood rushed into my cock.

Sally noticed the fast-expanding tent in my shorts and smirked. “What? Never seen a naked woman before? Get me a towel, will you please?”

Instead of handing her the towel, I wrapped it around her and pulled her into my arms. Her skin was glowing from the sun, and I opted to rather pat her dry than allowing her to dry herself. When done, I just held her, and a contented sigh escaped her lungs.

Leading her to my bed, I indicated for her to lie down on her front while I gently covered her back and legs with the soothing cream. After also doing her front, I noticed her drowsing off and just covered her with the towel. She would probably have a headache as well when she woke up.

Leaving Sally to sleep, I had a shower myself, then dressed in a pair of terry cloth shorts. Sally was still asleep just as I left her when I left the room a few minutes later.

I poured myself a beer and went to sit on the patio. I had a lot to ponder, and I guess when Sally woke up, she’d have a few questions as well regarding our day.

I took advantage of her… or was it just something that happened in relationships. Were we now entering a relationship? Was I ready and willing to commit to Sally? What would happen between us at work? How would we handle that?

What did I feel for Sally? It was already established that we had a huge foundation of trust and on top of it all, I loved her; not emotionally but she was also a friend and confidante. A firewall outside my office for which I was grateful.

But what were my emotions when it came to Sally? We had a very fulfilling day, and we had a few very intimate moments. But what Boss would shamelessly finger his secretary on a beach? I smiled inwardly at the ease with which I got her off.

The shower scene? Very erotic and the stirring in my pants returned. Make no mistake, she is a gorgeous woman and me just about losing a nut just from her getting out of the shower right in front of me says a lot. Also given the fact that I played with her, giving her two squirting orgasms added to my demise.

Was it not a taboo what we did, not unprofessional?

I sensed her presence before she handed me another beer and settling next to me on the porch swing.

“Feeling better?”

“The lotion helped a lot thank you. Though my skin is still a bit tender.”

“It will be a few days before it's finally healed. Your skin type is not the one to tolerate a lot of sun, so we need to be careful next time.”

“Next time?” She was quiet for a few moments. “Where are we headed, Vernon?”

“I hope forward steadily,” I said, looking at Sally.

She peered into the distance. “Please, just don’t break my heart?”

“I won’t, I promise.”

“What will happen at work tomorrow?”

“We walk in and do what we do every day. You are, and have always been, very professional and what’s happening to us, I am sure, would not change that. You are already in my life and nothing will change that. But at any time you feel we are too close to losing our footing, tell me, please. You know me well enough to shoot straight.”

“Well, then I will shoot straight with this one; I think I am developing feelings. Maybe I’ve always had some, but suddenly I am comfortable with my emotions.”

I put my arm around her and pulled her into me until our faces were but an inch apart. “Now, put what you’ve just said into a kiss,” I whispered.

We kissed tenderly for a few long moments, and suddenly I felt something I have not experienced in a long time...emotion.

Sally was already part of my life and now she was in my life. At least that was how I felt at that moment. I wanted her in my life as much as I needed her to be part of my life professionally. Perhaps, after ten years, it was inevitable that something would change between us. Perhaps it had already but we simply didn’t notice.

We made a light dinner before I suggested we watch a movie in my bedroom. The aura of new lovers was present wherever we moved, turned. Frequent eye contact was rewarded by soft smiles, gentle touches and often, small kisses. Our feelings, now out in the open, were growing rapidly.

Late that night we dozed off in each other’s arms, the movie playing in the background. Sally eventually got up, went to the bathroom, and did her nightly creams and stuff women do before bed. I took the time to slip into my sleeping attire. When Sally got into bed and shuffled closer, she realized my nudity and sat up.

“Might just as well get used to it,” she stated before slipping her nightdress over her head.

Her skin against mine was soft and warm. It was comforting to have her so close to me and soon I was poking into her back with a very healthy erection. Her hand slipped behind her, gripping me gently, slowly rubbing me.

“Hhmmm, what do we have here Mr Boss?”

“Sorry, it just seems to have a mind of its own tonight.”

“Just be patient, my Love, the right time will come.”

Turning around she pulled the sheets back and her eyes grew wide. “This thing is huge!”

My cock pulsed in her small hand.

“Just lie back and enjoy. I have little experience doing this so tell me if I need to do anything different.”

I merely groaned as she spread the copious amounts of pre-cum over the head of my stalk.

She got the hang of it fast and effectively squeezed more pre-cum out of me. With her resting her head on my chest, she was within reach of my normal first three squirts, and I warned her as such.

“With you facing my cock and at that distance, just be warned that you might get a bit of cream on your face.”

“It’s okay, let go when you are ready.”

My cock was coated in pre-cum and she mimicked a sheath with her hand. Or what she could get around my cock. It still felt good as she managed to stimulate all the right spots, her hand gliding smoothly over my cock.

Her ministrations of my cock felt wonderful and soon I had me flexing my hips into her stroking hand. I wasn’t going to last long. I felt my balls burning with the pre-empted release and then the sensation as my full load rushed up my shaft.

“Baby, I’m…,” I said, then groaned as my release rushed through my body.

She slowed the pace some but gripped me a bit tighter, simulating a tight hot pussy. Then I came. The first squirt arched over her, landing in my neck, the second, heavier one, plastered her hair and forehead. The third and fourth hit her mouth and chin with the last three landing on my abs and coating her hand some. She lifted her head and turned around and grinned at me, face streaked with my cum

“I tried to warn you,” I smiled at her elated face.

“I expected some damage but not this much. Do you always cum this heavy?”

I nodded.

She looked down at my cock in her hand and exclaimed, “You’re still hard!”

“I think it has more to do with the woman than my testicular health,” I smiled before rolling over and tickling her in her sides.

As tickle fights between lovers normally go it was over quick and replaced by deep, passionate kisses.

Pulling from the kiss, I asked her, “Should I return the favor?”

She smiled at me, “Nope, let me taste some and then get cleaned up. It’s late anyway and we have work tomorrow.”

A few minutes later, she snuggled against my chest her breathing slightly disturbing my chest hair. I woke up later with a raging hard-on and her left leg pulled up over my groin. I did not ponder but allowed sleep to claim me again.

Waking up to an empty bed, I heard the shower going. Sally’s hair was white with soapy suds and my attempt to join her was met with and doubtful eye. “Not today, else we’ll be late for work,” she stated, eyeing my morning wood.

I relieved myself in the guest bathroom before heading butt-naked down to the kitchen. We needed a good coffee to get going…

To be continued…