It was a big promotion when I was appointed Executive Assistant to the CEO of the oil company. They gave me an office on the management floor. It had only a door to the CEO’s secretary’s room, and the door to his big premises was on the other side of her room. My door was always open, and his was closed because he also had a door to the hallway.
The secretary Barb was a tall woman in her early 40s, about 10 years older than me, but I was 6” taller. The boss was a married man in his 60s, and everybody in the company knew that he had something going on with his secretary for several years. No wonder when you looked at her. She had the biggest boobs, a thin waist and a fat bubble butt as I had so far only seen on porn sites.
When she walked around the building with her long, curvaceous legs and highest heels, her ass swinging and her tits dancing, she obviously enjoyed that everybody was staring at her. But she was safely off limits because of her relationship with the CEO.
The fact that I saw her now every day close up was an added benefit to my new job. She passed on documents from the CEO to me, brought me coffee every time after he got some, but did not stay as long in my office as in his when she served coffee, and I observed that her hairdo always looked suspiciously different than before when she came out of his office.
Asserting that I needed better lighting, I moved the desk in my office so that I had an unobstructed view through the door onto Barb’s desk and chair. When she turned sideways to her computer, I could enjoy her breathtaking profile, and it was hard to concentrate on the work in front of me. Talking about hard, yes, I got a hard-on many times per day when I watched her movements and those of her various body parts as she walked to the filing cabinets and got comfy at her desk.
Barb had an exquisite taste for clothing and was a real make-up artist. Her skirts were short and tight, and she rarely wore pants, because she knew how sexy her legs were. It appeared that the boss liked to look at her tits because her blouses and sweaters always had ample cleavage and were probably a size smaller than other women would wear in an office environment. Horny me was a beneficiary of this dress code and the gorgeous contents.
During my first few weeks on the job, I made a special effort to impress her, and she seemed to like me professionally saying things like: “You bring some fresh wind into this established management routine,” Or: “That’s something new and I like it”. My fantasies were going wild.
One afternoon, when the boss was out of town, I brought her a stack of papers for filing, but she did not catch them right, and they dropped on the ground beside her desk. I got on my knees to collect everything and, nice enough, she came over to help me. When she bent down, I thought her skirt would bust which was just too tight, and when I looked up, here were her marvellous tits pushing up in a pink sweater right before my face.
As we both got up, she looked down on me with a little devious smile, because she noticed the big bulge in my pants and knew very well what that was and why. I was not embarrassed since she did not just ignore it, but seemed to actually like it.
“Let’s have a cup of coffee,” she said politely, walking over to the little sitting area in the corner of her office. When she filled my cup, her tits came close to me again, and I was afraid they would slide out of their container. She sat down across from me, crossing her shapely legs under the short skirt, continued looking at my pants and the obvious effect of this situation.
I put my hand on my crotch to kind of cover up. She smiled again and put her hand between her legs, then uncrossed her legs, and her hand went up her thighs. By now, I had a full-blown hard-on pressing against my pants.
But she did not stop, she pushed her skirt up, opened her legs and exposed her black panties. Her hand started moving as her fingers were touching her covered pussy. Without anybody saying a word, she opened her mouth and her tongue was licking her fleshy lips.
I could not hold back any longer and started to rub my cock under my pants in harmony with the movement of her hand. She increased the speed, so did I, and then slowed down, and so did I. When her other hand suddenly pulled the panties down, I obliged and opened my zipper. As she presented her rosy, wide pussy framed by curly black hair, I pulled out my young, hungry cock which was standing proudly in attention.
Whispering, “Do it, please,” she stuck two fingers into her slit and rubbed the clit with the other hand. I covered my balls with one hand and worked on my throbbing dick with the other. When she started moaning and shaking, I knew she was cumming, and I exploded, too. As I used my hands to catch the spray of juice, she reached over, pulled one hand up to her mouth and started licking off my cum, my other hand was pushed over the wet, dripping pussy, mixing our juices.
She then said with a serious expression: “That worked well, I want it again, now let’s clean up and finish our coffee.” I realized that she was in control, and that excited me.
The next day, she was all business as usual with one exception: When she walked across the room in my sight, she wiggled her great ass more than usual and sometimes lifted her tits with both hands as if she wanted to invite me. Concentration on my work went to hell.
In the afternoon she told me that she had her car picked up for a service job and asked me to drive her home. When we got into my car, I was tense and wondering what might happen. She asked me to stop a moment at the park on the river.