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Subject: My boss and her secretary
Date: 5 Oct 2006 13:10:23 -0700
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You just never know what you'll see on a sunny and cool spring
afternoon when all the sexy secretaries congregate, dressed in their
sexy business suits, or your prim, proper and very cool boss.
I admit it, I love to watch the legs of the secretaries
downtown as they take their lunch breaks. I love to watch them cross
their hot legs.. watch the skirt sliding up their legs , the sunlight
shining off the sheer nylons they all wear. Mrs Taylor, the supervisor
of our department, has the best legs in the office. Today, she's
wearing a grey suit and black pantyhose. Man I love to watch her more
than anyone. I know she's in her early sixties and I'm only 20, but
Funny, today I find out that she'sa people watcher , just like me. I
back on the bench, feeling the sun on my face, waiting for more hot
secretaries to give me somethingto watch, and I feel the bench tilting
from an additional person. I let the sun bake me, until a familiar
voice says, "Ah, here's where you come foryour lunch break. I thought
you'd be reading a book, Bobby."
It's Mrs Taylor, with a cell phone to her ear, looking at me.
Now, I'm nervous. It's one thing to fantasize about getting close
enough to touch her long legs.. it's another to have her sitting next
to me. Now that she has my attention, she smiles and says,"Hello Bobby,
are you having fun
watching the cute secretaries?" Her legs cross slowly .. and she sees I
can't keep my eyes off her legs." It's not hard to figure out what
you're really watching, Bobby. But, if any of these women find out what
disgusting fantasies you have about them, they'll have your head. But
you're in
luck ... I want to help you. I think we can find you a new place to
have lunch.."
She lays her hand on my thigh and squeezes. "What I mean is"
she says, as she slowly rubs my thigh.. " you need to come to my office
so we can talk more privately, Bobby " I look down at her nylon covered
thighs where it slips through her slit skirt, and how the light shone
on the mesh, and feel her hand slowly rubbing my leg. "In fact, come
to my office when you go back to work."
I remind her I was working a half day , and she smiles and tells me to
report to her off the clock. I watch as her finger slowly traces the
outline of my hardening cock through my pants. Her eyes are on my
tenting pants , and she's breathing hard as any pervert I knew. I
watch her uncross
her long legs and get up and walk back to the office .. and drool at
how her ass moves under the tight, grey, wool skirt.
As soon as I clock off.I knock on her door. Her secretary opens
the door and shows me to her office. Mrs Taylor is at the window, her
suit coat off, her hip cocked suggestively. Her secretary, Mona, seats
me on a couch and then sits across from me in an office chair and
crosses her legs. My eyes widen from the sight of Mona's black stiletto
heels, sheer stockings, and tight dress, not to mention, her sheer
silk blouse with no bra under. For two women approaching retirement
age, they're both still walking wet dreams.
Mrs Taylor sits on the front edge of her desk, which slides her
dress up her thighs. Absent-mindedly, she smoothes her sheer black
pantyhosein doing so, she leans way over and I see down her blouse.She
watches me as she finishes her call and comes to sit next to me on the
couch.As she does, her mouth comes to my ear, full red sensual lips
brushing my ear whispering, " Isn't it too bright in here? Mona, dim
the lights would you?". Her secretary Mona gets up and goes to dim the
lights, then sits on my other side. Both are close enough to touch
with long legs crossed to let me see their inner thighs. Mrs Taylor
keeps her eyes fixed on me. "You really love my legs, don't you
Robert." Mona gets up andgoes to the phone as punches a code. Mrs
Taylor, maam, as you requested, the phone's will now be answered by
machine." She looks up anddown Mona's long legs "Very good. Lock the
door and pour us all something strong." All the while she watches me
with a smoldering look of lustin her eyes
She picks up a pencil and chews on it thoughtfully ..Then
starts to run her tongue up and down the pencils' length.. across her
lips .. sucking on it slightly. "I want to offer you an assistant's
job, you'd be working under Mona and me. Would you like that?" I
swallow hard and say "Ohh, yes Mrs Taylor" as Mona brings up a bottle
of scotch and an ice bucket and three glasses. "Good, then it's
officially time to celebrate. You don't have to get home to your
parents soon , do you ?" she says, watching Mona pouring us each
straight whiskey. "Why, no, Mrs Taylor,ma'am." Her legs cross higher
as she leans over me and slides her arm behind my head, and her blouse
opens enough to give me a look ather immense tits. "So drink up, Bobby,
we"ll take care of you. We're a team.." She extends my now- empty glass
to Mona, who refills it and sits
closer. I vaguely feel her knees touching my back, and Mrs Taylors hand
on my thigh. I couldn't help staring at how the dress clung to her
gorgeous legs... when she shifts again and the slit opens enough to see
her entire stockinged inner thigh as she leans in for a kiss. "To us
and the future,Robert" I feel her secretart Mona rubbing my shoulders
as Mrs Taylor's mouth covers mine and her hand cups my cock.
"You are a very sexy young man Robert, and were going to teach
you some things ..would you like that?" She asks as her tongue slides
in and out of my mouth, and she pumps my cock slowly. "Good, now kneel
in front of me." Her blouse falls to the floor, and her hands smooths
her stockings.. Then reaches up and pulls my head lower and guides my
lips to her wet pussy and begins my lesson. I learned a lot from her.
The taste of pussy, the feel of sheer stockings on my face as I tongue
fuck her and Mona.. how her mouth feels on my cock as she sucks me
off.. and how I service all her horny girlfriends.
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