I work every day in front of an 18-year-old secretary—a Brunette with long hair, huge breasts, and a tiny waist. There are days that she comes to work with only a short blouse leaving her belly on display. I wonder what it would be like to stay late at the office and have delicious sex with her. But we never had any relationship outside of work. We talk about our personal lives during lunch or after hours when no one else is around us. She likes me very much but does not want anything more than friendship from me.
One time while we were talking alone in the kitchen before going home, she asked me if I ever thought about making love with her. “You know, you could take advantage of this situation,” she said as she pointed toward herself. And then added: “And don’t say that you can’t because your wife wouldn’t let you.”
“Yeah… right…” I replied. “But I think that’s impossible.” Then I started laughing nervously and walked out of the room without saying another word. That has happened several times since I worked here five months ago.
Last month things changed between us. Every week she came to work wearing tighter clothes. Sometimes she wore mini skirts showing off her legs; sometimes she even went bare-legged under tight jeans. She seemed to want people to notice her body and show everyone how sexy she looked. At first, it bothered me, mainly because my wife did not dress up like that anymore. My wife used to wear dresses or skirt suits, so I felt uncomfortable seeing this young woman dressed that way. The worst thing was when she showed some cleavage by putting her hands inside her top or bra. Those moments made me feel dirty looking at her.
My feelings toward her were changing slowly. I didn’t realize it until two weeks ago when she decided to start coming to work in high heel shoes. Her feet hurt terribly, and she needed help walking through the hallway. One afternoon she asked me to go over next door to her cubicle. When I arrived, I saw her sitting on the edge of her desk, rubbing lotion onto her feet, legs, and thighs. I couldn’t believe my eyes! She must have seen me staring at her because she smiled shyly and turned away.
“Sorry!” She said quickly, “I hope you won’t tell anyone?”
“No,” I answered. “It doesn’t bother me at all.”
Then she stood up and offered me the bottle of lotion. “Would you mind helping me rub it into my back, please? I’m having trouble reaching those areas.”
That sounded strange, but I agreed anyway. So she took the bottle from me and sat down again. After applying the cream, she lifted her shirt, exposing her beautiful round tits covered in a black lace bra. They were big and firm. She put both arms behind her head and pushed them together, revealing her pink nipples. For a moment, she remained like that, letting me admire her boobs. Finally, she pulled the shirt back down and said: “Thanks. You’re a great guy.”
She gave me her phone number, telling me that I call her whenever I need someone to help me rub lotion on myself. Since then, I have rubbed her feet and legs almost every day. This morning I texted her asking if she wanted to go shopping later today. She responded immediately: “Sure. Let’s meet at noon at the mall.”
When I arrived at the store, she awaited me near the entrance. She ran towards me as soon as she spotted me, smiling and hugging me tightly. She whispered in my ear: “Hi! How are you doing?”
“Fine, thanks,” I said. “How about yourself?”
After a few seconds, she released me. “I’m fine too. Ready to shop now? Or do you want to grab something to eat first?”
We spent two hours wandering around different stores and finally bought new outfits for ourselves. Afterward, we went to a restaurant where we enjoyed a nice meal and discussed everything. By the end of lunch, we were holding hands and kissing in public. People stopped to look at us, but we paid no attention whatsoever. Once we left the restaurant, I invited her for coffee. We found a quiet place and ordered our drinks. I was nervous because my cock was challenging throughout the entire conversation.
Once we finished drinking, I suggested that we should leave because we would get late. I lied; I knew that if we stayed longer, we might have sex somewhere in the park, just feeling how horny I was. However, I wasn’t sure whether she wanted the same thing as me. So I decided to give her an option. “Why don’t I drive you home instead of taking the bus?”
“Ok,” she said, “but promise me you’ll keep this a secret.”
So I drove her to her house. On the way, she continued touching me. She reached into my pants and grabbed my dick which instantly grew bigger. I noticed she was enjoying playing with it and getting wetter by the minute.
“Can you stop driving and pull over here, please?” she asked, pointing to her house.
I parked the car in front of her house and opened the passenger side door. Without giving me any warning, she leaned forward and kissed me passionately. Our tongues were intertwined as our lips moved against each other’s mouths. My hands traveled across her shoulders and chest until they rested on her huge breast. I squeezed them firmly, feeling their weight and softness. Then I cupped her pussy through her panties, running my fingers along its length.
“Ohh… oh… yes…” she moaned softly. “Don’t tease me. Please fuck me.”
At that moment, I realized I wanted to make love to her not only because she was incredibly sexy and desirable but mainly because I wanted to experience something new and exciting. Something I haven’t done with my wife in many years. So I reached for her pants again and slid my hand inside her underwear. With her permission, I slipped my middle finger inside her vagina.
Her response surprised me. Instead of embarrassment, she spread her legs wider and let me access her pussy. I caressed her clit with one finger while sliding the second inside her. I felt her muscles contracting around my fingers. A few seconds later, she broke the kiss and gasped loudly.
“Yes, baby! Do it harder!”
Without thinking twice, I began thrusting my fingers inside her. Her breathing became faster and heavier. I increased my speed until she begged me to stop teasing her. I withdrew my fingers from her cunt and replaced them with two fingers inside her ass.
“OH GOD YESSSS!!!” she screamed louder than usual, “FUCK ME HARDER!!”
As expected, her words excited me even more. I inserted my thumb in her anus and pressed down on it. Her whole body shook violently. Soon she came all over my face and neck. She collapsed backward, still gasping for air. I tried to wipe the cum off my forehead and cheeks, but it was useless because I was completely soaked in it.
While waiting for her to recover, I glanced at her. Her eyes were closed, and her tongue licked her lips repeatedly. I watched her chest rise and fall rapidly. Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. She smiled sweetly and said: “Thank you for fucking me.” Then she placed her hand on my thigh. “Now, can I ask you a favor?”
Before answering, I asked: “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said. “I’d love to return the favor.”
After a few minutes, she passed while we chatted casually. Then she leaned over and kissed me tenderly. Again, her tongue entered my mouth, and we explored each other’s mouths intensely for a few minutes. After breaking the kiss again, she whispered: “Take off your pants, please.”
I hesitated because I wasn’t sure what to expect. However, my curiosity overwhelmed me, and I obeyed her request. She removed my belt and lowered my zipper. She pulled my cock out and stared at it intently. It was semi-erect, standing straight up from my crotch. She touched it lightly with her fingertips causing it to grow larger and stiffen even further. Next, she wrapped her tiny little hand around it and began masturbating slowly.
“Ohhhhhh… yes,” she moaned softly, “you’re so big. Look at it growing. It feels wonderful.”
She reached underneath the seat with her free hand and retrieved a small baggie containing KY jelly. She handed it to me and instructed me to apply it inside her asshole.
“Are you serious?” I asked. “Do you mean it?”
She nodded. “Please try it. It makes anal sex much easier and more enjoyable.”
Although hesitant at first, I applied lubricant generously. Then I knelt beside her and guided my throbbing cock between her buttcheeks. I positioned myself above her and pushed my hips downwards. I had never fucked anything except my wife’s pussy, but I managed to enter her quickly because of the slippery gel.
I just hovered above her for several seconds and admired how beautiful she looked lying naked under me. I could see every detail of her body, including her pretty brown breasts covered in sweat, her smooth belly with light hair, and her cute trimmed pubic bush. Eventually, I penetrated deep inside her rectum.
“Uuuuhhhhnnn…” she groaned softly, “that feels amazing.”
I started moving slowly in and out of her. Her pussy gripped my shaft tightly to suck me deeper inside her. I pumped my hips fast and furiously until she told me to slow down. I complied and gradually slowed down until I stopped altogether. I looked at her and saw her gazing back at me with wide-open eyes.
“Fuck me hard again,” she commanded. “I want you to fill me up. Fuck my ass with that monster!”
I obliged and resumed pounding her in the reverse cowgirl position. Within seconds she came all over again. Then she fell forward and rested on the dashboard. I sped up my movements and pounded her relentlessly. I felt her body shaking uncontrollably beneath me, begging for release. Her nails dug into my back as she yelled loudly: “YESSSS!!! FILL ME UP WITH THAT BIG COCK!!!”
I slammed her harder and faster, slamming balls deep into her tight ass—the pressure built up within me. My orgasm was approaching quickly. Just when I thought I would explode, I pulled my cock out of her and shot load after a load of sperm all over her backside.
She remained motionless for a long time afterward, recovering from her powerful climax. Then she turned around and embraced me. She kissed me deeply while her hands roamed all over my body. When we separated, she said: “Wow! That was incredible. Thank you very much.”
She got dressed and walked towards the passenger’s seat. Before climbing in, however, she bent over and kissed me again. This time it lasted for several minutes. She tasted salty and sweaty, but I didn’t care. I loved it.