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The Secretary

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At the time of all this, she was in her late 40s and divorced. I was a few years older. We had had sex at her apartment a few times, but it was difficult there because her grown son lived with her. I did find she masturbated herself in the bathtub under the running faucet.

Another guy and I in the office shared her as a secretary, but his job was one that didn't use her much except to answer the telephone. So she and I became rather close over time and she, in essence, became my secretary.

She had come into my office to ask a question and had leaned against my desk, facing me, as I was at the time on a telephone conversation. The office was situated such that I could watch the door and no one coming in the door could see much of what was going on behind the desk. With all this immediately to mind, I began running my hand up her skirt and found she had no stockings on, which was a bit unusual for her. After a bit of this, she left as she could tell I was in a long conversation.

About two or three minutes later she came in with her dictation book and closed the door behind her as if she were going to take dictation. This was the usual way in which she took dictation-with the door closed to eliminate distraction.

This time she bent forward over my desk with her butt pointing towards me. Since I was still on the same telephone call, I said nothing and again ran my hand up her stocking less legs. And great-no panties. She had apparently gone to the ladies room and removed them.

I continued to talk and rub her increasingly wet pussy, all the while not missing a beat of my telephone conversation. I found all the necessary parts and rubbed them successfully, including penetration to find the ever elusive G-spot.

All was well as her legs tightened around my hand as she came. There was, fortunately, no scream, just a short whimper. She gave me a little kiss on the top of the head, picked up her stenographic pad and went on about her business. I continued my business conversation.

She made it up to me later as we would occasionally get in the car and tour the project to show her what was developing. On the way to the car she would stop at the ladies room, remove her stockings if necessary, take off her panties, which was always necessary and grab a hand full of toilet paper. Since the project was rural, there was always enough time for me to finger her to a climax as we drove down the road and for her to give me a hand job, thus the toilet paper. After we got back to the office, she would drop by the ladies room to get rid of the toilet paper and dress herself.

This went on for about six months until she found a full time boyfriend, but we never did anything in the office again.

Too bad.



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