Was she wearing knickers? I couldn’t help but wonder as
I watched my secretary, Carol, bend over to retrieve a
file. It could be a g-string I thought. Yes, that was
the most likely option.
For some reason my girlfriend had been a bit on the
jealous side when I told her about my new secretary. 18
years old and fresh out of school, long blonde hair and
glowing blue eyes. Her figure was fantastic, slim waist,
pert arse and a cleavage that was distinctly eye-
catching to say the least! That wasn’t why she got the
job of course, but by anyone’s standards she was
Of course, I told Marie, my girlfriend, that she was too
short for me. That made her feel a bit better, well, it
stopped her from going on about it so much anyway!
“There you go. You’ve got about an hour before the
meeting to flick though it.” Carol passed the file over
to me and waltzed out of the room, slim hips swaying.
What did height mean when you were horizontal anyway I
The shrill bleep of the phone dragged me out of a
pleasant day dream where Carol was lying naked on my
“Hi darling, it’s me!”
“Hi Marie.” Did she know what I was thinking or
“Just thought you’d like to know… I’m at home.” I
could guess what was coming here. I got up and tried to
lock the door without Carol hearing the key turn.
“I decided not to go into work today.”
“I guessed that,” I replied.
“I wanted to tease you instead. I want you to picture me
on the bed Craig…”
“What are you wearing?” I asked, wondering if I could
loosen my trousers under the desk.
“That white lace set you like so much.”
I could barely utter a reply. She knows how much I love
her in that! White lace stockings and suspenders with
matching g-string and bra.
“I’m lying on the bed Craig, I’ve got my legs spread for
you… I’m stroking my fingers up my legs, the stockings
feel SO smooth and silky… I’ve reached the tops of my
stockings… stroking my thighs, mmmmm, that feels good,
wish you were here to watch me baby!”
“God, I wish I was there too!” was all I could manage as
I struggled with my zip with one hand. “Carry on!”
“One of my hands is stroking my breasts Craig, I’m
squeezing my nipples through the lace… My other hand
is stroking my pussy now baby, through my panties…
God, that’s good… wish it was you… pressing the
material into me… so wet!”
I managed to get the zip down and pulled my cock out
under the desk. “Are you stroking your cock baby? Is it
nice and hard?” She asked.
“Oh yeah!” I gasped.
“Good, because I’m pulling my thong to one side… Oh
god, I’m so wet. If you were here you’d slip into me so
easily… I want your cock inside me baby… My fingers
are rubbing my clit nice and slowly.” She gasped with
pleasure on the other end of the phone and my hand
speeds up. Its times like this when video phones seem
like such a good idea!
“Imagine me Craig, lying on the bed, legs open wide,
wearing my white lace… Has that got you hard?”
I very nearly come when I hear a buzzing on the other
end of the line.
“You hear that baby?” She asks.
“Oh yes.” I confirm.
“It’s that black vibrator Craig, you know, the nice
thick one.” I know the one all right, she knows how much
I love watching her with it!
“I’m running it over my clit at the moment darling…
mmmmmm… wish it was your tongue though… You want me
to slide it into my pussy Craig?”
“Go on darling, make yourself cum for me.” I’m trying to
keep my voice down still, I don’t really want Carol
overhearing and trying to come in!
The buzzing disappears.
“Oh yeah… god… so good… its right inside me
Craig… ah… its SO big… feels SO good!…” I’m on
the edge of cumming now. I can’t take much more of her
“Can I cum Craig? Can I make myself cum? Please.” Her
voice is deep and throaty now, I can tell from her
breathing that she’s very close.
Not that she has to ask!
“Go on baby, fuck yourself with the vibe until you cum.”
She screams as the toy buzzing inside her makes her cum.
I swear Carol could have heard her!
“Stop!” She commands.
“Stop stroking yourself. Now!”
“B-but b-baby…” I stutter. “I need to cum. You’ve
turned me on so much!”
“Yeah, I know, but I don’t want you to have to do it by
“I’ve got a meeting in 40 minutes though, and that’ll
last at least an hour, I can’t wait that long!” I
“Then get Carol to suck you off. You’ve got time.”
“What?!” I can’t keep the incredulity out of my voice. I
must be hearing things!
“You heard me. Is your door locked?”
“Yeah, of course!” I reply.
“Unlock it. I’m about to call your secretary. One
“What’s that?” I still can’t believe that this is
happening… Or going to happen.
“You bring her home after the meeting.”
When I manage to contain my excitement enough to speak I
agree. Not that I think Carol will agree, but as Marie
hangs up I do up my trousers and try to quietly unlock
the door, wondering what will happen now.
I nearly jump out of my skin when there is a knock on
I tried to open the door just a crack, so that I could
ask, “What is it?” without revealing the erection that
was trying to bust loose from my pants. This was
Carol just came charging in, carrying the cordless
phone. “Your wife is on the phone,” she said. “Actually,
she WAS on the phone.” Then, with a conspiratorial grin,
“She called about twenty minutes ago. She told me to put
on the mute button, and then get you on the line also.”
She paused to let the full truth sink in, and allowed
her eyes to drop to my poorly concealed erection. Then,
she swung her leg up on a chair, and slowly lifted her
skirt, saying, with an air of mock innocence, “See?”
My guess about her panties had been wrong. She was
wearing fairly conventional panties, but they were made
of some sort of sheer material that ordinarily would
have been very revealing. The fact that the panties were
completely soaked through with pussy juice, made them
The view was inspiring. “I wanted to touch myself,” she
said, “but I was on the job, and I thought I should get
my employer’s permission.” She paused expectantly. I
managed to stammer out, “Sure, Carol. You may touch
She pushed the door shut, heard the lock click, slipped
out of her panties, and then swung her leg back up on
the chair — she was going to give me a show.
Determined to enjoy it to the fullest, I sunk to my
knees, so that my eyes were at cunt level. She proceeded
to slowly massage her pussy, moving her fingers in and
around every little spot, so as to show me. But after
listening to my wife’s performance on the phone, she was
clearly very aroused, and she wasn’t going to be able to
hold back for long — her hips began to jerk
involuntarily, and she allowed herself to let out some
voluptuous moans, that got increasingly urgent, until
she was cumming.
She paused, and then slowly and deliberately reached for
my ears, bringing my face to her cunt. I was thirsty for
it. I took as much of her vulva into my mouth as I
could, and slowly circled my tongue around her clit,
savoring the abundance of her juices. Then I thrust my
tongue deep inside her, and felt her hands forcefully
drawing my face closer, as she came again.
After a moment, she was playing secretary again, looking
at her watch and saying, “Goodness, we only have half an
hour until your appointment.” She helped me up and said,
“Here, we’ve got to take care of this,” meaning my
erection. She sunk to her knees, unzipped my fly, and
liberated my cock, smiling with interest. She looked up
at me, and said, “You know, I’m really looking forward
to meeting your wife.”
Then, without further ado, she began vigorously sucking
it — she had been waiting for this. The wetness of her
mouth and the obvious hunger with which she devoured my
cock, brought me to climax in no time.
Carol helped me get cleaned up and out the door to my
appointment, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to
concentrate, knowing what was in store for me that