Secretary working late [M30s/F20s]
Any feedback appreciated and/or if anyone is interested in developing this further over chat, I’m M36
Kinks: hotwife, cheating, cum, public, caught, bdsm
Limits: under age, family, gore, scat
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I’m sat at my desk rubbing my eyes. Another week pouring over endless spreadsheets for my boss. How did I end up hear, i frequently think to myself. Boring job, boring desk, boring wife. I tut at the banality of myself.
Glancing at the clock on the screen says 1846. I let out an audible sigh, late yet again.
I loosen my blue tie and unbutton the top two buttons of my white shirt. The large office is still peppered with a few drones like me, but everyone important has left.
My phone shows 4 missed calls, she must be desperate to know my whereabouts. I take out some headphones, crank up the volume and place my phone face down so I can easily ignore anything else.
Some water would probably be nice, probably something stronger. I wander over to the water cooler. Instinctively I open the tap to refill my bottle when my eye is drawn.
Stood up at her desk, is the new secretary. What on earth are you still doing here? Not that I should complain, she is beautiful. Your red hair compliments her pale complexion.
I start to fill my bottle. Without thinking, my eyes follow your figure. Youre wearing a tight white blouse underneath which the sun has allowed your lacy bra to show through. My eyes reach your waist and the dark skirt you have paired it with. The nylon from your hosiery is black. Wow, I can feel my excitement building and start to imagine myself next to her, kissing her neck, my hands on your body, on your legs. It’s not the first time i have fantasised about a coworker. I can feel my pulse quicken and the blood rush to my trousers. However, it’s curtailed immediately and she looks directly at me. Your green eyes are deep and piercing. They say – I caught you looking at me and I know what you were thinking about. I’m going to punish you for that. I might be the secretary but we both know who is in control here
You smile, breaking the lustful moment and looks to the water cooler. It’s overflowing my bottle. I’ve made a bit of a mess on the floor and haphazardly crotch down to tidy it up.
You chuckle and stride straight past me to the photo copier. Your high healed shoes clack on the floor as you do. You already know my eyes are following you. Your hips are swinging to accentuate your tight bottom. I stand, almost to attention as you pass. I’m not the only one in the office fixated on your enticing gait and you know it.
Without thinking I let out a strong loud wolf whistle. Everybody’s attention is now on me. Embarrassingly that was a lot louder than I intended. My headphones are still connected and have muted my sense of volume. A mild panic sets in about how inappropriate that was. The remainder of the office is watching us to see how you will deal with this.
You are stood directly ahead of me. Your head turns and your eyes meet mine again. We’re at least 4m appart but it’s intense. This time it’s lust in them. I can see you blush and your eyes flick down to the ground. They come back to lock onto mine. Without looking you know I am aroused. You look visibly hot yourself and without breaking gaze your hand reaches up and undoes the top most button of your blouse. My eyes are burning to look to your chest, but they are powerless locked to your eyes. Your lustful smile widens and you bite your bottom lip. Whatever you are thinking about has made you blush again but this time it’s a deep dark sultry beetroot. Your eyes find mine again. You confidently stride 10 passes towards me, close enough that I can smell your perfume. The remainder of the office have stopped working and are watching this spectacle. You lean over so that you are hunched accentuating the figure around your bottom. With your lips at my ear and in a low whisper ‘I’m so sorry sir, have I done something wrong?’
I’m completely stupefied by this display of confidence. It’s so commanding, the voice, your dress and you’re eyes, it’s all too much. My pulse is racing, my mouth dry and my hands damp. In full view of everyone you take my hand and delicately place it on one of your arse cheeks. ‘If I have done something wrong, you ought to punish me’
What feels like an eternity passes, you step away and walk off, brushing past my painfully erect member as you do. You turn and make eye contact with a controlling smile as you do and go back to sit at your desk….
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/10ccbfs/secretary_working_late_m30sf20s_office_cheating