I wasn't the first man in the world to fancy his secretary! Okay, maybe I was in a more fortunate position than most, in that I had the resources and the understanding, nay complicit wife to be able to do something about it. Gorgeous, naive, married Sandra teased me every day of the week. Now she had a serious problem and the solution was something I had in abundance — money!
Sandra was about to get an offer she just couldn't refuse!
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Sandra was now thirty-three. A little below average height, she was what we used to call voluptuous, with an hour glass figure and a very fit body. We flirted from time to time but it always finished with the little minx changing the subject and talking about her husband. Subtle!
Today was going to be different though! I was in work at seven thirty as usual and Sandra arrived at eight. She was looking tremendous in a mid-thigh stretch woollen dress that clung to her every curve, her blonde hair gathered into a pony tail high on her head and her deep blue eyes accentuated by the usual black rimmed spectacles. I supposed she felt the ponytail made her look more professional and business-like. Not to me it didn't! All I could think of was wrapping it around my hand and yanking her head back while I took her from behind.
She wore a powder blue formal jacket over her dress in an attempt at retaining some modesty, but I found my eyes roaming slowly over every inch of her. Like the good girl she was, she stood still in my doorway as I ogled and made polite conversation about the weather or something! My blood was pulsing by time she turned her perfectly round behind towards me and hustled off to the coffee pot. At forty-five, I was lusting after the girl like a dumb struck teenager. Not for the first time, did I consider just taking her, there and then at work!
