The Secretary - Sex Stories

The Secretary

I just got off a long video conference call, just in time for lunch. I wasn’t all that hungry, but my appetite for something else was on my mind. I hit the intercom.

“Hi Joan, is Gabriella around?” I asked our receptionist and administrator.

“Yes Mr. Emerson” asked Joan.

“Can you send her in for my lunch break?” I asked.

“Certainly sir.” she responded, I could hear the smirk in her voice.

Gabrielle hadn’t proved very effective at project management, but she’d found a niche for herself in the company, it was no secret what kept her on the books at our small firm.

I scanned through my emails and a few minutes later, Gabriella opened my office door. She was a woman on the shorter side, in her young thirties dark hair, she always wore a dress which accentuated her narrow waist, and heels, which brought her height up to 5’ 6”. Her v-neck dress exposed the slight swell of her small breasts. She had learned early on that people appreciated her more when she didn’t wear a bra and her nipples could poke through the fabric or become completely exposed to view when she bent forward. She carried a large designer bag over her right shoulder. One of the partners had given her the many thousand dollar bag as a gift.

“You asked for me sir?” asked Gabriella

I smiled at the woman, nearly two decades my junior. “I have an hour until my next meeting, I thought it would be nice to get a little relief from this morning’s meetings.”

“An hour sir?” she asked, her ...

... eyebrow raised with her sultry smile. She entered my office, closing the door behind her. Gabriella had dark brown hair and was a fit shapely woman.

“Or thereabout”, I smiled back, with a wink

She sauntered over around my desk, her hips swaying seductively. I pushed back in my chair, rolling away from my desk and turning toward her. Gabriella stepped in close, standing between my outspread legs. I smiled up at her and gently ran my hand up her stockinged knee, stopping just at the hem of her dress. I resisted going higher for a little squeeze of her ass. We had a strict policy about such things. She reached into her big designer bag and pulled out a foam pad. She knelt down, placed it carefully on the floor between my feet, before kneeling on it. I looked down at Gabriella as she set her bag down to the side. I could see straight down the open neck of her dress. Her white breast swelled off her chest, capped with dark ping nipples, the left one openly visible from where I sat in my chair. She reached for my shoes and began to untie the laces. She knew what I liked, I didn’t need to tell her. She pulled off one shoe, then the other, then my socks, and placed them carefully off to the side, a sock inside each of my shoes. Gabriella then looked up at me expectantly.

I stood up from my chair, this brought my hips at a completely inappropriate level with the kneeling project manager’s face. Her small fingers wasted no time in opening the buckle of my belt. Her feminine hands ...