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The Businessman

... down her dress, covering her nether regions, and sat back in his chair with a feeling of smug satisfaction. She recovered slowly, lifting her head groggily. Her eyes landed on him and a smile exploded on her face along with a blush. "Are you okay?" he asked. She sat up, legs dangling over his desk. "Yeah," she said, nodding. She looked sheepish but happy at the same time. She put one bare foot on his knee, wriggling her toes against him, and she giggled. "I thought you were going to... you know. Do it to me." "Not this time," he said. He had meant to reassure her that it would never happen, but something in her tone, something he interpreted as hopeful, changed the words on his lips. He asked, "Does this mean you'll take the job?" She rolled her eyes in embarrassment, grinning. She thought about it. "How often will you want to, you know, do stuff?" she asked. "I mean, like this." Fair question. "Twice a week?" he suggested. She chewed that over. "What if... what if I don't want to?" she asked. "You can say no anytime you want," he promised. "And I won't fire you because of it. Sandy, if this is the only time we do anything, then that's fine. I like you, I think you'll do a good job. But if you would like to have some, ah, special job benefits..." He let it hang. She grinned in understanding. "Okay," she ...

... said. "Okay?" "I'll take the job," she added. He grinned. There was more that had to be done after that, paperwork to fill out and file, but for now it was enough to help her down off the desk, to stand over her looking down at her bright, upturned eyes, to feel her soft, young body radiating heat so close to him. On impulse, he kissed her and, to his pleasant surprise, she kissed back. She put her panties back on then but stuffed the hose into her purse, put her shoes back on, straightened her hair, and he escorted her out. "Be here as soon as you can after school," he told her. "Monday through Friday. Sometimes Saturdays, too. Okay?" "Okay, Mr. Richards," she said. "Kyle," he said. "I think you should call me Kyle." "Okay," she said. They looked into each other's eyes, maybe each longing for one last kiss, their relationship cemented now. But she left without a kiss, only a glance backward and an almost shy wave. He closed the door, leaned heavily against it, and sighed. He could smell her on him, in the air too, and it took barely a minute of tugging on his hard cock to spew a heavy load all over the floor. That was the last time, though he didn't know it yet, that he would waste a load on his office floor. Things were going to get much more interesting with his new secretary. Very interesting, indeed.