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The week after getting back from the States was a busy one.I was gone for two weeks but could see how much Sally kept the office together and the rest of the company going. She was indeed a gem and her abilities invaluable.Intimate touches around the office became the norm over the course of the week though we kept it as normal as possible. It was not much different from other physical contacts when she wanted my attention in professional matters. It was more a matter of showing recognition for each other’s presence, than acting clingy. Her eyes did reveal what she really felt, and it also assured me we were still on track at home.She slept in a few nights but the nights she stayed over at my place, it was more a matter of supper, then a bit of relaxation before crashing in the main bedroom with little else happening other than an intimate cuddle. She did meet Gillian, her friend from varsity, for drinks one night but she was back home at around eleven.Had I been awake, I would have noticed Sally’s flushed face and perhaps guilt as well. It was only months after that I learned they still had an on/off thing.Heavy petting was the exception on some of the nights we spent together. When still single, I had company an average of three nights per week. Though my prostate was emptied on a regular basis, I was getting needy for some hot action. Yet I had to respect Sally in going slow about things. It was not a matter of her not knowing I was getting a bit frustrated; sometimes I wondered if I should not just poke her deeper than the fast-becoming customary squashed morning wood in her butt groove.On the other hand, I felt that us getting to another level was worth a bit more effort than a quickie before work.We showered together often, and it usually turned out to her having a crashing, watery orgasm over my hands and me soon after splashing my seed against her soft stomach at her very competent little hands. It just seemed that we were not at that level of trust yet where we could indulge in making love, let alone getting a blow job. I was often feeling like it was time to go out and just have a good-old old-fashioned fuck. Yet that would break the trust we needed to build in our budding relationship.It also had to be good timing as I was out coaching rugby some nights and those nights she slept at her place. Nights we did have together we were tired from running our pace at bursa escort the office.Late in the third week of our relationship, Sally walked into my office with a sly smile on her face. She had my diary in her hands. I wondered what was up.I took her in as she approached my desk. Her slightly freckled legs were bare and her black skirt was just above her knees. Her white silk blouse had two buttons undone and there was the hint of her cream lace bra behind the edges of the undone buttons. Her hair was up in the customary bun, and she had a pearl bracelet on her left wrist which complimented her leather-strapped gold watch.“You need to stop looking so gorgeous when entering my office with a smile like that,” I noted.She walked around my table, put the diary on my desk, and bent over so her lace-encased breasts were directly in view. “Thanks for the compliment, it does have the desired effect. Though looking gorgeous for you is exactly my point,” she said softly into my ear.My cock stirred and kept growing, her perfume was intoxicating, and I was getting sweaty under my collar.“If you continue this type of behavior, I might just ravish you right here on this desk,” was my reaction.“Really? I thought you were against fornicating at the office. You even have an immediate dismissal policy on that,” she reminded me. “Besides, I am not a quick office fuck type of girl, I need to be wine and dined before you can remove my panties Boss.”Without thinking, my hand slipped around her buttock, I pulled her closer before sliding my hand over her buttocks and down to the seam of her skirt. My bare hand on the soft skin of her leg made her gasp and she groaned softly as the same hand slid up her leg toward her buttocks. Halfway up my hand changed direction to the inside of her leg; destination, her ever-so-juicy crotch.We both stiffened as my fingers got into contact with her bare crotch.She was pantyless and already dripping.My fingers softly played with her slippery labia, making her sob in pleasure. “Put your fingers inside me, please?” she breathed.“No!” I smiled as I removed my finger and stick it into my mouth, savouring her taste while looking deep into her eyes.She slumped her shoulders in frustration. “You are one cruel Boss, not getting his secretary off when she needs it most.”“It should teach you not to dare me to take your panties off when you’re not wearing any.”I stood up and bursa escort bayan pulled her into my arms. Our eyes closed as I leaned down and captured her lips with mine. It was our first kiss in the office.Sally was breathing deeply and moaning into my mouth as she often does when we kiss. We were compatible kissers. We both knew the importance of a good kiss and we matched each other in that. She rubbed against my hard cock in my trousers, and I could feel pre-cum oozing from my slit. We were both dangerously turned on.Breaking the kiss, I pulled back and asked her, “What was it you wanted to talk about?” I smiled down at her.“I just wanted to share the rest of your afternoon with you and beg for an hour or two please?”“You know what my stance is on that, as long as your work….” Her arms went around my neck, she kissed me with fervour and pulling back said, “thank you, you’re the best boss ever.”“Before you go, what are your plans for tonight?”“Quite open, why?”I closed this small distance between us, rested my hands on her hip and asked, “would you have dinner with me please?”“You know I would, but you seem so serious about it,” she replied softly.“Last thing before you do, please get us a table at Vincentio’s, please? Eight should be great and if you want to, I can… no, I will pick you up at seven thirty.”“I’ll be ready then,” she replied and left the office with almost a bounce in her step. I got busy with my work and left the office at around 6 PM. The drive home was leisurely as most of the traffic had cleared up. It gave me some time to reflect on some work issues and what was going on in my life.I reminded myself to give Andy a call. Since being back from the States I have not really reached out. A text here and there, mostly her reaching out first. I endeavored to give her a call in the morning.While the rugby season was going well and my assistant coach had it all in hand, I wasn’t that active in coaching the team directly. Some things were gnawing but I promised myself to sort it out.There was Helen and some thoughts on her seemed off still. Then I remembered the envelope inside Andy’s album I never opened. To be honest, I forgot about the envelope. I pulled into an old watering hole of mine. One or two drinks would not make a difference. It was quick for me to get ready for an evening, which I felt was necessary for Sally and me to get a bit closer. She escort bursa had been over the top busy the past few weeks and she deserved a break and a bit of TLC. To be honest, I could not think of when last she had a decent two-week leave period. It was mostly a two-day with a weekend betwixt.In the end, she gave her all for me. I’ve read her file, did some checks on Facebook, and learned a lot over the past few years.What worried me a bit at this specific point was her post about being ‘in a relationship’ with Gillian a few years ago. What part of her life was still influenced or dominated by Gillian? I had never met Gill, but I did know, she was a gorgeous, strawberry-blonde hottie straight off the front of Vogue. In my books, I’d fuck her on a whim, she was exactly my type.I had one Jack Daniels before heading home to get ready for my date. Date? Yeah, I was going on a date with my secretary. Honestly? Yeah, desperately wanted to fuck her, make love to her, take her, dominate her, have her scream my name – and I had the ability to do that to a girl.This girl was really getting to me and I was tumbling fast. But also, for the first time in my life, for the right reasons. Pulling into the garage at my place, I suspected nothing. What was there to expect? A Dog, a welcoming party? Opening the door joining the garage to the lobby stopped me in my tracks. From the door, I had direct sight into the kitchen. What awaited me was a vision I never expected.Sally was in the kitchen, dressed in a modest black cocktail dress, stockings, and heels. She had a plain white apron around her waist and was bent over, legs straight and calves tensed, taking a dish from the oven.Turning sideways, putting the dish on the kitchen island, I could see her slight smile as she concentrated on the dish before her. I smelled lamb. Her smile said she knew I was watching her.Right that moment I had only one thought; this woman was the ONE. I wanted to marry her, fuck her, cherish her, make love to her, love her, cross swollen rivers for her, impregnate her. Make her my own, never letting go, no matter what. Libido suddenly rampant, my cock steel hard, I walked forward into the kitchen and grabbed her from behind. My cock easily found the crevasse of her buttocks, nestling between the firm freckled globes beneath her dress. My right hand slipped around her, coming to rest resting low on her abdomen. I pulled her upright, filling my left hand with a firm tit. Her hair was in a ponytail and my teeth lightly grazed her neck as I mashed her firm tit. My right hand slipped lower, gathering her dress, and pulling it up.
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