About three o'clock, I called Ada into my office and told her to close the door.
-Is that a new skirt?
Gary asked her.
Ada brightened.
'Yes, Sir. Brand new. Do you like it?'
-Yes, Gary said.
-Lift it. I want to see what you're
wearing underneath…
Ada looked at Gary shyly, her hands dropping to the hem of her skirt but she did not obey. Her pale face went pink, working toward crimson.
'Is this really necessary, Sir?'
-Of course,
Gary old her.
-Dress code…
Remember?
-Yes, Sir, of course,
Ada said; toying with the hem of her slate-gray, pleated skirt.
-But you've never checked before, Sir.
Said Ada
-'Oh,"
Gary smiled.
-I've checked. You just didn't know
I was checking…
Those little skirts you wear. You tend to forget how short they are. You bend over quite a lot for a secretary, don't you?"
She stammered, "I don't know, Sir."
"One might think you were going out of your way to flash me."
She shook her head nervously, her face reddening more deeply as her ample breasts heaved.
-'No, Sir. I didn't realize I was flashing you.
-Uh-huh, I said with obvious suspicion. "You just want me to know what color panties you're wearing every single day, then?" Before she could stammer an answer, I was on her in an instant.
I had this whole big thing planned out; I was going
to chastise her for flirting with me, threaten her with
some sort of civil charge of sexual harassment, blah blah blah; I had a whole huge monologue in my head, to be delivered while I bent her over my desk and gave her the spanking she so richly deserved.
But when I saw her complete absence of peach colored panties, a spanking seemed pointless.
Instead, I kissed her hard and felt her up. Chacha held her skirt up to her waist and wriggled against me. Feeling the smooth, easy access to her pussy, I dropped to my knees.
I buried my face between her smooth thighs. I licked her smooth Pusssy and slipped my fingers up in her, working her clit and her swelling G-spot until she was ready to come.
Then I was up and ready to fuck. She got my pants open, shoving them over my hips. They dropped to my ankles. I entered my secretary easily, in one even thrust.
When I was in her deep, buried to the hilt, I kissed her hard, our tongues entangling as I gave her blouse the same treatment she'd given my shirt. Private practice can be murder on a married couple's bank account because of all the ripped-off clothes.
I lowered and raised my hips till I found just the right angle then grabbed her hair and held it tight. I looked in her eyes while I worked my cock precisely up and down, reaching between us to thumb her clit as I thrust shallowly at just the right angle I knew it so well. Her mouth dropped open. She moaned. I gave my secretary slow, jagged thrusts just the way she liked it, ma'am, hot and creamy. She came in a minute and a half, maybe longer. She shuddered and howled and melted into my arms while her pussy clenched me rhythmically.
I let Chacha catch her breath, purring into my ear as she settled into soft, even afterglow.
Then I took my pleasure with my secretary😋😎