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Sometimes I love my job. No really, sometimes I absolutely love my job. It’s days like yesterday that put it over the top. I mean I’ve always been a perfectionist as far as work. Sometimes you just have to be ready for anything. My problem was, sometimes I not only anticipated problems but, like yesterday, I looked forward to them. I mean, you had to be ready for anything.Having worked for Terry Mathews for only two weeks, I was still learning the ropes. He selected me from the temp agency that I was listed with, hiring me outright after the first week. It wasn’t for my professionalism if you want to know the truth. I dressed in some very tight skirts and blouses that probably weren’t meant for secretarial attire. He was the boss and seemed to approve. There were a few rules set in place. The main and strictest one was that no one was allowed in his office unless he was there. The consequence of breaking that rule was immediate termination. That’s what happened to his former secretary and the two before her. I needed to play my cards right. Terry Kartal Escort was a computer nerd. That being said, he was a good-looking computer nerd. Tall and broad-shouldered, he was an imposing figure of a man. Until you heard him speak, that is. His voice and his demeanor would annoy the shit out of you. Still, his wavy blond hair and bright, sky-blue eyes, along with a chiseled jawline and features, he was a handsome son of a bitch. Not to mention the obvious bulge in the front of his tight slacks. If he wasn’t stuffing a sock in his BVDs, there was something special hiding there. The night before I lay awake with a stupid fantasy of him between my legs. His tongue jabbed at my clitoris awkwardly. It was so real, my fingers pressing the front of my white cotton panties as I pretended that it was him. In my wet dream, yeah, ladies have them too, he didn’t speak. That would just ruin it for me. I pictured my fingers wrapped in his short, sandy curls, pulling his face to my sopping sex.Drifting off to Kartal Escort Bayan sleep in my damp panties, I dreamt all night of him fucking me with that huge, bulging monster that hid behind his zipper.Up early for a shower, I watched myself in the mirror as I dressed. Tight, high-waisted cotton panties. There was just something about white cotton that said, “Fresh,” to me. Truthfully, I just thought they looked sexy. A pair of nude pantyhose next and a white lacy bra. A white silk blouse above a painted-on, knee-length, black skirt. Finishing off with a pair of ruby high heels, I looked at myself from every angle in the mirror.“Damn, girl,” I said out loud, “You’re loaded for bear.”A twenty-five-minute drive into the city and I parked my Accord in the company garage. I was early but I had something that I needed to do and I needed to do it today. No lights in the front office which meant that I was the first one there. Good luck so far. I walked quickly to my desk in Terry’s outer office and grabbed Escort Kartal what I needed. Just to be sure, I knocked on his office door. No answer. More good luck. I cracked the door just enough to be sure no one was in. Looking back, I saw that the office was still dark. I had half an hour before anyone was due to clock in. I went in and closed the door behind me. I was bent over his desk, my back to the door when I heard it.“What the hell, Angie?” Terry’s voice boomed.Well, boomed isn’t an accurate description. Maybe you would say it wailed. I just froze in place, my ass pointing at him. Not looking up, I took a chance and slowly rocked my hips from side to side, “I just wanted to be the first thing you saw this morning, Mister Mathews.”A long, slow silence passed before I heard him clear his voice nervously. The carpeted floor silenced his footsteps but the heat of his hand on my left asscheek was very evident, “Miss Oakes,” he stuttered, “This is highly, uhm, irregular.”“Are you saying that you don’t like my ass?”“Oh, uhm, no no,” he choked out, “It’s very uhm, very nice.”Without looking back or raising from my bent position, I reached for the hem of my tight skirt and ever so slowly began to pull it up and over my hips. I could hear his deep breaths and feel his hand trembling when he replaced it on my cotton-covered cheek again.
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