Living Dangerously... Secretaries and PAs

6:18am, besides the cleaners, none of the close to 600 staff who will fill these 9 floors in the next 3hrs have arrived. My phone rings, I pick up and hear a sweet voice 'morning, I have some documents to sign, can I bring them over?' 'Yes of course I reply' with my face lighting up.





I tend to get to work very early just to beat any kind of traffic, which I cant bear. I have learnt to benefit from the early rising days of field work, get to work fresh and have almost 2hrs to plan my day, take coffee in solitude and focus my mind. It also affords me privacy to be naughty, very naughty.





I had a boss I didnt like much, but his secretary was a different matter entirely! She of the soft spoken, specs wearing visage. Always friendly with everyone in the office, with a traffic stopping body under her very sensible office wear. Little or no make-up, much overlooked by most of the office. But I always saw the sway of her hips walking by, the inner pressure of firm flesh against her skirts and blouses. I always passed compliments and enjoyed her blushes.





I made my move slowly, gentlemanly, and extremely discrete... My surprise was the ease with which she flowed with me, revealing a quite naughty and razor sharp intelligence behind the demure office mien. We stole kisses and fumbled a few gropes here and there till I mentioned how empty the office was at those early hours... So we ended up 'signing documents' which was our code for our trysts in the office. If you took an accidental look at her phone and saw an sms from me to her, it was always work related but with hidden double meaning


I would 'sign' the wonderfully delicious twin documents she possessed on her chest, 36D no less, and of the 'up rangers' version. Luckily, the desks in my closed, private office were of the sturdy type and held up to quite a bit of hanky panky without collapsing. I always enjoyed the scent of her natural musk and other sex related body fluids on my hands or lingering for a while before the AC system vented it.


I recall having to teach her to handle my member with care and ease, she used to stroke it with a vigour that was alarming! Really firm handling if you ask me.. lol! But she was so sweet, loyal, discrete, and always available to give me some wet, warm, attention.


I didnt think it was possible to drive from VI to Slere with my cock in someone's mouth, but she proved me wrong one eventful night. That's the night I learnt how to drive properly... There was also a night at a waterfront bar on the island, where, sitting opposite me in a semi dark corner table, she casually leaned forward, bent over and took me deep into her mouth. I was savouring that thrill untill a waitress came over to ask if we wanted anything else and almost fainted


Did I also say she was quite energetic, adventurous and willing to try new stuff? Add this to posessing a grade A body and a 'restricted witdh' traffic tunnel and you'll know why it was worth the dangerous living.

My transfer to an office in another part of town slowed us down and eventually faded away with mutual respect and freindship intact. Yet I wonder what would have happened if the boss had discovered the heat going on under his nose?..

Dem for sack me o!