Hot Secretaries

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My company was a product distribution warehouse, thirty thousand square feet with a collection of offices in a loft construction at one end. Normally, my eighteen employees would be busy at work, sending and receiving shipments as trucks came and went. But I had given everyone the day off with pay. I told them it was a reward for being such excellent employees. Hell, I could afford it; I made an annual profit of damn near three hundred grand.

My personal office was sexy nicely furnished, with gigantic bay windows that overlooked the wharf and shipping piers outside. Carpeted and furnished with a gigantic leather couch, a couple of chairs, a conference table and my gigantic mahogany desk, my office was my home away from home. There was even a private bathroom with a shower stall. Alexis and I had fooled around now and then in the office. I had taken her many times from behind as she leaned over my desk, her skirt pushed up and knickers around her ankles and her stockings legs spread wide.

Hmm, I thought. Gonna have to get a new desk.

I lead Alexis through the door, closed it behind me. I pretended to busy me with some papers on my desk as my wifey sat down on the couch. I could inform she was thinking about the times we had screwed in the office, by the naughtie smile on her face.

“What are ya thinking about, honey?” I asked casually as I scribbled on some blank paper, pretending to sign documents.

Alexis breathed in, smoothing her hands up and down her tight jeans. She looked around wistfully. “Oh . . . nothing,” she said with feigned innocence.

I chuckled. My penis was getting harder with anticipation. My own jeans were getting a little tight. My bulge was displaying. “Oh, I think I know what ya’re thinking,” I said, turning to face her.

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Everyone thought gail was a hott piece of rump.

Mark was one of those bosses who inspired - how should I put it - “respect” among his workforce. He knew what he desired, and he made sure ya got it done. It was kind of a double-edged sword. Some days ya were worried about going into work because ya knew he was going to give ya a hard time over a piece of work ya’d done; other times ya’d feel really great because ya were part of a winning team - and the rest of the business knew it.

But it was a purdy excellent day at work the day annie arrived for her interview as the team administrator. It was a purdy lowly position and we’d seen a trail of spotty young dudes and dowdy young females going in and out of Mark’s office all morning. Most of them looked purdy shaken by Mark’s tough interviewing style - and in this, at least, zoe was no exception. She came out of his office clearly trying to hold her head up and keep her composure, but she was shaking slightly and looked a little paler than when she went in. But Barbara stood out from the other interviewees in certain other respects. She was about 5′6″ and taller in her black sensual sheer pantyhose and black patent sensual stilletos. She was wearing a red skirt suit which was professional enough - but amply showed off the curve of her hips and shapely legs. And - even more interesting to the guys in the room, I suspected - her knockers were pleasingly full and presented extremely attractively by (what I imagined must have been) her underwired bra from one of those stores that cater for the “bigger-busted doll”. I wondered if she had deliberately opened one more button than usual on her blouse that day in the hope that it might swing the job for her - or whether she noticed my colleagues (and, I must confess, me) checking her out. What I am sure of is that every single one of the dudes was checking out her backside and pantyhose legs as she went through the door and it closed behind her.