Watching the secretaries and making love to my boss

You just never know what you’ll see on a sunny and cool spring afternoon when all the sexy secretaries congregate, dressed in their sexy business suits, or your prim, proper and very cool boss.

I admit it, I love to watch the legs of the secretaries downtown as they take their lunch breaks. I love to watch them cross their hot legs.. watch the skirt sliding up their legs , the sunlight shining off the sheer nylons they all wear. Mrs Taylor, the supervisor of our department, has the best legs in the office. Today, she’s wearing a grey suit and black pantyhose. Man I love to watch her more than anyone. I know she’s in her early sixties and I’m only 20, but Funny, today I find out that she’sa people watcher , just like me. I back on the bench, feeling the sun on my face, waiting for more hot secretaries to give me somethingto watch, and I feel the bench tilting from an additional person. I let the sun bake me, until a familiar voice says, “Ah, here’s where you come foryour lunch break. I thought you’d be reading a book, Bobby.”

It’s Mrs Taylor, with a cell phone to her ear, looking at me. Now, I’m nervous. It’s one thing to fantasize about getting close enough to touch her long legs.. it’s another to have her sitting next to me. Now that she has my attention, she smiles and says,”Hello Bobby, are you having fun watching the cute secretaries?” Her legs cross slowly .. and she sees I can’t keep my eyes off her legs.” It’s not hard to figure out what you’re really watching, Bobby. But, if any of these women find out what disgusting fantasies you have about them, they’ll have your head. But you’re in luck … I want to help you. I think we can find you a new place to have lunch..”

She lays her hand on my thigh and squeezes. “What I mean is” she says, as she slowly rubs my thigh.. ” you need to come to my office so we can talk more privately, Bobby ” I look down at her nylon covered thighs where it slips through her slit skirt, and how the light shone on the mesh, and feel her hand slowly rubbing my leg. “In fact, come to my office when you go back to work.” I remind her I was working a half day , and she smiles and tells me to report to her off the clock. I watch as her finger slowly traces the outline of my hardening cock through my pants. Her eyes are on my tenting pants , and she’s breathing hard as any pervert I knew. I watch her uncross her long legs and get up and walk back to the office .. and drool at how her ass moves under the tight, grey, wool skirt.

As soon as I clock off.I knock on her door. Her secretary opens the door and shows me to her office. Mrs Taylor is at the window, her suit coat off, her hip cocked suggestively. Her secretary, Mona, seats me on a couch and then sits across from me in an office chair and crosses her legs. My eyes widen from the sight of Mona’s black stiletto heels, sheer stockings, and tight dress, not to mention, her sheer silk blouse with no bra under. For two women approaching retirement age, they’re both still walking wet dreams.

Mrs Taylor sits on the front edge of her desk, which slides her dress up her thighs. Absent-mindedly, she smoothes her sheer black pantyhosein doing so, she leans way over and I see down her blouse.She watches me as she finishes her call and comes to sit next to me on the couch.As she does, her mouth comes to my ear, full red sensual lips brushing my ear whispering, ” Isn’t it too bright in here? Mona, dim the lights would you?”. Her secretary Mona gets up and goes to dim the lights, then sits on my other side. Both are close enough to touch with long legs crossed to let me see their inner thighs. Mrs Taylor keeps her eyes fixed on me. “You really love my legs, don’t you Robert.” Mona gets up andgoes to the phone as punches a code. Mrs Taylor, maam, as you requested, the phone’s will now be answered by machine.” She looks up anddown Mona’s long legs “Very good. Lock the door and pour us all something strong.” All the while she watches me with a smoldering look of lustin her eyes

She picks up a pencil and chews on it thoughtfully ..Then starts to run her tongue up and down the pencils’ length.. across her lips .. sucking on it slightly. “I want to offer you an assistant’s job, you’d be working under Mona and me. Would you like that?” I swallow hard and say “Ohh, yes Mrs Taylor” as Mona brings up a bottle of scotch and an ice bucket and three glasses. “Good, then it’s officially time to celebrate. You don’t have to get home to your parents soon , do you ?” she says, watching Mona pouring us each straight whiskey. “Why, no, Mrs Taylor,ma’am.” Her legs cross higher as she leans over me and slides her arm behind my head, and her blouse opens enough to give me a look ather immense tits. “So drink up, Bobby, we”ll take care of you. We’re a team..” She extends my now- empty glass to Mona, who refills it and sits closer. I vaguely feel her knees touching my back, and Mrs Taylors hand on my thigh. I couldn’t help staring at how the dress clung to her gorgeous legs… when she shifts again and the slit opens enough to see her entire stockinged inner thigh as she leans in for a kiss. “To us and the future,Robert” I feel her secretart Mona rubbing my shoulders as Mrs Taylor’s mouth covers mine and her hand cups my cock.

“You are a very sexy young man Robert, and were going to teach you some things ..would you like that?” She asks as her tongue slides in and out of my mouth, and she pumps my cock slowly. “Good, now kneel in front of me.” Her blouse falls to the floor, and her hands smooths her stockings.. Then reaches up and pulls my head lower and guides my lips to her wet pussy and begins my lesson. I learned a lot from her. The taste of pussy, the feel of sheer stockings on my face as I tongue fuck her and Mona.. how her mouth feels on my cock as she sucks me off.. and how I service all her horny girlfriends.