HELEN
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU'RE UP TO HELEN?" My subconscious shouted at me.
It was 6.30 on a Friday afternoon and here was I, a 45-year-old happily married mother of 18-year-old twin girls and a staid and well-respected solicitor, lying flat on my back on my desk with my skirt rucked up round my waist and the gusset of my panties pulled to one side. My legs were about as far apart as I could get them and I could just see over the mound of my tits the tousled head of my assistant, who was at least 20 years younger than me. He had two fingers pushing in and out of my cunt and he was sucking and licking my pussy lips and clit with relish. How did we get to this point?
Well about 20 minutes earlier Mark had come into my office where I was working on a case file. He stood there in all his glorious 6' 1" height built like a whippet, with blond hair and blue eyes. Unfortunately, from my point of view, he was only 23 years old although he had only been my assistant for nearly a year.
"It's Friday evening at gone 6 o'clock when all good solicitors should be in the wine bar drinking wine and enjoying themselves." He said as he reached across the desk, plucked the pen from my grasp and placed it on the folder in front of me, closed the folder and moved it aside.
I started to remonstrate at which point he moved round the desk and was standing behind me when he said "Don't get so uptight Helen." Then he placed his hands, one on each of my shoulders and started to knead them quite strongly but quite gently as well. This felt so good that I couldn't (didn't want to) stop him and I could feel the tensions of the day being gently massaged out of my shoulders. His hands then massaged the top of my back and a little further down and then back up to my shoulders. Next, he massaged the backs of my arms and back to my shoulders then the outsides of my arms and back to my shoulders and finally, so I thought, the front of my arms during which he very lightly brushed the sides of my breasts. I put this down to what he was doing and although it felt nice, I ignored it. However, after he had massaged back to my shoulders, he started to massage my front during which, momentarily, he touched and squeezed my breasts. Again, I put this down to what he was doing and resolved that if it happened again I would tell him to stop, after all what he was doing was making me feel very relaxed, not to mention randy.
He then started all over again but this time when he got round to massaging my front, he ended up fully cupping my tits and squeezing them gently and fanning my quickly hardening nipples with his thumbs. It felt so good. However, I steeled myself and said "Mark. Stop doing that now." but then my lust and my big fucking mouth took over and my hands reached up to cover and press his hands onto my big quivering tits and I continued "and I promise you that you will not be working here on Monday."