Background: This is my first posting. I have always enjoy the fantasy of office sex. But I got inspired after reading a story called "MY SECRETARY" written by fellow member seth_perm. You may want to ready his story first. In his story seth_perm referred to the women in the office as SW (Secretary-Whore). In my story below, I referred them as SS (Secretary-Slut).
Read my story below and let me know what you think. Thank you. :)
Morris is not my own boss. He is another associate in the firm with his office next to Tanner's. Tanner is my own boss.
As employees we all have company mobile phones for communication purposes.
One day I was working in my cubicle while my own boss is away from the office. My phone rang off and I got a text message from Morris. "Please come into my office, I need special assistance from you."
As common practice in the messages sent and received, there are two types of assistance: "assistance" and "special assistance". If someone asks for assistance, that is office and professional help; if someone asks for "special assistance", you know he wants intimacy.
Usually associates have their office doors open. So I straightened up myself, made sure I look presentable and walked to Morris' office to see him.
When he saw me, he said, "close the door please." So I closed the door, and as common practice by all SS, I turned the dead bolt and locked it too.
He stood up and said, "come over to the couch." There was a laptop computer sitting on the coffee table. So I went over to the couch and sat down with him.
I saw there is an online catalog of Victoria's Secret lingerie showing on the screen.
Morris said, "you see, valentine's day is coming up and I want to buy something for my wife. Could you help me choose?"
I thought he just came up with a lame excuse trying to have me getting intimate with him.
So I sat close next to him. he used the remote control of his laptop to automate the scrolling of the online catalog, showing photos of beautiful models all cladded in sexy lingerie and high heels.
"What do you think?" Morris asked me.
"They are all very beautiful." I replied.
He started to twitch uncomfortably in his seat and rubbing his own crotch.
So I asked him quietly, "Morris, would you like me to take care of your erection?"
"Hmmm .... Yes please." He replied.
So I replaced his hand with mine, and started to unbuckle his belt and unzip him.