"Shit!" I think she saw me taking the picture.
My secretary was leaving early for the day and as she left down the stairs in the back of the building, I was trying to get a good picture of her for my collection. She looked really sexy today and I just had to jack off with a picture of her. It was my custom to try and take a picture of her secretly just for my pleasure. I was married, but my wife wasn't interested in anything remotely sexual, so I had taken to relieving myself of the burning fire in my loins with my own fantasies. Kathy was my unknowing assistant in this matter.
She was gorgeous, about 5'8" with a showgirl's legs that she loved to show off. You could serve dinner off of her ass and her breasts had to be at least a 36DD. She always wore the shortest skirts and the tightest tops of anyone in the office. And she must have been the most cold-natured woman alive because her nipples were always pushing out from the obviously thin material of her bra.
I had overheard her sharing with the other ladies in the office that her husband always bought her the sexiest lingerie to wear because he was turned on thinking about her wearing it to work. The ironic thing was he was not satisfying her sexually at home. Evidently, he was a selfish lover and just wanted to look at her and, when he got himself hard, to fuck in her in the same old missionary position every time. She told the rest of the ladies that she had a vibrator that she found her own satisfaction with and she was tired of the status quo of the missionary. She wanted something new and exciting. And, dammit, she wanted to cum, too. Today she had worn a new black mini skirt with a little slit up the back. She didn't know it, but every time she left my office the skirt had ridden up her ass and she was showing me her gorgeous ass cheeks that were separated by a sexy black thong. The white blouse she was wearing really showed off her breasts perfectly. The lacy bra underneath the blouse let the faint darkness of her aureoles and nipple show through. I couldn't get up from behind my desk for a few minutes because of the raging erection poking through my pants.
I knew I had to have a picture of her. I was going to be a happy man tonight. Like I was saying earlier, Kathy had left early and was leaving via the back stairs which are right outside the back wall of my office. I have a bay window behind my desk and I could always get a good shot of her if I was careful. I closed the door to my office and got out my camera and was ready when I heard the door close. There she was. Damn, what a body! I clicked a few pictures when suddenly she whirled around and looked right at me. I shrunk back quickly, breathing hard. I heard steps again and, in a few seconds, the sound of a car door closing, then the engine starting and she was gone.
Damn, damn, damn! I can't believe I was stupid enough to get caught. I was really to catch hell tomorrow. I just hoped she wouldn't sue me or try to get me fired. I went to my credenza and got out a bottle of whiskey and took a drink straight from the bottle to calm myself. I knew it would be a restless night tonight.
I was in early the next day and trying to think of something I could say to her. I eventually decided the truth may work. Maybe she would understand if I told her about my situation at home. And I would tell her this was the first time I had done it. I felt a little better. She was always understanding with everyone in the office. She just didn't judge people; maybe she would forgive me and I could go back to my fantasies on the computer with people I didn't know.
There was a quiet knock on my door. "Come in," I called out.
The door opened and it was Kathy. Of course, she'd want to go ahead and get it over with as well. "May I come in, Mr. Brant?"
"Sure, come on in, Kathy," I said and stood like a gentleman would.
She walked in and OH MY GOD did she look special today! She was wearing a pink mini skirt with black stockings and another tight short-sleeved sweater. Her nipples looked the size of dimes and I consciously torn my eyes away and looked into her flashing green eyes. Shit, this isn't good.
"I think you know why I'm here, Mr. Brant." She was standing in front of my desk, her hands on the desk and leaning slightly forward. I could smell her delicate perfume and the slight smell of cinnamon on her breath. Her curly midnight black hair was cascading down and threatening to cover my view of her nipples. I had to sit down, Junior was trying to get a peek as well.
"I think I do, Kathy," I said in a calm voice. I didn't want to admit anything at this point.
