It started off to be a fine day. The sun was shining, the trade winds were blowing and I was on my way to surprise Jon with a homemade lunch. I smiled at the guard, signed in and waited at the elevator. Seconds later I enter the elevator and a male joins me. He's dressed like your typical business man with a dress shirt and slacks, shoes and a tie, but his hair was not short or groomed. He had wavy, black shoulder length hair, parted in the middle that accentuated his strong, handsome features and high cheek bones. His dark, almost black piercing eyes bore into your very soul.
He nodded, acknowledging me then pressed the 8th floor button. I had already pressed the 9th floor button. The elevator doors closed and we began our slow ascent. He glanced over to me as if he was trying to figure out why I was going to the 9th floor. Then he spoke.
"I don't remember seeing you before," huskily he remarked.
"Well, I don't come around too much; I'm just dropping off lunch," I replied.
"Mmm, whatever it is it sure smells good. Your husband is really lucky."
"He's not my husband, just my boyfriend."
The dark haired stranger nodded, smiled then turned back to face the front after eyeing me from head to toe as I stood across from him dressed in a white tank top, denim shorts and sandals. I focused me attention back to the circled numbers on the panel. We rode the remainder of the way in silence. Finally the elevator stopped and the door opened on the 8th floor. He smiled before exiting then the doors closed.
The elevator traveled up to the next floor then stopped. I exited and noticed something rather unusual; the front door was wide open. I took a few steps forward. There was no one in the outer office. This was very out of the ordinary. Just as I was about to call out to announce myself I heard voices, muffled and somewhat strange. I continue quietly towards the back where my boyfriend's office is. The voices and muffled sounds grew louder. My heart begins to pick up a bit. Deep down inside my worst fear surfaces and takes over. Slowly I hear a female's voice mumbling and moaning.
I now stand at the corner of his office and the door is wide open. Something inside of me tells me not to speak so I hold my tongue and poke my head around the corner to peek inside of the opened door. My heart stops, my world comes crashing down right before my eyes. There on his desk lays his secretary, Anita, on her back. No papers, no trays, nothing; just the young Filipina lying on her back on his desk naked.
There before my eyes my boyfriend of three years has his hands upon her tits as she arches her back. She has her hands between her legs holding his head in place and her legs on top of his shoulders. His face is buried between her legs, pressed against her pussy and she is caught up in the frenzy of his tongue. Jon really knows how to please a woman, to eat her, fuck her with his tongue and to make a woman cum on his face.
I should say something but I can't; I won't. Instead I wait and step back so they won't see me. I knew they wouldn't notice me, judging by the way the two of them were going at it. I place the lunch basket down on the chair next to the wall where I stand and watch as she explodes in a screaming orgasm.
"Oh, fuck! Yes, yes! Fuck! Eat me; eat my cunt!" the busty, petite Filipina screams. "Oh! argh! I'm cumming!!!!!"
