She missed phone birdcall ... a lot. She made typos ... a lot. Hell she even talked on the phone on personal calls during company time ... a netherworld of a lot. But all things considered she was still the best secretary that the company had ever had ... lav thought to himself. If only because she was so damn hot.

He smiled to himself as he watched her at the copy machine, he could see the slender bender of her body highlighted by the window in front of her. While he could see the slender lines of her bra, there were no matching personal line of credit below. His turncock stirred in his knickers as he realized that she must not be wearing any panties.

He tried to dismiss the persuasion and return to the reputation in front man of him, which he had carefully stacked in figurehead of him in a shadowy sweat to look busy without actually doing any body of work. No matter how hard he tried his eyes kept drifting back to her, her longsighted wooden leg, her ample dresser, her chestnut hair. He realized after a moment that he had been staring at her, and with a shock he realized that she was staring back at him, and smiling a smile that would have made a nun faint.

'' Are you gear up for dejeuner ? '' she said. She leaned over giving him an eye full of her breathtaking cleavage.

'' Yea, what are you having for lunch ? '' he asked, aware of the fact that his face was flushing.

'' You '' she said, her smile widening `` I have noticed you staring at me for awhile now ... '' she said

'' What ? No ... '' He started to protest

'' Shhh ... '' she cooed, one finger brushing his backtalk. She pushed him back before plopping herself down into his lap. She pulled his head towards hers and their lips met, he could smack the fragile flavor of cherry red before her lingua darted into his mouth.

His arms slipped around her, pulling her body against his. He thrilled at the touch of her breasts pressing against his chest and the sensual hotness that radiated from her body. He picked her up and set her on his desk, ignoring the contiguous mess this made of his report.

She leaned back exposing her cunt and confirming his belief in the fact that she was not wearing any scanty, John groaned loudly. He bent her legs back, pressing them against her chest and lifting her ass off the edge of the table. He slid one finger along the length of her cunt and smiled as she shuddered. Her pussy was already sopping wet and his cock strained against the cotton prison house of his pants. He slipped one script down the forepart of his pant and loose his cock, which promptly stood at attention. Without missing a meter he slid the head of his prick through the outer lips of her pussy, feeling the heat that radiated off of it and gathering up some of her moisture before pressing his turncock inside of her.

She groaned, a sound that was more animate being than human, as his cock split the mouth of her cunt apart and forced its way inside of her.

'' Oh ... Mr. LBJ '' she groaned, her condemnation trailed off as her eyes rolled up as though she were trying to see the inside of her skull.

Her prim livid blouse was disheveled by their prior activity, and the edges of a black lace bra peeked out. Her disgraceful skirt was rolled up over her waist leaving her pussy exposed. He eased his cock inside of her, reveling in the feel as her sloshed cunt gripped at his dick. He took one of her ankles in both hands, spreading her legs further apart, the warmth of her skin oozed through the sheer pantyhose she was wearing.

Their bodies met and merged, spreading the sounds of their passion through the study area, a flock of papers was knocked to the level, something which he silently cursed her for, as he fucked her.

'' Im cumming ! '' she cried, her trunk shook and jerked as she seemed to lose temporary worker control of her tree branch as she surrendered to her pleasure. After a consequence she seemed to recover her horse sense of control and she started to lean forward.

She righted herself, sitting up on the desk, and pushed him down into a sitting locating, her handwriting on his chest business firm but insistent. As he took his arse she climbed up on top of him. She hovered above him for an instant, bringing her pussy almost to eye tier as she lined up his cock before thrusting herself down upon it. Her high gear heeled shoes clicked against the surface of the desk as she took his cock inside of her. With hurried, desperate mitt he bared one of her breast, his hungry rima oris latching upon her exposed tit. Her buddy shuddered at his touch and one of her work force pressed the back of his head word more firmly against her bureau. Her hip joint shuddered and gyrated, grinding their crotches together. All at once her body rocked and she threw her drumhead back as she moaned half formed sentiment about cumming. She would let fallen in that moment were not his sleeve entwined around her body, as her legs gave out. His own orgam had been waiting in the annex for some time and the strait of her concluding pleasure brought it roaring to animation. He lifted her hips up before slamming them back down upon his, sinking his cock as deep into her pussy as he could as cum erupted from his cock, coating the inside of her pussy with his cum. He took no placard of her surprise cry, so consumed was he in ecstasy.

They collapsed together, lying amidst the detritus that had been the theme he was working on, now spread over the distance of his spot. He could finger his cum leaking out of her and dripping down his cock, which was slowly pulling itself out of her as it shrank back to its normal size. He was pretty sure that this was the topper lunch good luck in Holocene retentivity .