Mostly, he was thinking about Micaela: her graceful legs and lush, maturing body. The way she had come jiggling down the stairs that morning made it impossible to think of anything else, even though he had knocked off a piece with Joan not more than an hour ago.
Joan wasn't helping any, either, dammit. Her skirt was halfway up her thighs. She had her legs crossed so that one knee was aimed right at him every time he walked past. He tried changing the direction of his pacing, but that made it even worse, since it gave him a glimpse down her blouse. What he really needed was a bigger office or a homelier secretary.
'Where was I?' he asked for the fifth time.
Joan read back the preceding sentence.
'Oh, yeah,' he muttered, trying to concentrate.
He thought of the shape of ‘Caela's breasts, the way the sun had streamed through her thin pajamas. He thought of quiet, studious Gabby's graceful way of moving, her slim, lithe dancer's body. He thought of sassy Patty and the way he'd had to order her back up to put a bra on over her budding tits. He had been able to see her nipples right through her T-shirt. Damn, now he was getting a hard-on again. He hoped Joan wouldn't notice it, and, in an attempt to conceal it, changed the angle of his pacing again.
He wound up in the corner of the office, with nothing to do but walk directly toward Joan. He threw his head back as if searching the ceiling for inspiration. Finally he had to turn when Joan protested that she couldn't hear him.
His cock was like an aching, swollen arm in his pants, thrust impatiently out against his underpants and trousers. The image of ‘Caela silhouetted against the window flashed through his mind again.
'Hot in here today,” Joan commented during a pause. He glanced over, and flinched. She had unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, and was fanning herself with the loose collar, showing the slopes of her generous breasts almost to the edge of the nipples.
'Yeah,” he grunted. 'Where was I?”
'You had a hard-on, and were trying to hide it in the corner,” Joan noted, not cracking a smile.
'Cut it out, we've got work to do,” he growled.
'Yes, sir,' Joan agreed placidly, and proceeded to read back the last sentence he had dictated.
'Thank you. The results of the recent erection are certain to result in heightened interest by… what the devil are you laughing at?”
Joan tried to stifle her snickers. 'Did you hear what you just said?”
'No. What the hell did I say?”
She read it back to him, emphasizing the word 'erection.”
'Dammit to hell,' he bellowed. 'You knew I meant 'election.'“
'But the way you said it is true, too,' she answered in a sultry tone. 'My interest is definitely heightened by your recent erection.”
'Dammit, we've got work to do,' he complained as she set her steno pad aside and advanced on him.
'I don't know what's gotten into you today, but I'm all in favor of it,' she said, coiling her arms around his neck and grinding her crotch against his jutting hard-on.
'Dammit,' he complained, looking down her neckline. She gazed up at him. His hands flapped around, and then settled on her firm ass like homing pigeons.
His mouth met hers in a sucking kiss as he dragged her hard against his jutting cock. She pasted the full length of her sensuous body against his. Her breasts squashed against his chest like twin pillows. His groin was aching with hunger.
She released his neck, and began unbuttoning his shirt. 'Naked this time,” she said throatily.
'No,' he protested feebly.
'You don't have any appointments, and the phone is on automatic answer,' she said, stripping his shirt off him.
She tugged her own blouse off, baring her powerful boobs. She had a small, slender frame that made her C-cup tits all the more impressive. Her fingers went to the waist of her skirt, and it tumbled down around her ankles. She was nude except for her necklace.
'God!' he grunted.
'Mmmm, yum,' she purred as she knelt in front of him and liberated his erect phallus. Her fingers fluttered over its aroused length, tickling and touching, bringing every nerve ending to life. He felt her hot breath on its head as another vision of his three daughters paraded past his eyes. All three of them seemed to be watching his incredible wantonness. Instead of turning him off, it made his lust roar higher, made the ravenous knot of flame in his groin grow bigger, made his swollen cock throb.
Joan's lips engulfed his pecker, and he felt her tongue stroke his aroused meat. A hot trickle of goo seeped into her mouth. She drew more from him with a slow sucking stroking. Looking down, he saw that she had half his cock in her mouth. Her fingers touched his balls, rolled them gently. Then one long fingernail gently scratched the foundation of his dong. His innards coiled up like a rope of fire.
Releasing his cock, Joan helped him out of his loafers, trousers, and underpants. He stood there stark-naked in the late afternoon sunlight. 'Like Adam and Eve,' she whispered, coiling herself against him. She made his cock slide up her sleek flank until it lay between them like a rolling pin.
'Sit on the end of your desk,' she said softly.
'Someone might see,' he said, nodding toward the open window.
'I know. Isn't it wonderful?' She guided him over, made him sit with his ass just barely on the edge and his feet sticking out in front of him. She straddled his legs and moved forward until her cunt rubbed his cock. With her hands linked behind his neck, she rubbed the towering length of his phallus up and down her sopping gash. The bulbous head vanished in her thicket, then emerged again. Her wiry curls were scraping his nerves raw.
His hands came up and lifted the lush masses of her breasts. They were so heavy, so firm, so warm. He never ceased to be amazed at the lack of sag. His thumbs settled on her nipples, pushed them in, then released them, letting them spring back.
And still she was swinging her hips so his cock plowed her furrow without penetrating her cunt. He was sure, though he couldn't actually feel it with his pecker, that his phallus had to be rubbing right over her clit. The stroking was making his cock burn red-hot. He weighed her breasts and watched her lust grow and grow.
Suddenly she slid farther forward than she had been, and for a second he thought she had made a mistake. Then she slid back. He felt the head of his cock catch in her tunnel, and realized that she hadn't. She knew exactly what she was doing. As she swung her hips away from him, his cock levered up into her cunt, drilling deep into her steaming depths.
'God, you are so big!' she groaned.
Mike was speechless. The abruptness with which she took his cock wrenched the air from him. It felt like his prick had been suddenly wrapped in a hot glove of live meat. Releasing her tits, he leaned back on his hands. He shoved a paperweight off the desk without even noticing it. A drift of papers spiraled to the floor.
Joan began fucking herself on him. As she rose and fell, he felt every ripple of her vagina. His cock slithered in and out of her tunnel. Looking down, he watched as his prick, shining wet, appeared and disappeared in her brown snatch.
She eased down on him a little, and levered his cock around until it was drilling into her at a weird angle. It was rubbing her clit and had to bend sharply. It dug against the rear wall of her cunt each time she came down. The stimulation to his glans was excruciating, stronger than he had ever experienced. His cock whipped free of her with a sucking sound, and she wailed with misery. A few frantic seconds, and she had him back and her hips were swinging again.
He was going to cum. The ache was beyond belief. His whole insides were on fire.
'Cum with me,' Joan pleaded.
'Yeah,' he groaned. 'Right now!”
'Ohh, yesss,' Joan whispered, and lay forward on top of him as he spurted into her hot depths. She writhed on top of him, crushing and scraping her breasts against his big, hairy chest. Her legs trailed along beside his strong thighs as she squirmed down hard on his spouting shaft. He braced himself as her legs hooked around his, locking them together. His cock socketed in her clutching, blazing-hot hole; he felt every muscle in her body go rigid as his semen tanks wrung themselves dry and flooded her cave.
