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I remember the first time I laid eyes on her. I just couldn’t look away. Her eyes were so friendly and blue. Deep pools of cerulean rain. She wore no makeup. Didn’t need it. Not with those liquid sapphires staring into mine.  Her smile was captivating. Her lips, full and red, pouty and inviting, hypnotized me from the start. I couldn’t help thinking how much she resembled that actress from way back in the day. You know, Linda Carter, the girl who portrayed Wonder Woman. I shook the thought from my head and took her offered hand, “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Kelly.”“Call me Kelly,” she replied, “Are you permanent or from TempStaff?”I had started a new career managing an office for a local clinician partnership. Kelly was out the day before when I was introduced to the staff. “No, I’m going to be permanent,” I answered.“Well it will be nice to have a man in the office for a change,” she smiled, “Hope you don’t mind working around a bunch of old bitties.”She was anything but old. I guessed her to be twenty-nine or so. No more than thirty-one or two. Her hair, long and dark brown, hung past her hips. She was almost as tall as me and her body was perfect.Now, I’m not saying she was a bikini model. She was slim and fit. Her breasts, though not large, were proportional to her body. The graceful curve of her hips accentuated her slim waist under a denim knee skirt that fit her like a glove. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes from molesting her as we chatted. It was a struggle but I did my best to keep myself out of a lawsuit. Kelly, and yes, that was her real name, told me that she was there to help if I needed anything. Her job as receptionist meant that I was her supervisor. I found out as the weeks went by that she was much more than just a pretty face at the reception desk. She took care of office inventory and made sure we had clerical as well as cleaning supplies. She weeded out calls that would have wasted my time and made sure that I got the important ones. There were things she did that saved the office money as well. There was no need for a cleaning service because she spent half her lunch hour every day taking care of that. She was dedicated and a hard worker to say the least. IMy new job, although mostly repetitive in nature, sometimes presented challenges from left field. Pushy sales reps and customers who wanted to dispute charges and services listed. It was easy to fall behind on work when these things hit in multiples. Again, Kelly was a great help with these things. Full of energy, she always seemed happy to take some of the burdens. After about a month and a half on the job, I had gotten used to the pace and learned the ins and outs. I guess you could say I had settled into the routine.Just before lunch one Thursday morning, Kelly appeared at my office door with a stack of folders and a concerned look. “Ready to be swamped?”“What the hell is that?” I asked with a half-hearted smile.“Our biller just cancelled our contract,” she replied, dropping the folders on the corner of my desk.“Why?” I asked, leaning back in my chair, “What the hell?”“Not just us,” she said, “They are bankrupt and going under.”“So we get a new biller?”“Yeah,” she nodded, “But that will take a few days. Until then, we have to process the charts.”“Fuck,” I grumbled under my breath, “Just when I was getting caught up.”“Don’t worry,” she smiled, “I’m going to get a chair and my laptop and just camp out in here with you for a few days. We’ll get it done.”I reached for the files as she turned to walk out. My eyes couldn’t resist following her. That skirt hung loosely over her ass but clung just right to hint at what lie beneath. I shook the thought from my head and checked the clock on the wall. One hour until quitting time. I knew I would be here for at least a couple hours past that. No time for lusting over my assistant. I could hear the rollers on her chair as she pushed ankara travesti it through the corridor. Her laptop was in the seat when she parked it next to my desk, “I’m going to call my babysitter and see if she can stay a while.”“You have a kid?” I asked in surprise.“Yeah, two girls.”“I didn’t know. Married?” I asked further.With a smile, she opened her phone and showed me a family picture. I guessed her girls to be about five and eight. Her husband sat beside her with a smile. I couldn’t blame him. She pointed to each child and said, “This is Carly and this is Beth. My husband’s name is Greg.”“Beautiful family,” I said with a smile.”“I texted him already to let him know I’d be late. You need to let your wife know?”“No,” I answered, “She works out of town. I won’t see her until late Saturday.”“That must get lonely.”“Eh,” I shrugged, “You get used to it.”“I don’t think I could,” she said, “I don’t like to sleep alone.”“Yeah, I know what you mean.”“I don’t know how you stand it,” she smiled.“Well,” I shrugged, “We make the most of the days she is home.”“Yeah, but”I held up both hands in mock surrender, “I can always play solitaire.”“Solitaire?”“Yeah,” I chuckled, “You know.” I motioned my right hand in the international sign language of masturbation. We both had a good laugh, “You do what you gotta do,” I shrugged.”Shaking her head with a smile, she walked out of my office phoning her babysitter. I was going over my first file when she returned, telling me that her babysitter could stay. Fighting my instincts, I looked away as she bent to plug her laptop in. I needed to concentrate. It was a losing battle though. I had to sneak a lurid glance. I focused on my work as she turned back to my desk. She stood, hand on hip while she waited for her computer to boot. The scent of her perfume wafted through my senses, waking a desire that I tried to quell. Again, a losing battle. My cock began to stir as she sat at the end of my desk, uncomfortably bent between my legs, pressing at the material of my boxers. I fixed my concentration, deliberately pushing the thought of her presence from my mind. The tapping of the keyboards and the crisp flipping crackle of paper filled the small office, interrupted by the occasional clearing of a throat or mumble of an incoherent thought. Time drug by slowly but I closed the final file at ten minutes till five. Leaning back in my chair with both hands behind my head. “Let’s call it a day,” I suggested. That’s when it happened. Kelly closed the folder she was working on, dropping her pen to the floor. Without a thought, she leaned back, reaching for her pen, her knees parted just enough to let me see all the way to heaven. Her tanned thighs, smooth and sensuously tapered to the black silky material that softly but tightly covered the mound of her sex. I could almost taste her from where I sat. I did not look away in time to get away with a free shot. She caught me looking but casually straightened up, covering her secret areas. “I’m sorry,” I said, looking away, “I didn’t mean to look.”“My fault,” she replied, “I stuck it right in your face.”“Let’s call it an accident,” I suggested, “I’m ready to get out of here anyway.”“Yeah, me too,” she said with a yawn, “We have another stack to do tomorrow.”“Really?”“Yeah, it’s twice as big as this one.”“Damn,” I breathed, “I need to leave at noon.”“You know what that means?” She asked.“Yeah,” I answered, “Working Saturday.”“Yep,” she agreed, “So get some rest. No solitaire tonight.”“Damn,” I grumbled in mock disappointment, “After that upskirt?”“Sorry,” she said, “I guess you can have a quick one.”“Thanks,” I laughed, “See you in the morning.”After dinner, I settled down for the evening with a double shot of Four Roses and a book. It was quiet and warm so I sat on the front porch swing. The neighbors, a quarter mile away, were blasting their stereo but their taste in travesti ankara music was agreeable to mine. And the distance mellowed the volume for me. Night Moves broke through the darkness of the evening, setting a melancholic atmosphere. You could always count on Bob Seger. A sip of the spirits in my glass and I put my book down. I watched a brown spider craft his web atop one of the columns of my porch. It was then that I realized that I was gripping my hard cock through the material of my shorts. I had Kelly on my mind. Another sip. A soft buzz in my brain and throb of my dick in my palm. I pushed my shorts to my knees, my cock slapping hard against my torso. “A game of solitaire,” I whispered to the spider. My head fell back on the swing when I took my shaft in hand. When I closed my eye there she was. Her body, tanned and naked, lay on a soft white cloud in my mind. I pictured her with neither tan lines nor pubic hair. Slowly stroking and squeezing my throbbing shaft, I pictured her perfect body laying on the soft haze of the white cloud, legs spread, inviting me to join her. I seemed to float over her, taking in her beauty, lusting for her warmth. My cock pointed obscenely from my hovering body at her like a sword ready to penetrate her soft folds. Her eyes locked on mine, bidding me to come closer. Her outstretched arms invited me to take her. I could, in my fantasy, smell her cinnamon scent wafting up from the cloud, driving my lust to a boil. Her tanned body, naked and perfect, stood in contrast to the fluffy white cloud. I had to touch her. I reached for her, my finger softly circling her erect nipple, pink and supple. Her back arched and she moaned her approval. Like a magnet, her presence pulled my body to hers. My eyes never opened from the fantasy when I kissed her full lips for the first time. They tasted of strawberries, sweet and tangy at the same time. So soft and plump.I realized that my cock was deep inside her tight, wet sex. So hot and snug. It seemed to pull me in like a strong vacuum, taking my entire length and hugging the thickness of my shaft. We kissed with a hunger, never stopping to breathe. My cock felt as if it were plunging in and out, yet we were motionless. My hands were everywhere at once. Squeezing her firm breast. Pinching her erect nipples. Kneading her beautiful ass and fingering her pussy. Nothing was left untouched. Brought back to reality when my cum splashed onto my chest and even my face. Hot, thick, and wet, it clung to my skin, dripping in gobs onto my hand and balls. My breathing was hard and my heart pounded. A strong orgasm gripped my body, seizing it in convulsions of pleasure, sending rope after sticky rope of semen flying from my cock. I rode the crest of climax until it broke onto a blissful shore. Holding my cock in hand until it wilted, my eyes still closed, I enjoyed the afterburn of my orgasm. Slow deep breaths calmed my heart rate. I slid my hand, covered in the evidence of my lustful fantasy, from my flaccid cock, letting it fall between my thighs. Cum still clung between my fingers like the spider’s web in the corner of the ceiling. Ignoring it, I took the glass from the cup holder on the swing, downing the last gulp of bourbon.Standing, I kicked my shorts off, completely naked on my front porch and walked to my bedroom. In the vanity mirror, I could see the white, shiny cum clinging to the hairs of my chest and abdomen. There was even a drooping gob hanging from my chin. It had been a few weeks since I last played my game so it was a big load. A quick shower would wash my lust away. It was a dream-free sleep, relaxing and restful. Coffee in the morning with breakfast and I drove myself to the office, looking forward to the day with Kelly so close. In my mind, I would be better able to concentrate on work after last night. I was sated in my lust and didn’t see a problem ankara travestiler with having her in my office. I saw her car in the employee parking lot when I pulled in. She was always early and always working when I drug in. There was a huge stack of folders on my desk when I opened the door to my office. It was Friday but I didn’t mind working late if it got me the weekend off. There was a scent of PineSol in the hall so I knew Kelly was already mopping the floors. Looking down, I could see that the floor of my office had already been done and was nearly dry. I sat to work and had made some progress by the time Kelly walked in with a smile.“Hard at it?” she asked.“You know it,” I answered, “We going to get this done today?”“Probably not,” she answered, “The exterminator is going to be here after lunch and he wants everyone out for the rest of the day. That’s why I went on and mopped the floors.”“So I guess I’m going to have to come in tomorrow.”She gave me a pitiful look and said, “Looks that way.”“I guess I’ll get started and get as much done as I can today,” I said, “Less to do tomorrow.”“Give me a few minutes,” she assured me, “I’ll finish up the janitor work and be back to help.”I worked as quickly as I could without a break. It was like when you were a kid and your mom put something on your plate that you didn’t like. You would pick at it and take a bite but you just couldn’t seem to finish it. The stack of files was the same way. It almost seemed to grow. Kelly returned as I loosened my tie and hung it on the coat tree behind my desk. My blazer went next. I unbuttoned my top button and sat back down, rolling my sleeves up, “I’m back,” she announced, “Let’s get this done.”I watched her take her seat, her skirt a bit shorter than yesterday’s and there was a split that went about a quarter of the way up her tanned thighs. With a smile, she took a folder and opened her laptop. I turned my attention to the work at hand. Several interruptions from coworkers with small tasks took time away from my mission. The boss did stick his head in the door to announce that he had secured a new billing contract. However, we did have to have the work completed and ready to hand over to them Monday. “Consider it done,” I said, “If we don’t finish this up today, I’ll be back in the morning to complete it.”“We,” Kelly chimed in, “We will be back in the morning to finish it.”“Great,” said the boss, turning to leave. “Thank you, Miss Kelly,” I said, “Together we should be done by noon tomorrow.”“You know I don’t mind,” she said, putting her hands behind her head with a stretch that leaned her chair back. Her knees, innocently or not were parted again. Instinctively my eyes fell to her lap, hoping to get another look up that skirt. I felt my cock immediately begin to inflate when I saw her tiny panties. Not black this time but purple lace that hid the treasure beneath. I glanced up to see her eyes were closed as she yawned through her stretch. Another quick look at her mound. Her beautiful thighs tanned all the way to where her panties began, leaving me to guess as to whether my no tan line assumption was correct. I sat up uncomfortably and pulled my chair closer to the desk. My cock was fully hard and pressing obscenely at my trousers. There was a smile on her face when she opened her eyes and she asked if I wanted a coffee.“That would be great,” I answered.“Black, right?”“Yes ma’am,” I answered, “Good guess.”“It wasn’t a guess,” she smiled, “I’ve watched you fix it several times. No sugar. No cream.”She walked out, my eyes on her tight ass as it rocked under that denim skirt. My cock tensed in my shorts, aching to be released on the beauty that just walked out. I shook my head, wanting to go into the restroom and relieve the pressure building in my balls. ‘No time for that,’ I thought, glancing at the stack of files and at the clock. One hour until we had to quit and there were still a dozen folders on my desk. Hopefully, we could get at least four more done today. Kelly returned with two steaming cups and set them on the desk, “This one is yours,” she said pushing it to me with that same innocent smile, “I’ll be right back.”

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