My PA Needed to Learn Who Was The Boss
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I saw her for the first time at the water cooler. She bent over and that ass. Wow, I just wanted to pull apart those luscious cheeks right there.
It was two days later that she first entered my office. My PA had gone on maternity leave. That’s a whole other story, but I needed a temp, and guess who applied. Miss Gorgeous Ass.
I knew I would struggle to focus back on business until I did something about her.
I gave her the job, of course. She arrived the next morning, thirty minutes early. By lunch time she’d got the work done, made me the best coffee ever and was waiting for me to finish my dictation.
It took me a minute to realise she’d said something.
‘Sorry?’
I dragged my eyes up from her voluptuous, teasing breasts to see her deep brown pools gazing back at me. She held a half smile whilst sucking on her pen. No woman sucks on a pen like that unless they have something in mind.
‘I asked if you needed me to work late.’
She repeated as she leant forward. Hypnotised by the tiny lock on a gold chain that sat in that dark, lickable dip of her throat, I felt my crotch twitch. Had to clear my throat before I could speak.
Oh, she liked that.
‘No, you go home early. I’m sure you have someone at home waiting for you.’
I made it clear it was a question, not a diversion. Felt sweat prickle on the small of my back. There was no way I was not having her, and soon.
‘No sir, I live alone. I prefer it that way.’
The way she stressed the ‘sir’ fanned the heat in my groin, the spark of an idea I’d had when I saw her gorgeous ass for the first time.
‘That’s good to hear.’
Did I just say out loud that I was pleased she lived alone?
I sounded like a creep, but then I guess I was fantasising about taking her across my desk.
‘Sir. You seem a little distracted?’
Fuck, I was sweating!
I wiped my temple with the back of my hand as she stood and leant on the desk. Those tits, that waist, those hips.
‘Sir, are you OK?’
‘I’m fine, maybe a glass of water?’
I wasn’t so distracted that I hadn’t got a plan.
She walked to my door. Pushed it closed with her pointed toe as she reached for a glass next to the water cooler.
She’d turned her back on me.
Bent over.
I got to see that damn ass again in close up detail. The seam on her tight black skirt almost stretched to busting. Round cheeks like a pair of sweet melons. I hate small asses. Hers was round, curvaceous, biteable, smackable. I needed to see those cheeks unrestrained.
She walked over to me, a glass of water in hand, snuck round my desk and held it out to me. Then tripped over her own feet, maybe?
A full glass of cool water drenched my shirt. My chest and stomach got soaked.
I couldn’t work out if she’d done it deliberately or not. Naïve or what! I wasn’t the only one with a plan for seduction. She had a strategy too, and I would be the one to benefit. No complaints there.
‘Oh no, sir, I’m so sorry.’
Her hands instantly reached for my tie, pulling it loose, and undoing the top button. I slapped her hand away and stood up. Towering over her, I looked down.
She placed a small dark hand on my soaking wet, almost see through white shirt, just below my nipple.
‘Sir, let me help you take this off.’
‘No, young lady! First, I need to remind you just who is the boss around here.’
‘About time, sir.’
Oh, she was good!
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