Secretary Sex Naughty, Kinky, Delicious Fun. ♕

My favorite game is to go to work dressed as seductively as possible

 

I want to distract my new boss and get him to have sex with his secretary ME! He hasn’t been with the company very long, and I always feel his eyes on me as I move about the office. I don’t know if sex with his secretary was what was on his mind when I first started feeling him watch me, but I was doing my damndest to make sure that secretary sex is what is on his mind now. I’ve really started to put more time into how I look for work now that my boss is a fox. Tall, broad-shouldered, dark eyes and thick wavy dark hair make my fingers itch to touch. I don’t think I’ve ever worked with anyone who fills out a suit quite as well as he does.

I wasn’t sure if he was my type until the day he cuffed his shirtsleeves while he worked.  Baring what looks like tattoo sleeves on each arm. Since that day I haven’t been able to get the image of those arms pinning down my arms while he fucked me out of my head. Every time he signs something for me, I just see flashes of those strong hands gripping my hips while I ride his cock. Once I started having those thoughts, I couldn’t seem to stop. Now I need to know exactly what those things feel like. Enough so that I’ve made it my mission to find out.

Even if that day isn’t the day I finally get him to give in to his desires.

I need to be immaculate on every level, because sooner or later, I know he’s going to give in to having sex with his secretary. I start with my lingerie. Dark colors to offset my creamy skin. Something lacey and classy. I don’t take any shortcuts either. Bra and panties, yes, but also a garter and stockings. Stocking that hug my legs and make the eyes want to travel up with them to the hem of my skirt. Next is clothes and they have to have that happy balance of professional and sexy. A pencil skirt with a button-down blouse that is unbuttoned just enough to give a hint of what might be underneath. Perfume? Yes, and hair that makes him long to reach out and wrap it around his fist as much as I want to run my fingers through his while he eats my pussy. I wonder if he knows how incredible sex with his secretary would be.

I take any and every opportunity to brush against him. Touching him in little ways throughout the day. Resting my fingers feather-light on his arm while we talk. Touching his shoulder to get his attention instead of speaking up. Setting documents for him to sign on his desk and leaning across it.  Pointing out where to sign since I “forgot” the tabs that say “sign here”. Letting my hair brush the back of his hand and my perfume dance in the air as it lingers. Walking with slow purpose away from him, moving my hips in a steady rhythm while he watches. That feminine sway of the hips makes him wonder what else I can do with my body.

Reminding him that secretary sex is what he needs and craves.

The Art of Seduction bending over whenever possible. No matter where he is around me, he will get a view to tantalize his eyes. From the front, he sees a direct line down the front of my blouse. Breasts hanging in my lacy bra for his eyes only. From the back, not only does he get a view of my ass and legs, but depending on the length of my skirt, there’s the possibility of him seeing hints of the tops of my stockings and garter clips. He sees each curve, narrow, and swell of my body from the side. A road map I hope makes him realize just how much he needs secretary sex to fulfill his deepest fantasies. And then there is the crossing and uncrossing of my legs. It’s not a Sharon Stone movie, but it’s effective nonetheless.

One of these days it’ll work, would it work on you?