My new secretary is just lovely - a charming creature: just a girl (she was 19 years old), she looked just great: wavy golden hair falling to her shoulders, big blue eyes, a little upturned cute nose, a charming mouth line, a thin graceful neck, high chest, which was noticeable despite the strict suit, thin waist, small ass and long beautiful legs. She was dressed, as I have already said, strictly: a gray skirt just above the knees, a jacket, under it a snow-white blouse, thin stockings, low-heeled shoes. And this naive cute look, which does not spoil her at all, but rather emphasizes her incredible sexuality, showing through in her every movement: gait, gestures, in the way she writes, works at a computer. At the same time, her sexuality is so natural and genuine, as if it was given to her from birth, which most likely is the case. This is how she appeared before me today, and the name of this incredible girl is Anya.
She did her job flawlessly all day. I saw her many times when she brought me documents, asked about work, took away letters. And every time I noticed something new in her that made her even more attractive. I couldn't even think about work, I only thought about it. Half an hour before the end of the working day, when she brought me tea, I could not stand it: after the girl put the tray down, I got up from the table and turned to her with words of gratitude for the excellent work, said that she must definitely stay at us, and in the meantime he walked around the table, approached Anya, and suddenly kissed her on the lips, then on the neck, hugged her. She did not return my kisses, but she did not try to resist either, I'm afraid, at that moment she only thought about her work, about not losing it. But I couldn't stop. I carefully unbuttoned her jacket, continuing to kiss the girl, then set to work on her blouse and, pulling them off Anya's beautiful shoulders, began to move down, kissed her stomach, and started fastening the belt on her skirt.
Now she was already in her underwear. I must say that it was chosen with no less taste than the clothes: a white lace bra, the cups of which were just above the nipples, and the same lace translucent panties. Anya herself stood with her head bowed, not daring to look into my eyes, her pretty face was covered with red paint. Strange, but this made me even more aroused. I unfastened her bra with a quick movement of my hand, and then removed it. Oh, my guess turned out to be correct: Anya's breasts were really magnificent: tall, firm, like two ripe apples. I began to kiss them, caress with my tongue, with my hand, gently nibble on the pink nipples, and quietly slipped my other hand into my panties and ran it over the tender flesh that was hiding under them. Anya shuddered a little and sighed impulsively, but, it seems to me, it was not a sigh of pleasure, but rather fear, considering that she blushed even more. And I wanted her to be excited too, and then I began to act more slowly and from afar: I put her on the table, and I myself knelt opposite.
I stroked my left leg, took off her shoe, then did the same with the other leg, ran my hands from bottom to top and pulled off Anya's stocking, soon another one appeared on the floor, I began to caress her feet, kissed her toes, ran my tongue to her knees, I stroked them and, in the same way, advanced even higher, then with a careful movement I parted the girl's clenched legs, she obeyed my movement. I began to slowly lick the inner surface of her calves, moving closer and closer to the cherished place, now I run my tongue near the silk panties and take them off, this time she did not blush, which gave me new strength for love. I saw her smooth pubis without a single hair, and apparently she is no longer a virgin, which is not surprising with her beauty, but strange with her shyness, or maybe she is only like that with me.
However, I didn’t think about it for a long time, but immediately touched my lips to her lips of love, put my tongue inside, began to twist and move it there. So I caressed Anya for a long time, using all the methods known to me, and, finally, I heard a quiet moan, then another and another. With my lips I felt that she was aroused, then I got up, took off my pants, shorts, went to the table, took Anya by her pretty ass, and then slowly leaned forward, she took a deep breath, I repeated the movements. At first I did everything slowly so that she could feel my spear piercing her, slowly moving deeper and deeper into her beautiful body. The girl moaned quietly all this time, she was clearly trying to restrain herself, most likely Anya was afraid to admit to herself that she liked it, I don’t know, but when I increased the pace, she could no longer resist, began to moan loudly with every movement of mine and suddenly raised eyes on me, in which there was no longer the former fear. I leaned over and kissed her, continuing to pierce her.
This went on for some time, then I stopped, took her by the legs and threw her over my shoulders. This made Anya lean back and lie on her back, but I carefully entered her now through the back door, moving slowly so as not to cause her pain. Then he began to do it faster, caressing her lower lips and clitoris with his hands. Judging by the reaction, this gave her indescribable pleasure: she screamed loudly, shook her head. God, how beautiful she was at that moment - this sweet face, distorted by pleasure, disheveled golden curls and magnificent breasts that rose and fell, I had never seen a more exciting sight before. But still, I stopped and pointed to the sofa with a sign, Anya understood this, lay down on it, legs wide apart. I got rid of the rest of my clothes, lay down on it and started the movements of love.
Since the first time I kissed her, not a single word escaped my lips, I thought that they would be superfluous, but now that we, intertwined together, gave pleasure to each other, compliments simply poured out of me. She listened to me, moaning and impulsively sighing with pleasure. A few minutes later I could not stand it and our pleasure, having reached its peak, ended. For some time we lay without moving, closely clinging to each other. Then I kissed Anya for the last time today, got up and began to dress. A second later, she followed my example. We did it in silence and went home without saying a word, but her last glance was more eloquent than any speeches.
I hope our relations will become regular.