Shannon was my executive assistant and as vibrant and gorgeously sexy as she was, she was not to be messed with when it came to sexual innuendos. Shannon let it be known right off the bat, after she caught me admiring her posterior as she sauntered out of my office one day that she was very much spoken for.
I hated Shannon because she was cute, and because she knew it. She stood only about four foot ten and probably didn’t weigh much more than 98 pounds. She had long brown hair that hung down to the middle of her back and was rather small-framed, with small boobies but very erect nipples that seemed to always be on display.
Winning Shannon over was not going to be easy. My timing had to be very spot-on.
Shannon knew I liked her, which made things even harder, figuratively and literally. For the most part, she simply ignored me whenever I would compliment her or proffer a wink, or simply prolong my look in her direction.
I had her rearrange the files in my office, while I stayed at my desk, doing work.
“You smell good,” I said as she stuffed documents into files just a few feet from me.
“Thanks,’ she dutifully replied, as she took papers from my outbox and methodically placed them into the proper folders in the three-drawer metal filing cabinet next to my desk while I calmly sorted through another huge set of files in my inbox, setting aside paperwork for either payment or more filing.
As I shifted a load of paperwork from my desk to my out basket, Shannon placed her hands on her hips and looked at me in silence.
“It has to be done,” I declared. I could tell she was frustrated and not happy. As she worked on the filing, I notice she created a separate pile of things on top of the filing cabinet.
“What’s that pile up there?” I asked.
“That’s bottom-drawer stuff,” she declared. “I’ll get to that when you go to lunch.”
“What if I don’t plan to go to lunch?” I asked.
Shannon placed her hands on her hips and once again looked straight at me. She was cutely attired in a pretty short black mini-skirt, a pull-over shirt and a snappy little designer jacket.
“Are you serious?” she asked. I assured her that I was serious and that the work had to be done that day before I left the office, as I had in-office meetings in the morning and I didn’t want to have my office cluttered up for the meeting. Shannon offered to hide the paperwork at her desk, but I was adamant that the filing be done right then, rather than putting it off to another day. Shannon had a habit of procrastinating and it was time for her to measure up.
“Fine,” Shannon replied, grabbing some of the papers from the stack. She bent over and pulled open the filing drawer and proceeded to stuff the papers into the files as I sat and took in a lovely view of her very cute ass, peeking out from under her very short mini-skirt. Suddenly, she glanced back at me, and I was once again caught.
She didn’t say anything, as I quickly looked away, trying to pretend like I was not looking. She grabbed the stack of papers from the top of the filing cabinet and silently dropped them onto the floor. She squatted down and resumed going through them, shifting documents into the file. After a few seconds of squatting down, she stood up and silently jettisoned her jacket, tossing it onto a nearby chair in my office.
Holy crap. Her nipples pressed against the tightness of her cotton shirt and were extremely hard. There was no way to hide the obvious and it seemed as though she didn’t care as she retook her squatting position and resumed her filing, totally oblivious, or so I thought, to the effect her brazen display had on me.
I could see the top of her thong as she squatted next to me, filing the paperwork in the files of the bottom drawer of the metal filing cabinet.
“I like your thong,” I calmly said after a few minutes of intense teasing.
She silently reached behind herself and attempted to push her thong below the top edge of her mini-skirt, taking in a deep breath and then forcefully exhaling as she filed the paperwork. Finally, after a few more minutes, she simply collapsed on to her butt, right next to me.
“I give up,” she declared. “You win. This filing is getting to me.”
I silently squeezed past where she sat on the floor next to my desk and closed my office door. I made my way back to my office desk, not saying a word as Shannon lowered her head and sat beside me in silence.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
When she didn’t answer right away, I repeated my question.
“No,” she mumbled.
“What wrong?” I asked.
“You,” she replied.
“Me? How am I an impediment to getting the filing done?” I pressed.
“Because,” Shannon replied, “You put unbearable pressure on me.”
I quickly apologized and told her to stand up. She stood up and faced me, red-faced.
“Are you sure you are okay?” I pressed.
“No,” Shannon pronounced. “My boyfriend and I broke up several weeks back and I am fucking horny as hell.”
“Well,” I replied, “that would make two of us, and I wasn’t even dating your boyfriend.”
“That doesn’t help me any,” Shannon replied. “You’re my boss.”
“And your point?” I countered.
“We could both get fired,” Shannon replied.
“Not if we don’t get caught,” I argued back, trying to proffer up some quick rationale to take things to the next level.
Shannon’s eye glanced at the obvious bulge that had formed in my crotch and then she quickly looked at the office door that I had closed.
“No one ever comes past a closed door, except you,” I proffered, as I silently unfastened my belt and the snap to my jeans.
“This is fucking crazy,” Shannon said, as she took a step towards where I was seated in front of her. She thumb-teased her very erect nipples through the cotton fabric of her shirt.
As she cautiously slipped between my parted legs, she softly said, “I’ve never done anything like this before.”
“Me neither,” I whispered, leaning forward and placing my arms around her, as I dug in my fingertips into the tightness of her cute little ass, just under the hem of her very short mini-skirt. She took in another deep breath and then forcefully exhaled.
I could smell the mix of her perfume and sex, as she stood in front of me, lightly teasing her very erect and pointy nipples through the thin cotton fibers of her shirt.
“I love your nipples,” I remarked as she looked down at me.
“I have no tits,” she replied.
“Yes, you do,” I countered, “they’re simply small ones.”
I silently helped Shannon out of her shirt, as she settled knee first onto my lap, facing me. I gently ran my hands over her exposed breasts, lightly teasing her nipples between my thumb and several fingers, as she closed her eyes and rocked gently back and forth on my lap, her “love box” pressing against my tool, her hands balled into fists and resting on her bare thighs. I leaned forward and lightly kissed each of her nipples, running my tongue over them before lightly sucking on each one.
Once again, she took in a deep breath and forcefully exhaled.
I slipped my hands up under her mini-skirt, to the elastic bands of her thong and pulled on them. She silently lifted her buttocks off my lap, allowing me to slip her thong down her bare thighs. She shifted on my lap and repositioned herself, between my spread legs, as I worked her thong farther down her thighs to her knees. She wiggled her knees and it fell to the floor, where she gingerly stepped out of it before relaunching herself onto my lap, facing me, her uncovered and smooth pussy coming to rest against my crotch. She pulled the hair clip from her hair and tossed in onto my desk. She silently ran her slender fingers through her long locks of hair as she smiled at me, biting down on her lower lip.
“What do you think?” she whispered.
“I think I’d like to fuck you,” I whispered back.
‘I think I’d like that,” she whispered back, as she slowly wiggled her hips and her ass back and forth on my lap. I slipped my hands up under the edges of her mini-skirt and onto her bare thighs. As I did, she let out a breathy soft moan that told me I was heading in the right direction.
Shannon re-shifted herself on my lap, lifting her butt on my lap as she leaned in against me, pressing her nipples right into my face. I slipped a finger along the outer edges of her vagina, which elicited another moan of approval.
I unzipped my pants, mostly to alleviate the growing uncomfortableness feeling. Shannon didn’t waste any time in undertaking an exploratory attack on my manhood.
“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, digging past the elastic confines of my underwear and feeling for my cock for the first time, “You are huge!”
“You’ll like it,” I declared back. “Trust me.”
Shannon slipped from my lap and knelt in front of my spread legs, pulling at the jeans, until she had my man tool fully exposed. She wrapped her small slender fingers around my tool and studied it before leaning forward and planting a light kiss on the circumcised bulbous end of my tool. Precum leaked from me and Shannon quickly dispensed of it.
I watched as Shannon stuffed all eight inches of my tool into her mouth. I was astonished, and I mean, simply astonished. She worked my tool in and out of her oral cavity and I was getting close to not being able to control the end result. I don’t know if she sensed what was about to happen or what, but she stopped and turned to hike up her skirt, showing me every glorious fold of her shaved kitty possible.
Holy smokes!
As she spread her legs and looked back at me to gauge my reaction, she used her fingers to part her pussy lips.
Oh Lord!
Shannon slowly walked herself backwards, between my legs. As she did, I held up my tool as a target of opportunity. I gently guided my tool into her moist and warm pussy, as Shannon resettled onto my lap, facing away from me, my steel rod slowly disappearing into her magical love box. I grabbed her boobs and pulled her in even closer as she hummed her approvals.
I could not contain myself. I shot my load deep inside of her within seconds of being inside of her. She peered back at me and smiled as I jettisoned my load.
I quickly apologized for my lack of control.
“That’s okay,” Shannon replied in a whisper, as she took in short little breaths, slowly swaying her hips from side to side, “we can work on that.”
Damn.
Her hands were balled into white-knuckled fists and pressing down on my thighs.
She silently lowered her head and began to tremble uncontrollably. She flooded my lap with her womanly juices, as I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her into a deep-throated kiss.
Oh my God!
It was a quick and hot fuck. Shannon grabbed her shirt and quickly slipped it on, then suddenly darted across my office and out into the foyer. I quickly got redressed and headed off to the men’s room to clean up.
As I exited the men’s room a few minutes later, Shannon was coming out of the ladies’ room.
“I think we can leave the rest of the filing until another day,” I proffered.
Shannon smiled and nodded her head.
“Can we knock off early?” she asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
As we walked back towards my office, I asked Shannon, “So, what are your plans for the rest of the day?”
“Anything but filing,” Shannon replied.
“Would you like to grab a bite to eat?” I asked.
“I thought you’d never ask,” Shannon replied.
Shannon and I ended up working on things out of the office that afternoon. I couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy she was, or my luck at being able to pleasure her the same way she pleasured me.
Her office outfits didn’t get any shorter or less sexy, and it certainly didn’t take long for the office gossip system to fire up. Damn jealous bitches could not understand what I saw in Shannon. I didn’t really care. I found her fun to be around and she was extremely sexy in a very special way.
Shannon had good competition in the office, and after I hooked up with her, several of her work colleagues did their best to hook up with me, but as much fun as they seemed to be and present, none of them ever reached the status of the four-foot-ten-inch pack of dynamite named Shannon.
