From the first day I laid my eyes on her, I wanted her. I had recently been transferred from the corporate headquarters in New York to head up the San Francisco office. I arrived on a gloomy, foggy Monday morning in July.
Traffic was creeping along because of the fog, and I was certain to be late. Not a good first impression for the new boss man to make on his employees. Especially when I was sent there primarily to get the place back in order after the previous manager had let the place fall apart! The guy grumbled as he pointed to a formidable wood door at the end of a row of cubicles. I went down the row and entered the office. Putting my briefcase down on the desk, I began unpacking the things I needed and setting up my new office.
I turned around to see the most incredible specimen of womanhood I had ever seen. Joy was 24 years old, about five foot six inches tall, with chestnut brown hair and an amazing body with fake but very nicely done tits.
We have been expecting you," she said. I hope that you will be happy with the office here in San Francisco Andrews, one of the reasons I was sent here is because the previous manager let this place go too much for corporate's liking, and they sent me out here to put the house back in order," I told her. I hope you don't have to do anything too harsh," she said, looking concerned. Then I will start making whatever adjustments I think are necessary. Well, welcome to San Francisco, and I hope you will like it here on the 'best coast'," she said, smiling at the joke, "Please feel free to call on me for whatever you need, Sir I am at your disposal.
As she got to the doorway she turned back and smiled. Joy shut my office door as she left and I sat down in my chair for a couple moments, composing myself! I began going through some of the office's past reports trying to figure out where to start putting this office back on track.
I knew that every person in that office was worried about their job since I showed up, and I didn't relish the idea of being the company axe-man. So I was trying to figure a way we could all work together to get back in the black again.
There was a knock, and I absent-mindedly yelled out a yes, not looking up. The door opened, and I heard feet shuffling inside. When I looked up, I was pleasantly surprised to see Joy again. Black with one sugar if you don't mind," I said.
I'll be right back. She walked up to the desk and bent over, setting the coffee down in front of me. She purposely took her time fixing my coffee as she allowed me a very good view down the front of her dress. Joy knew I was looking at her too, I saw the kittenish little smirk she had on her face as she fixed my coffee. She was giving me a show and she knew she had my full attention! I hope that everything is to your liking," she said when she had finished making my coffee. She winked at me, letting me know she wasn't talking about just the coffee!
I could only shake my head at this point, afraid if I tried to speak, I would make a complete fool out of myself.
Please call me if you need anything Oh God, those red lips. They were sparkling like diamonds. I so wanted to taste their sweetness The rest of that first morning, I was unable to concentrate much.
While I had given Joy some work to do, I was quickly trying to think of a thousand excuses to call her in. Whenever she came in, I almost instantly had a hard-on. Her perfectly shaped legs, those tits almost coming out and her beautiful, beautiful smile were having their effect on me. During the next few days, I managed to get myself under control again. Soon I was able to work with Joy without always thinking about sinking my perpetually hard cock deep inside her wet pussy.
She was one hell of a secretary. It was as if I was only working half-time, now that she was doing all the little stuff. Of course, people from other departments were always smiling slyly at me, and I heard a few people whispering about how I seemed to spend an unusual amount of time with my secretary.
But I was careful to not give credence to any kind of rumor at work. Joy seemed to notice this too, and she was the consummate professional whenever we were around others. When I had the door closed and we were alone however, she felt comfortable enough that we could flirt a bit and tease a bit, still remembering we were supervisor and employee, but also a man and a woman.
After a couple weeks of sorting, arranging, researching, and planning, I was ready to make the announcement everyone in the office had been worrying over. She brought everyone in and closed the door once all the employees were inside.
I am sure you all have been wondering about what is going to happen and what I am going to do with this office. As you all know, I was sent here from New York to fix this office and get it back to the way it should have been all along.
And I am sure each of you have been worried about if you would be kept on or let go. Well, I have looked everything over, and I am pleased to say that everyone here will be kept on board - no one will lose their job," I said.
A collective sigh of relief swept through the room. After the meeting, I dismissed everyone to go back to work except Joy. I wanted to thank you for all your help these past few days. I know you have been worried about your job as well, and I wanted to thank for being such a help to me. You are a wonderful secretary and I appreciate your work. Fuck, she was so damn pretty. Thank you again Sir," she said.
That Friday, Joy was bustling and cheerful at work. She kept smiling at me, and I knew she was really looking forward to our dinner date that night. After work that day, I went home and got ready to take Joy out. I knew this was a special night for her so I wanted to do it up right.
When the time came to pick her up, I drove up to her apartment building according to the directions she had given me. I was still pretty new to the area, so she had written down directions to her place and I looked them up on the map program on my computer so I wouldn't get lost.
As I pulled up to the front of her apartment building, I saw her already standing at the entrance, waiting for me. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail held in place with a rhinestone-jeweled clamp, with a couple wisps framing her perfect face.
She had dark smoky-eye makeup with a touch of blush on her cheeks and luscious red lipstick. Joy was wearing a red microfiber dress that was cut just above mid-thigh, with a plunging neckline that offered me a peek at her ample breasts and a scoop back that reached almost to the swell of her tight ass.
The dress fit her like a glove and she looked incredible in it. She looked fucking sexy but not slutty. I got out of the car, and after we had said hello, I opened the car door for her. Fuck, her tits were perfect, and there was a lot of perfection there! A bit secluded, with a nice white, lace-edged tablecloth, tall white candles on the table and a smooth sophisticated atmosphere.
Joy and I had plenty of things to talk about. I wanted to get to know this woman not only as my secretary, but also as a person. During the meal, Joy kept smiling at me, and I knew she was having a nice time. I ordered us a nice Merlot to go with our dinner. After the meal, we started to talk again, and after our first bottle of wine, things went even smoother. We were already down to some rather intimate topics, and sooner or later, we began talking about sex.
When I was in college three or four years ago, I was kind of wild and now I like things a little extreme when it comes to sex," she said, blushing a little. I think we should move on! So she wanted to move on. Okay, I was fine with that. After I had paid the check, we went to the car. I agreed, and we drove back to her place. As we drove, I began tentatively "testing the waters" and seeing just how receptive my date was to the idea of something more sensual and intimate.
I let my hand casually wander over and "accidently" brush her thigh. When I didn't get any resistance, I tried again, a bit more confidently. This time as she felt my fingers trailing up her leg, she parted her legs as much as she could given the tightness of her dress. I can't wait to get out of this dress! I was all in favor of that, myself! With her parted thighs as license to explore her more, I let my fingers trace the length of her stocking-clad leg, inching slowly higher until I reached the hem of her dress.
I paused there, still uncertain just how much liberty I had been given.