From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Secretary Loves (MF,romance)
Date: 13 Jul 1996 18:28:18 GMT

			    Secretary Love

	For a while before my exodus from the East to the West Coast,
I worked out of an office sublet from my father. We were both on good
terms, as now, and so it was no problem past the usual conflicts
fathers and sons have. As a result of using the same office, he let me
use his secretary, Ruth, for correspondence and the phone.

	Ruth was a delight as a secretary - good on the phone, lively
in conversation, never forgetting to do the necessary tasks that drive
us all nuts; she had the sweet disposition of one who shows her
emotions readily as a natural impulse. And she was of Norwegian
heritage: blonde, pretty, and in good physical condition for a woman
of 44.

	Unfortunately for me, she was also married - and so, to
relieve the usual end-of-week stress everyone accumulates, as well as
my frustration, we frequently sparred with light double entendres.
These would consist of a range of comments on both our parts, from the
ongoing joke, "Diet Coke combined with Chocolate makes me lose
control," (from Ruth), to the simple relating of a slightly
suggestive, but definitely humorous, story.

	I first started to really get the hormone rush for Ruth, when
she came in on a Friday with a light blue skirt and cotton sweater on.
It was interesting to watch, to say the least - this was not quite the
regular wardrobe for Ruth, which was usually loose-fitting blouses and
prim skirts. It's not as if I didn't think about how she might look
lying back on her desk while I kissed her, and removed that clothing.

	But, as usual, I repressed myself while I looked at her. The
curves of her smallish, firm breasts were pronounced by the sweater,
and the hem of her skirt was slightly higher than usual. It turned out
she was going to lunch with her husband that day. He seemed to fit
the classic "wrong choice for a husband" mold from the first time I
saw him: balding, insecure, and resultantly aggressive in
conversation; he always seemed to need to prove a point. This I saw
when he picked her up at lunch time.

	Upon returning to the office (I held the fort for her while
she went to lunch - yet another condition of a good rent rate), she
seemed slightly upset about something, and over the course of the
afternoon, she revealed that she was trying to get her marriage to
this clod on the tracks again. It was evident that she was doing all
of the work in this case, without even being told so.

	I wanted so much to go to her and hold her, and tell her it
was all right - but I grew up with a healthy respect for marriage, and
the knowledge of how quickly karma works in that department. I held
back, and cursed myself later for not doing anything, while wishing
that she were more my age.

	One Friday, when my dad left for an all-afternoon
presentation, Ruth and I were left alone, while I coded my software
package and she performed her duties. Ruth didn't go out or home to
lunch that day, and instead stated that she was going to go to the
deli down the street, and would I want something?

	Not to be denied a good chance for a suggestive comment, I
said that she could give me something, but she wouldn't need to go to
the deli to do so. Ruth giggled in a now-familiar way, signalling the
beginning of our vocal fencing for the afternoon. I stopped her at the
door, and went to the deli for her, since I wanted a sandwich too...
but I also wanted to get her something else.

	Ruth was cutely amused by my enclosing several chocolate-
covered cherries along with her sandwich and diet coke in the bag I
gave to her. I let out a theatrically sinister "heh-heh-heh" and went
back to my office. Later, I came out and related a Carol Burnett skit
I had seen last night to her, about the old "Wiggins" routine; in the
skit, the secretary (not at all like Ruth, but the understanding was
certainly in her eyes) bent over her boss' desk, over a set of
paperweights.

	He commented, "That's a nice set of paperweights," or
something equally silly. As she walked out the door to the Ladies
room, she said, "Oh, my paperweights aren't THAT big," and winked at
me. Under my desk, my erection grew with my interest. This was the
closest to direct, dirtified comments we had ever come, and she had
started it! Several hours and verbal jabs later, I was finished for
the day, and asked her in to try out a game I had been programming.

	It was a two-player, "light-cycle" type of game, and I had to
sit side-by-side with her at the keyboard. Without thinking about it,
I was beating the pants off her (alas, only figuratively!), and every
time Ruth made a mistake, or got "downed" by my "player," she let out
a "Oh!" with a tone of voice that really made me think about what
she'd sound like while being made love to. Again, the afternoon came
to nothing, and I went home kicking myself for not doing anything.

	This went on for quite a while. I didn't want to screw up
Ruth's marriage, if it had a chance to work - and I didn't want to
screw up Ruth, and her relationship with her job, either. So, the
years went by, suggestive comment-by-comment, Friday-by-Friday, until
I finally moved out to California, criticizing myself all the way for
never doing anything about Ruth, and my lust.

				* * *

	Over time, I learned from my father that Ruth had officially
separated from her husband, and was seeing someone else. You can
imagine my frustration... too little, too late. But nonetheless, I was
able to visit Ruth in little bits, every time I came home for a
holiday, or a wedding. But, never a result.

				* * *

	One Christmas, I was rearranging a couple of things on my
dad's hard disk (I'd set up the system for him years before), and Ruth
and I were just chatting the time away as I moved and deleted
duplicate files. Finally, when my dad went downstairs to talk to
someone, I came over behind Ruth as she typed, and gave her a back
rub, something of an old, but infrequent, custom by now.

	As I massaged the base of her neck, Ruth theatrically groaned,
and told me how good it felt. I said to myself, this is it - and
leaned down, my lips next to her right ear. I whispered in a low
voice, "Good," and kissed her ear lightly, then twice down the side of
her soft neck.

	Before I even had a chance to gauge her reaction (in
retrospect, her hands were certainly lifted off of the keyboard in
surprise), I heard my father coming up the stairs. Cursing to myself
for hesitation, I went back to Xtree and continued my work. Again,
later, when dad went to the men's room, I went to Ruth again, and
massaging her shoulders, kissed her neck again.

	She turned around and looked in my eyes with a slightly
cautious look. And I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. Neither
of our lips opened while we kissed, but I was waiting to see if hers
would, to see if I could kiss her any deeper. Alas, the steps up the
stairs again, and back to work.

	Being at home for a short time, my father was taking me to
lunch with the rest of the family, then off to shop. I wouldn't see
Ruth again until my next visit, unless I did something. I pretended to
have to go up again and get something I'd "forgotten," and rushed up
the stairs. There she was, typing the letters my father had dictated
earlier. I went around behind her, and said, "I didn't get a chance to
wish you a Merry Christmas, the right way."

	Ruth turned around in her chair and stood up in front of me,
putting out her hands to hold my face. We kissed slowly, but
excitedly, knowing my father would want me downstairs within seconds,
and mourning the time gone already. I looked at her face as we kissed;
Ruth's eyes were closed, and her brow was relaxed. I held her closer
to me, and then - to my surprise as well as hers - I felt her lips
part, inviting my tongue into her mouth.

	A small second of interaction, and she drew back, flushed and
gasping, looking at me with a look of combined shock and bewilderment,
I think. My hard-on must have been quite evident, as I am 6-1/2 inches
slack. I backed away from Ruth, looking in her eyes, down to her
sweet, small breasts, as her breath moved them in and out. Looking up
to her face, I caught her looking at my crotch. I touched her face and
kissed her, and, regrettably, left the office before my dad could
begin to suspect a thing.

				* * *

	Another several years went by, and then my brother got married
out East, with me as best man. I was to fly out a week before the
wedding, and have a chance to prepare for the event, as well as fix up
my father's computer system, which I had originally set up for him.
Aha, yes indeed - this meant time in the office with Ruth!

	For months we had been making snide comments to each other
over the phone about having her come out here for "Specialized
Computer Training," as we put it, always with a giggle. Then one
Friday I was talking with her across the country, and made the
standard comment about the "Specialized Computer Training, yeah...
that it!" and Ruth surprised me by saying, "Perhaps you could perform
some Specialized Training here when you get back... " Heh-heh-heh,
indeed.

	Finally, the June flight back East, while I waited with double
tension for the moment of not only being Best Man without the
slightest idea how to do it, but also - and especially - what I was
going to do about Ruth.

				* * *

	At last, my chance came, two days after I came home, as I
defragmented dad`s hard disk once again, my back to her, while she
also klacked away on her keyboard. Ruth was wearing a full, pleated
skirt, and a light cotton blouse with frills at the edges, and
buttoned high up to her chin. The high collar really set off her
curves, which after all these years were still great to look at, to
say nothing of her legs, which descended from the hem of her skirt
like the stamen of a tropical plant.

	I decided to go to the deli for "a Friday afternoon pick-me-
up," I explained to Ruth, as I walked out the door. I returned several
minutes later with a brown paper bag containing an RC for me and Diet
Coke for her - and, of course, some chocolate-covered cherries as
well. Upon walking in the door,

	I noticed that Ruth wasn't at her desk, but rather in my
office. I sauntered in, holding the paper bag, and saying "Guess
what's in here?". Ruth looked at the bag, then into my eyes, and
whispered, in a shaky sort of way, "What DO we have in here?" and
smiled in the way I'd learned to love.

	"Not as sweet as you, Ruth-," I started, interrupted by her
kiss, as she held the sides of my head. The moment seemed to lapse
from one to the next, as I kissed her back, feeling the softness of
her lips, feeling them match my pressure as I kissed her deeper. As
had happened several months before, her lips parted; and, before I
could weave my tongue into her mouth, hers met mine, licking around
the insides of my mouth, entwining tongues together.

	I felt Ruth's fingers running through the hair at the base of
my neck, and heard her hum to me, as we swayed together in a seemingly
endless kiss. Her tongue tasted sweet, and I sucked on it momentarily,
before she sucked my tongue into her mouth, and began to give it
pantomime head with her thin, wet lips.

	I let my hands wander over the shoulders of this beautiful,
49-year-old woman who had acted as secretary, mother, and friend to me
for years. I could feel her shiver as my fingers moved down her back,
over the small raised band of her bra (a front clasp!), feeling it
through the soft fabric of the ruffled blouse.

	Knowing Ruth to be as highly ticklish as I, I moved my hands
more carefully over the lovely curves of her waist, feeling her tense
slightly; then to her hips, and back again to her waist, where I
applied slightly more pressure.

	Ruth jumped in slow motion, sliding into me, hips first,
holding my shoulders, and moving her mouth from mine, sliding her
tongue over my left cheek, to my ear. It came to me that I'd told her
once, in a teasing mood, that getting my ear licked was a real turn-on
for me. I wondered how much else Ruth retained for later use, as she
licked my neck; I reciprocated, smelling her perfume as I kissed and
licked her ear. "I like it too," she sighed into mine.

	I drifted my hands around her ass, and squeezed the cheeks,
bringing an "Oh!" not unlike the ones heard at my game program years
before, and prompting Ruth to softly grind her pelvis into mine. She
began to slowly lower herself to the floor, sliding her hands down my
sides (giving me just desserts for jabbing her a bit, no doubt), until
she had her face in front of my crotch, now a cage meant to escape
from.

	Ruth kissed my erection through my slacks, and put her cheek
against it, and whispered, "I can feel it throb, David." Ruth ran one
of her hands down the inside of my leg, and with the other, began
undoing my belt and pants. I began to lower myself to the floor, and
was stopped by a gentle hand on my chest, as the other busied itself
with letting my pants drop to my feet. I could feel Ruth's hot breath
through my jockey shorts; I wanted to explode right there, as if there
were no further pleasure.

	Ruth kissed my cock and then licked its length through my
shorts, now sporting a noticeable wet spot. When she reached the head,
and the sticky wetness there, she took the whole head into her mouth
and sucked it, flicking her wonderful tongue slowly over and around
it. And still I had my underwear on, and not a stitch off of Ruth. She
let my penis escape from the bounds of my shorts, and held its full
length in her hands, pushing the band of my shorts under my balls,
causing them to lift up slightly - which only increased the pressure
there.

	She took my cockhead into her mouth again, this time without
the cloth of my shorts, and, touching the underside of my scrotum
lightly with her fingernails, put her lips all the way down to the
base. I could hear her sucking as I hit the back of Ruth's throat.
She began to hum, then slurp, then hum, then slurp, and so on.

	I leaned back against the wall, wanting to hump into Ruth's
velvet mouth, but letting her do her thing instead. My brain began to
melt as I felt that familiar surge at the base of my spine. I started
to hold back, but Ruth squeezed my ass cheeks, and began to piston her
mouth on my cock faster, giving me her smooth throat, tightening her
lips around me, and loosening as she inhaled and went for the base of
my shaft.

	I couldn't hold it anymore, and began to hyperventilate and
moan, involuntarily thrusting up into her face, fucking her lovely
face, until my walls burst, and I came as hard ever or since, shooting
blissfully down Ruth's throat, holding her head to me, while she
slurped down as much as she could; an amount slipped out, and ran down
her chin as she buried her face in my pubic hair, sounding out little
"Um-h, Um-h"s as she tried to drink my cum all down.

	Perhaps a minute passed, with me trying unconsciously not to
fall on her, leaning against the wall, and panting, running my hands
through Ruth's hair, as she licked me clean. Ruth stood up and looked
into my eyes, hers sparkling. I could see the leftover cum on her
chin, and licked it off her with a broad swath of my tongue,
destination being her mouth, which welcomed my tongue. I found the
knot under her tongue, and began to caress it like a clitoris. I moved
my hands up to Ruth's heaving breasts, and brushed my hands over them,
feeling the obvious hardness of her nipples through the blouse.

	My fingers found their way to the top button, soon undone. I
marked my place there with a wet kiss, punctuated by a light flick of
my tongue. For each button I did this, passing the clasp of her bra
(which, when revealed, showed lacy, silk cups, containing the future
object of my mouth's affection).

	I moved my hands inside the blouse, feeling the material rush
from them as I softly pulled it from her waistband. Feeling the
wonderful, smooth curves of the skin on her waist, reaching up her
back to remove the blouse from Ruth's shoulders, leaving her in her
skirt and bra in the darkness of my office. I trailed my tongue in a
wet trail up to her belly button, testing her there, then up further -
to the bra clasp, which I again ignored.

	I closed my mouth over Ruth's right breast, sucking it in
through the material of her bra. Ruth moaned, and pressed my head into
her, as my tongue lashed her nipple. Oh, so much I wanted to do with
her, but I wanted to take my time - we'd been waiting for this for an
age. I lovingly caressed her other nipple with my right hand, bringing
it up under the silk of her bra, and squeezing the nipple while
rubbing its tip with a finger.

	I felt Ruth begin to climax while I was unclasping her bra,
gasping and thrusting her tits to me; now it was she leaning against
the wall, thinly holding to reality. I waited, and, continuing to love
her breasts, removed her bra. Ruth's breasts looked so beautiful in
the half-light, proudly erect at each nipple. I could see the traces
of my saliva on her right nipple. I returned to that lovely place, and
licked back and forth between her breasts, exchanging mouth for hand,
and vice versa.

	Ruth reached down, and began to open my shirt, removing my tie
(without strangling me!), and ran her hand over my somewhat hairy
chest, while she unzipped her skirt, and tried to slide it down her
hips. I assisted with my free hand, and felt the heat of her cunt
through her panty hose I as I did so. Ruth's smell was not strong, but
light and untainted by anything other than pussy juice. I kissed the
soft mound of hair through her panty hose, still wondering at the
heat!, and moved my hands to her waist. I grasped her waistband, and
followed it down with wet kisses as before.

	Ruth put her legs together, and when I passed my tongue and
lips over her downy, dewy cunt, speared my tongue into the nether
hair, finding her lips, extended and pulsing with expectation, and her
clit, now standing out prominently from her cunt lips and hair. Ruth
let out a sigh, and a whispered "Please... " as she put a hand on the
back of my head. I decided to forego the rest of the panty-hose
removal ceremony, and let her hose drop to her feet. Ruth stepped out
of the nylon pile at her feet, and moved her legs apart, as she leaned
back against the wall.

	"Do me. Lick me," she whispered breathlessly. I could only
oblige, as she pressed my chin into her pubic area. I snaked my tongue
out, and began to explore what must have been unexplored territory
under her former husband, touching the tip to the edges of her lower
lips, trailing up one, and down the other, and up the center, tasting
her sweet nectar all the time.

	I licked up the center of it all, feeling just inside her cunt
with the tip of my tongue, and feeling her shudder when I re-found her
clit. I sucked it into my mouth, and ran my tongue around it, and up
and down its sides, as Ruth began to moan a little louder than last
time, and shift her hips from side to side, then out towards me,
thrusting up to my mouth, now sucking hard, as I put a finger up her
cunt slowly, then pulled it out... then put two fingers up her;
feeling her cunt suck my fingers in encouraged me, and I put three
fingers inside her slick, wet vagina, her lips surrounding them.

	I logged Ruth`s reaction to this, as I finger-fucked her and
sucked her clit harder, and with more rhythm. I spread my fingers,
and Ruth began to moan louder, as her ass banged against the wall, and
her cunt into my mouth, while she attempted to hold onto my head and
keep it attached to her sex.

	I removed my fingers, and held onto her ass cheeks, holding
her cunt to me as I ate her, and began to move myself into a sitting
position, my legs bent to each side, my cock standing tall and stiff;
and, just as she began to come down from her orgasm, lowered her onto
my waiting cock, first placing the head on her clit, and moving along
her slit. Ruth reached down, and grabbed my dick, sliding herself down
on it, sighing, "Oh, David... " and kissing me really deep. "You taste
divine, see?" I whispered, answered by a "Mmmmmm," as she sucked on
my tongue, and began to grind into my lap.

	Ruth's cunt was like heaven, backed with the love and respect
of a long-time business relationship. My eyes were closed, though I
wished I could see it all again, once the moment had passed. Such
pleasure, I thought, as I extended my hips, giving her as much of my
cock as possible. I lay back on the floor, and Ruth began to ride my
dick and pubic bone, working her genitalia against me, getting me
sopping wet.

	"Kiss me, lover," I half-moaned to her, and she lowered her
lovely face to mine, and licked my lips, pushing her tongue into my
mouth, meeting my lips with hers. This was momentary, as she sat up
again, and began to fuck me. "I love you," she said, as I saw her
eyes moving in the dark, and held my hips up for her pleasure, and...
mine, I soon found. There was that feeling again, at the base of my
cock now, hard as hell, and wanting to twitch; I held back in agony,
but wanting to give her as much cum as I'd given all the women I'd
known in my life.

	"Fuck me now," sighed Ruth, as she moved off my cock, and slid
back on the floor, her lithe legs wide. "I want to fuck you, Ruth. I
want to fuck you hard," I said, feeling an aggression rise, as I
pushed my dick into her molten cunt, wondering at the feeling of her
pubic hair against mine, both sets sopping wet with her pleasure.

	"Fuck me hard, uh - !" she shouted, the last ending in a
scream, as I plunged all the way into her, and raised her knees up to
her breasts, feeling her walls around my cock, watching for the start
of her orgasm. The time outside of this blazing woman gave me a chance
to hold off my cum, thank goodness, and when I felt her contract
around my cock, and her fingernails in my ass, I wondered momentarily
with a bit of panic whether or not I could come now, but this was
replaced with a mental "tsk" - this was the most exciting woman I had
ever met! Her husband was a shithead, I thought, as I increased my
pumping and reached up to pinch her nipples, as Ruth writhed under me,
and pushed her cunt up to my downward thrusts.

	All through this, Ruth was moaning in a low "ohhhhhhhhh" tone,
whenever she breathed. My elder lover was really letting herself go
for me. I loved her so then, giving her everything I had, feeling her
squeeze my ass even tighter, feeling her entire body tense, echoed by
her increased pitch, letting out an "ehh-ehh-ehh... " sound.

	I felt her become wetter than she had ever been yet, and Ruth
began to shake. Suddenly, I wanted to give her everything, and
pounded my cock into her really hard, forgetting myself, forgetting
the fact that I'd be leaving in several days... and joined my juices
with hers, my mind in another place, melting, hearing myself moan
loudly, shouting "Oh, Ruth!" and unloading inside her thrashing cunt.

	I let Ruth's legs slide down my sides, both of us now dripping
with cum and sweat, and kissed her deeply. Already I was trying to
figure out how to meet with her again, or fly her out to see me, or...
or... It didn't matter then - I couldn't think. I kissed her soft,
sweet face, and her ears, neck and those thin, giving lips, and she
mine, and whispered our love to each other.

	"I wish this were my home," I started, but she shushed me, and
put a finger to my lips.

	"Any time you want it, now you know where it is, David... "
she cooed.

	I am already contemplating our next meeting, several weeks
from now, while finishing this posting, a testimonial to a fantastic
woman.