Robert Wahl - Secretary_s tricks

"Call for you, Mr. Harrison," the secretary's voice crackled over the phone. "It's Mr. Walden at W.C. Enterprises…"

"I don't want to talk to him now," Nick Harrison replied.

"But he said…"

"I don't care. Just tell him I'm in conference."

"Anything you say, Nick."

Sally Lewis had two voices. One was business like, monotone, emotionless. This is the voice she used most often when talking to Nick Harrison and other executives at the advertising agency. But she had a second voice, softer, sexier, punctuated by chuckles and giggles. It was this voice she sometimes used for Nick Harrison. And it was the voice she was using now.

"Busy, Nick?"

"Not at all," he replied into the telephone. "I was just sitting here daydreaming, in fact."

"Oh?" Sally Lewis' voice was even softer now. "About what, may I ask?"

"About…" Nick was about to say "Julie Connors". He had indeed been sitting at his desk thinking about his fiancee. Or more precisely, about his fiancee's luscious ass and the way it moved under her form-fitting slacks. But instead, Nick smiled and whispered into the phone: "About pussy."

"Oh, Nick," Sally giggled. "Whose?"

"Guess."

"Oh-oh, I forgot Walden…"

Nick heard the click on the line and hung up his phone. He had to laugh. Sally always got a kick out of the way he spoke to her on the phone. If anyone else at the agency knew about him and his secretary's dallying, it could mean trouble. Especially for an executive who happened to be engaged to the boss's daughter.

But Nick had always been more than careful with Sally. No one in the agency had the slightest idea that Nick was fooling around with his secretary, and he'd made the decision not to play around with her anymore, now that his wedding to Julie Connors was approaching.

But now that he sat back in his leather chair and let his eyes wander over the skyline view from his window, that decision looked questionable. He tried to think again of Julie's delectable ass, but instead he found himself dreaming of Sally Lewis' wet, spicy cunt. Suddenly Nick realized his cock was stiff and twisted in his snug briefs.

He shifted on the chair and adjusted his prick for more comfort. Yes, Sally was a sexy little piece. He could picture her soft brown hair falling over his thighs while she sucked on his prick, he could picture her firm, slightly pointed tits wobbling in front of his eyes, her green eyes filmy with lust as he ate her, her brown-fringed cunt oozing with lust as he twirled his finger inside her. She was sexy, and horny. It often drove him crazy to know that a few feet away, on the other side of his office door, sat a young woman who would be only too eager to satisfy him, any time he wanted her. And he had to restrain himself to protect his marriage-to-be.

But today was slow, most of the other executives were still out to lunch. Nick whirled around in his chair with half a mind to return to his paperwork. Then he was struck by an idea.

He grinned to himself. Yes, it was risky, it always is risky when you dip your pen into the company inkwell. But what the hell, he and Sally had never been caught before. And he had a hard-on a cat couldn't bite. True, he was supposed to see Julie that night. But that didn't mean he would find satisfaction with her, or find anything at all. Julie liked sex, but only when she wanted it. And besides, his date with Julie was still hours away. And when Nick Harrison had a hard-on, he didn't like to wait for hours.

Nick picked up his phone and dialed one digit to reach his secretary.

"Hello, Sally. Could you do me a favor?"

"Yes, Mr. Harrison." Miss Lewis was using her business voice.

"Go down to the archives and get me the material on the Caldwell account, please."

"Yes, Mr. Harrison."

"I'm leaving my office for a while so just keep the material on your desk until I get back."

"Okay, Mr. Harrison." Sally suddenly switched voices. "Still daydreaming?"

"Not really," Nick laughed.

"I was daydreaming too, Nick," Sally said softly…

"About what?"

"Guess," was all Sally said before she hung up. Nick waited a few minutes, then rose from behind his desk and walked to his office door. He opened it slowly. Yes, Sally had left her desk.

He closed, his door behind him. That way everyone would think he was still in his office. And no one would dream of entering that office without first speaking with Miss Lewis.

Sally sat at a desk right outside Nick's office. Her desk faced the corridor that ran the length of the agency's executive office floor. Right now the corridor was empty, although Nick could hear the sound of distant typing. There were panels on each side of Sally's desk, forming a sort of cubicle for her desk, and Nick could not see down the corridor. And likewise, no one walking down the corridor could see Sally's desk until he or she was in front of it.

Nick stepped out to the corridor and looked both ways. Not a soul in sight. He glanced back at the desk. He was glad that Sally had asked for a panel in front of her desk, in the opening, so that passersby could not glance down at her legs Sally's legs had attracted a good deal of attention from the day she started work there.

Nick stepped back into his office and quickly removed his sports jacket, then tossed it over a chair and hurried back outside to his secretary's cubicle. Sally would be back in a moment he had to act quickly. After a final glance both ways down the corridor, he walked around to the other side of her desk, dropped to his knees, and crawled under the desk.

Sally's seat was still warm. He had to laugh to thick that her fleshy buttocks were pressed against the leather chair just a few minutes ago. And they would again be there in another minute or two. This time, Sally was in for a surprise.

Nick could hear footsteps in the corridor, and expected to see Sally return. But the footsteps grew louder, passed, and then faded. Perhaps Sally had gone to the bathroom on her way back from the archives. Nick shifted to a more comfortable position. His cock was still hard. And then, he heard the footsteps. This time, he knew they were Sally's.

He crouched lower under the desk, sitting cross-legged. The footsteps grew closer. Then he saw Sally's legs, lean and smooth and her high-heeled shoes. She pulled back her chair and sat down, then stretched her legs out under the desk.

She gave a short scream when her legs bumped into Nick. Fortunately, the scream was very short.

"Oh Nick," she giggled softly, "what are you doing under there?"

He closed his hand around her calf. "Waiting for you."

"Oh Nick, you're such a clown…"

She quieted when Nick ran his hand along her leg and slid it under her dress. Yes, now she knew why he was under the desk. She moved her chair in further and stretched her legs, one on each side of Nick.

"Don't mind me," Nick whispered. "Go right ahead and work…"

"Shhh," Sally hushed. "If you don't say any thing no one will know…"

Again her words were cut off when Nick slid his hand further along her thigh. She spread her legs as wide as she could, and Nick took the invitation, sliding his fingers along her warm thighs and pressing once against the bulge of her hairy nest. Her panties were warm, but fortunately she was not wearing pantyhose.

Nick knew that Sally was staring down at her desk, pretending to be working in case anyone walked past. But her mind was certainly not on the papers in front of her. Nick was sure of that when he pressed against her pussy again and found her panties wet.

He crooked a finger in the elastic band of her panties and pulled, she raised her ass slightly from the chair to allow him to pull the frilliest down her thighs. Nick decided to take them off completely. If for some reason Sally had to stand up, she'd look pretty luscious with her panties around her knees. Nick rolled her panties down her calves and over her shoes, then dropped the pink garment to the rug. Her dress was up around her thighs now, he could look straight in and see her brown bush.