Brad Harris: Turned on secretary

"Dance, beautiful?" a voice sounded at her shoulder. "Gorgeous broad like you should be dancing."

She looked up into the hopeful eyes of the young man who had approached her. Sheila tried to smile as she shook her head. Dancing was the last thing in the world she felt like doing. The man seemed to take her refusal personal, however. His eyes glared angrily at her as he turned away.

"Go to hell, then," she heard him mutter under his breath. Sheila saw him go to one of the tables and easily find a girl to dance with. She couldn't understand why he had gotten angry with her. Hell, he hadn't even bought her a drink. Someone had, though. A beer was sitting in front of her. The man on her right laughed as she looked questioningly at the mug.

"Thought you might be a little thirsty," he told her, his hand coming around her waist in familiar fashion. The redhead shuddered at his touch, debating whether to make a scene just yet or not. So far he was only touching her waist. She decided to keep quiet unless he tried to play with her tits or her ass. She wanted to watch more of Tom and the skinny brunette before she caused any sort of commotion. She acknowledged the beer with a blank nod of her head, then turned back to watch the way her husband was hunching against the girl on the dance floor. The brunette seemed to approve of his actions. Sheila could watch the girl rub herself against him just as passionately. Her eyes were clenched shut like she was in total ecstasy. The whole sight sickened Sheila. The smell of the beer, the loud laughter, all of it nauseated her.

She watched until the song was over. Tom leaned down and whispered to the girl. Her black hair shimmered as she nodded eagerly. They walked over to her table where she pulled a coat from the back of her chair and pulled a purse up from the floor. Then she snuggled against Tom and walked with him toward the door. They came past Sheila, almost close enough for her to reach out and touch them. The redhead stared in disbelief. Damn, the girl was homely. Her features were much too sharp. She had only tiny breasts. She had skinny legs. Nevertheless, Tom couldn't keep his eyes off her as they walked through the door. He was giving her all the old charm. He was giving her full exposure to his little boy grin, damn him. The redhead felt her body trembling as she watched them leave.

"Old Tom's got him another piece!" the man to her right laughed. His hand patted her across the ass. "Yeah, Tom scores about every night. Damnest guy I ever saw when it comes to picking up girls."

Sheila was off the stool by now. She stood frozen and disgust and anger for a moment. She glared back at the man beside her, then strode toward the door when the two had just departed.

"Go to hell!" she snapped at the guy. She felt his eyes on her as she walked through the door. The redhead felt a moment of pity for him. He thought he had found himself a luscious piece, only to have it walk right out of his arms. Well, he was lucky. All she did was walk away from him. Tom Linn wasn't going to be so lucky.

Sheila was still trembling as she rang the doorbell at Walt's apartment. The earlier anticipation was now heightened by the excitement of her anger against Tom. Damn him, anyway! If he could take the skinny brunette out for a fuck, then she could sure get hers from Walt. That would leave them even, wouldn't it?

She pressed the button again, impatient to be in Walt's arms. She changed the answer to her question. No, they wouldn't be even. According to the man beside her, Tom did that almost every night. She had a hell of a lot of fucking to do if she was going to even the score. She shuddered, both at the anticipation and at the apprehension.

"Sheila!" Walt gasped as he opened the door. His eyes widened in surprised delight. He smiled broadly, stepping back for her to enter. He stared at her tits, as she had expected. She walked past him, feeling the warmth of his gaze on her ass and legs. She tossed her coat into a chair and held out her arms toward him.

"Ohhhh, God, Baby!" he panted as he pulled her against himself. "This is fantastic!"

His hands roved about her body. He cupped her buttocks, then caressed upwards over her hips and waist. Sheila tingled as one hand cupped around a tit and pressed firmly into the ripe breast. She parted her lips to let him tongue into her mouth. His cock throbbed against her, sending pulsing heat through their clothing and into her trembling cunt.

"I came," she whispered, pulling away from his kiss for a moment. "I came to give it to you."

He looked own at her. He smiled at the sight of one luscious tit in his hand. His eyes narrowed in exquisite pleasure as he softly squeezed the firm flesh. He fingered her nipple, then fondled the other breast just as deliciously. He swallowed at the lump in his throat and pulled her face back to his. This time he kissed her even longer, even more passionately. He sucked at her breath while their tongues met in erotic play. His knee parted her legs and moved upward to press his thigh against her glowing pussy. Sheila relaxed in his arms for a minute before breaking away once more.

"Mix me a drink," she said. "Then take me to the bedroom."

Walt stared at her a moment, then smiled gently. He released her and walked to a small bar, giving her an affectionate pat on the ass as he moved past her. The redhead watched him pour drinks. Her body was already hot. She could hardly contain her excitement. She felt free. She had every right to get some cock wherever she pieced. Tom and the brunette had given her that right. They sure the hell had. She was going to start with Walt. Hell, she'd had the hots for Walt Morrow long enough. It was time to get some satisfaction.

She smiled at him as he returned with the drinks. She took a sip and toasted him silently. Then she let him pull her against his side as be shepherded her toward the bedroom. She took two more good swallows of the drink before they reached the bed. She took a final long drink, then set the glass don. A quick motion had her sweater off. She removed her slacks with more deliberation, letting his eyes feast on her curves as she slipped them down her thighs and legs. She posed before him in bra and panties, thrusting her tits and ass out provocatively as she turned her back to him. She stepped backward against him.

"Unhook me," she whispered, rubbing her scantily clad ass across his swollen cock. He didn't, not at first. His hands came around her instead. He pulled her tightly against him, each hand closing over a heaving tit. His fingers felt firm against her tits. The thin nylon of her bra allowed their skin to touch deliciously. Walt's fingers pressed into her nipples, sending sharp pangs of delight through them. He rolled her breasts adoringly, then reluctantly released them so he could comply with her request. As soon as he pulled the bra from her shoulders and tossed it aside he grabbed two handfuls of tit again.

"Mmmnunm!" Sheila purred as he played with her nipples. "Oooooo, yessssss!"

He humped against her, shoving his cock against her ass while he got lost playing with her tits. The redhead leaned her head back and turned her face to him, tingling as their lips met once more. She sucked his breath this time. She glowed and tingled as he finally released her tits and pulled her panties down her hips. She ran her fingers through his hair as he knelt down and drew the transparent nylon down her legs. He turned her toward him and suddenly plunged his face into her crotch. Sheila gasped in surprised delight as he got his mouth over her pussy and sucked her softly. His tongue lapped at her cuntlips while she trembled with the power of her soaring passion.

"Ohhhh, Baby!" he gasped. "Ohhhhhh, I've been waiting so long for this fuck!"

"So have I," she admitted as he lifted her in his arms and laid her onto the bed. He smiled down at her as he quickly removed his own clothing. Sheila watched, her breath coming in short pants. She tingled as she saw his long hard cock rise up when his shorts dropped away. She licked her lips hungrily, waiting for him to ease down on the bed beside her. She had waited too long for this. She needed a good loving and Walt looked like he was certainly capable of proving it. He sure the hell had the right equipment.