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Going to my office I was a bit freaked wondering if anyone would notice my underclothing choice that day and what would happen if they did. The sport coat was good on the walk into the building. No heads turned or anything. I was in before my secretary Helen arrived so I was still safe. I sat at my desk with the office door closed but not locked. A minute later Helen entered with my coffee mug full and steaming.
"Well , Good morning Mr Masters and how is our day so far. You seem to have a glow about you. Good night with Amy?"
"Yes something like that." She set down the cup and left without a furthur word. I always thought that she was pretty hot for being over forty. A nice bit of meat on the bones you might say and a great set of tits. There were many times that I tried to decipher her bra style, color or design thru her blouses or a gap in the buttoned fronts. That day I was blessed with a nice view later standing by her desk asking about messages. Her displayed cleavage, and enough
of a gap to determine the bra was soft blue in color and squared scoop front in design was quickly producing a hard on in my panties so I retreated back to my desk closing the door. Seated I immediately unzipped rubbing my erection thru the silky material. Wished I had the privacy to just yank it out and wack it off all over my desk. I was totally horny at 10 AM and would have slurped up every cum blob if I splattered my blotter. Calming myself I sat and got to work. My jacket now hung on the back of my chair.
After lunch Helen stepped in approaching the desk with the usual pile of papers. She stood before the desk and handed the many sheets over to me as she explained what all they were.
Having a straight on view to my shirt my fear factor increased and her eyes seemed to drill into my attire more so than normal. But she was smiling.
After going thru the papers Helen came behind the desk standing beside me leaning over and explaining what needed to be signed and where to sign them. As usual her hand rested on my shoulder as she did that. Her hand then moved and slid down my back ever so slowly and stopping when her fingers came into contact with the obvious band across my back. I began to panic but then she said. "Mr. Masters. I heartily approve of your choice of undershirt today. Is it lacy? Does it feel good around you? Does Amy make you wear it? If feels nice can I see it?"
She removed her hand, walked across my office and locked the door. She kind of marched back to the desk telling me to show her my bra choice.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Since I know that you often stare at my fine rack you should not be adverse to getting a better look. Right? I just nodded. She undid the second blouse button as it was the first one closed. "Now you Aniston."
I complied opening my second button which showed very little.
"This is too slow. Let's just undo them all." and unbuttoning she went. Me too. She stood before me and I gloried in the vision of her fabulous chest and the amazing blue lace trimmed satin bra that held it. Leaking.
My shirt was now open and I was instructed by Helen to stand up and take the shirt off. She wanted to see all of the bra. I kind of forgot that my pants were still unzipped and my panties tented to the max. When I stood they fell down. Helen's eyes got really big seeing the satin and sheer lingerie that held my dick firmly against my groin from my nuts to my hip.
"Oh and she has you pantied too. And stockings. Does she make you eat a lot of her pussy. I bet she does. Has she made you suck a cock yet. She will. I am so turned on right now, I cannot get my husband to wear anything like that."
She about raced around the desk and pushed me back into my chairs. Dropping swiftly to her knees she was attempting to eat my cock thru the sheer material but then drew the waistband down under my ball sack and devoured my oozing precum slathered prick down to the throat.
Her ferocious bobbing motion and the swirling tongue action, coupled with the extreme hornyness of seeing her body in lingerie, had me filling her mouth very full of hot sperm in minutes. Man could she suck dick!
As Helen calmly savor the volume and texture of my fresh discharge she looked up at me and grasped and twisted and protruding nipples on my man boobs. Soon she had consumed it all, stood back up, took her blouse from the floor where it had landed. Putting it on and buttoning it as she walked she straightened herself wiped that last of my cum from her lips, unlocked the door and exited without another word.
Holy Shit! Did that just happen? Did my forty something secretary love my panty boy ensemble so much that it got her crazy hot enough to gobble her boss's big dick and savor his spooge?
Maybe Amy was right. Some women like a bit of femininity in a man or on a man?
As I exited my office that day Helen undid the middle button of her blouse teasing me with a bra peek. Couple that with the big smile plus "Thank you boss. You looked beautifully sexy and you tasted yummy too.
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