I've never posted here before - in fact, I found out about this subreddit through rabbitholing, but after I did, I thought, hell, I have a story to share. You'll have to forgive me - this isn't prepared ahead of time and I'm not certain the formatting will make sense.

I (now 36, M) am an executive at the company where I've worked for 17 years now. Maybe 6 or 7 years ago (before the pandemic, for sure), I was just an accountant in an office. Pretty typical stuff, go into work, do my thang, go home. However, this office was full of women, which is fine. The office industry where I'm used to working typically is. I was maybe 29, 30 at the time, and we had just hired a new receptionist. We'll call her M - probably aged 22-24 or so. M was attractive (many receptionists are), but that's fine, attractive girls are not out of the ordinary and I never really thought anything of it.

I'm a fun guy, or at least I was, and I like to think I was well liked in the office by my colleagues. My boss worked in another office, and so I was pretty much the unofficial leader at work. Many times when there were questions about process or what to do next I would be consulted and give my advice - I'd be around awhile, and didn't mind sharing that experience.

Fast forward a few months and one of our colleagues is leaving from another office - and is meeting up with some work friends at a bar to celebrate his new adventure. Me, being the guy that likes to go to bars, joins him, and so does M. M has... dressed well. I'm sure people are expecting far more description, but what I recall is her shirt in particular was split in the middle so you could see between her breasts. Nice. She ended up sitting next to me, and had brought her friend, E (maybe 2 years older than her, also F) as her date. The four of us, my colleague and the two young ladies, stayed late into the evening and eventually it was time to pour me into a cab and go home. The ladies offered to drive us guys home, and they got me home safely, which I appreciate. However, now E knew where I lived, and that it was alone in a house in town.

After that night M and I talked a little more about non-work stuff, like how she lives in an apartment with E and that they have to pay to do laundry. That sucks, so I offered them to use my laundry facilities for free - after all, I was renting and I didn't pay the water or power bill. E was quite excited to hear about this and sure enough, it wasn't long before the girls were over doing their laundry. We played Uno, watched the entire Lord of the Rings movies, and hung out for the hour or hour and a half it took for them to get clean clothes. E was always flirty, but M was withdrawn, and myself - enjoying the company of two much younger ladies - definitely was the perfect gentleman, which I think maybe E preyed on a little bit. E was recently single, and often would tell stories (delightful ones) about her Tinder adventures, but M was rather quiet on the subject. I knew she was single - there was a terrible breakup in her recent past - but not much more than that.

Finally, one evening, M&E came over to do laundry, and shortly after loading up the clothes, E went off for what she endearingly termed "a dick appointment." M and I were alone, which happened before, and we sat on the couch to watch some Brooklyn 99. She was wrapped in a blanket and I was sitting on the other end of the couch in my pajamas, enjoying Jake Peralta's hilarious antics. I think I had made a joke of some sort to M, something like "make yourself comfortable, my house is your house! Take off your shoes, your coat, your bra!" or something along those lines. She kind of looked at me, then went under the blanket and did exactly that. I was surprised, but I didn't want to push (after all, this was technically a receptionist who worked for me) and laughed it off. But shortly after that she came to my end of the couch and asked if she could cuddle. "I've been single awhile and I'm often very lonely." As I was also single for awhile, who am I to say no to a bra-less beautiful girl on my couch in my home at this hour? So we're cuddling, and finally I took a deep breath and reached under her shirt.

Fellas (and ladies), these were fantastic breasts. I can honestly say that I'm 36 now and have never been more attracted to a woman as I was to her body. I'm not going to sit here and describe her sweater-puppies in great detail, but she was accepting to my hands and it wasn't long before her hands were busy as well. She had a shy innocence about the entire thing, asking questions before experiencing it, and she could see her body was having an affect on my pajama pants. I took the opportunity to release my own piece from my clothing, which she was surprised (I'm a little proud of myself), and tentative to touch. She informed me that her ex boyfriend did not last very long, and so she never really had a lot of experience with a penis, whether it was looking at it or fondling it or even really playing with it. Her ex was a younger man, probably around 22 or 23, and if I recall the ultimate goal was going inside and dropping off the load, so I understood her sexual innocence and used the opportunity to cop feels and talk about it, explaining my own experiences and taking her along for the journey. Now I don't know if any of you have sat next to a beautiful girl with a throbbing erection for 2 hours, but it was pretty intense. We called E and let her know that M had fallen asleep on the couch, and she'll likely just sleep on the couch tonight and get a ride home in the morning. E didn't seem too bothered (the background noise indicated she was distracted on the phone herself), and went with it. I led M to the bed and we cuddled up in bed, her in just her panties and myself completely naked. We just kind of cuddled and groped for awhile, talking about what we were doing, assuring each other it was for science.

Newsflash everyone, I'm a guy. It's been a couple hours if not more. I was ready to go. However, she wasn't, and I did my best to respect that with her beautiful hands wrapped around my eager cock. Until I brought myself in for a kiss. The kiss, omg, I'm not a kisser, but this was wild. Her mouth was so small in comparison to what I was used to it was like a shock. Her entire body tensed and I could literally feel her let go to the emotion and desire as she pressed that naked body against mine and gasped for breath while trying not to break contact. I honestly don't have the vernacular to describe that moment - but it was the final barrier to her wanting to go the whole way. Once she had given over to her desire, she pulled her panties aside and guided me in immediately. She was so ready for it, I was honestly flabbergasted that she had held off this long. Much to my own shame, I came immediately. I explained to her that I had been teased for the better part of the evening, and if she accompanies me to the shower, I can perform better. As we undressed and got the water going, I took her against the bathroom wall before we could even step into the shower. My body wanted hers, and I could feel it reciprocated in her own actions as she slid up and down my body against that wall. In my bathroom that Friday night in that rural town, I had hot and passionate sex with my secretary - four times. The stamina and desire and vigor I've experienced have never matched that night, and I don't think that they will again. We had sex in the bed, then before the shower, then during the shower, and then once more in the kitchen on the way back to go to sleep for the night. That next morning, we had sex again - we couldn't get enough of each other. It was finally time to part, and return to our real worlds, but we couldn't tell anyone. We work together - in fact, I was her boss, technically, and what a scam - a 29 year old with a 22-23 year old? We talked about it and decided it was better to keep a secret and a one time thing. I dropped her off at home with her folded laundry (we made sure to get it all folded of course), and gave her a goodluck smile, knowing that we wouldn't get away with those hijinx again.

However, M wasn't done with me. She would often come by my office at 11:30 to see if we wanted to go to lunch together - we just had sex instead of eating. She would text me when E had stepped out for the evening so that I could service her. It was actually quite glorious. Eventually, E ended up going to college and M decided to join her in another town, and we fell out of touch with each other (but not before a weekend where I drove up and we rented a room for... science), but I'll always remember M and the effect she had on my body. It's crazy what the chemicals of the body will do to you.

I don't know why I wrote this story, or how I ended up on this subreddit, but I did enjoy telling you internet strangers about my experience. All those movies of the boss sleeping with the secretaries - there's some truth to them, apparently. And I got to experience that fantasy. I'm by no means a sex god, or even sexually active, but that was a delightful winter and summer. Was it the right thing to do? Didn't really matter at that very instance in time. I have no regrets that I was able to experience that with her, and I hope she doesn't either.