This is a true story. I changed the name of the young lady in this post and a few details about her to disguise her identity. The dialogues are to the best of my memory. It has been 40 some years since this happened, so I hope you will cut me some slack.

This is very long. If you like posts short and sweet, this is not for you.

The sex stuff starts after the '-----' line.

There are few secrets in an office

In the fall of 1983, I was kicked to the curb by a girlfriend. Word of our breakup got around the office very quickly, as my ex-GF was known to most who worked there. This led to a young secretary, the titled Vicky, to show some interest in me. Vicky was a cute blue-eyed girl, blonde hair to shoulders, 5' 5”, with all-American good looks. Her body? Curvy. Vicky had noticeable chest bumps; a small ass, and decent legs. She was 19, a little more than a year out of high school.

I was 32 when all of this happened, and honestly never gave Vicky much thought. Yes, she was cute and physically desirable, but she was way younger than me. As time went on, her overt interest in me began sparking some dirty thoughts. We occasionally had lunch together, and she frequently asked what my plans were for weekends and holidays. I knew Vicky was hoping I would ask her out; I just couldn't do it. She was too young for me.

I am weak

At lunch one Friday in March, she had mentioned she wanted to see the movie 'Footloose' but none of her friends were interested. I could no longer resist. I told her I would love to take her to see it. She agreed and asked if we could go Saturday. I said sure, and got her phone number and address. That evening I called her and we picked the theater and time. When I picked her up at her home, Vicky was looking good--she had on a tight blue dress with a white sweater. She looked quite sophisticated with her hair up and perfect makeup.

A movie and dinner

We both enjoyed the movie and went to a nice steakhouse for a meal. Vicky told me all about her life: she had been a cheerleader (a serious kink of mine), her ex-boyfriend Curt was in the military in Asia. She also casually mentioned her father spent most weekends at his fishing cabin. Including that weekend. I thoroughly enjoyed my time with her; Vicky seemed to be enjoying her time with me. The wheels of my dirty mind began turning, I thought there was a chance I was going to bang this young lady.

But that did not happen.

When we got to her home in the early evening, we had a long kiss at the front door. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her to me. She smoothly pushed my hands off of her and said, “No, the neighbors”. Vicky thanked me for the great time, saying she hoped we could get together again sometime. She gave me a final quick kiss and was gone.

I drove home with mixed feelings. I was sure Vicky was interested in me, but I was disappointed that the evening had ended so early. At home, I was having a beer and watching the TV when she called. She told me she had a great time and hoped we could get together again. I asked if she would like to have lunch with me the next day. She accepted but thought it would be best if we went to a place closer to where I lived (the neighbor thing again). I gave her my address and we set a time.

Looking even better

I met her in the parking lot of my building; Vicky was wearing a yellow, tight-knit top with a white skirt; they highlighted every curve of her young body. Of course, she was on high heels. She looked both adorable and sexy. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, took my arm, and we were off.

At the restaurant, we fell into a relaxed, flirtatious conversation. She casually mentioned she hadn't had a date since the previous summer. (Which I found hard to believe.) Later, she again mentioned her father was away and wouldn't be home until late that evening.

When we got back to my place, I led her to through the lobby to the elevators, chatting about “Footloose”. On the ride up, she turned to me, and said, “No neighbors here”, pressed herself against me and kissed me hard. I kissed back and ran my hands to her ass cheeks and gave them a firm squeeze.

At my apartment, Vicky excused herself and headed to the bathroom. I kicked off my shoes, took off my coat and tie and took a seat on the sofa. I heard her come out of the bathroom and when I looked up, Vicky was in only her bra and pantyhose. She said, “What are you doing out here, XXXXX”? I got up, took her hand, and we walked to my bedroom where we kissed again, and I resumed massaging her ass. When we stopped kissing, I pulled down the bed's cover's and Vicky hopped in.

[I undressed, trying to remain cool, but, you know, seeing Vicky in my bed, her young, full body on display, my hands were shaking.]

The dirty deed happens

I walked to her with my dick sticking straight out. I lifted her chin up and kissed her. As we kissed, Vicky grabbed my dick and began tugging it firmly. As we kissed, I reached behind her, to unhook her bra. She shrugged it off, and I gently pushed her onto her back as I kissed my way from her neck down to her young, full titties. I had to play with them.

While squeezing both of her boobs, I sucked and licked her small nipples. Vicky must have enjoyed it, as she was running her hands through my hair and making sounds of pleasure as I was working on her. Eventually, I moved a hand down to her pussy. Her pantyhose gusset was soaked and I could smell her juices. I slowly ran my middle finger up and down but with pressure. When I couldn't wait any longer, I grabbed the top of the pantyhose and slid them off her legs.

The golden surprise

She had a generous bush of yellow blonde pubes, matted down with her juices. I spread her legs and dove into her pleasure zone, licking from her taint to her tiny clit. I kept the licking slow and deliberate. When I heard her moaning I looked up, Vicky had a pillow over her face. I kept up the licking and then slid two fingers inside of her. I started fingering her and focused on licking her little clit. After a while she threw the pillow to the floor and said, “Please, XXXXX, I'm ready”. I asked, “Ready for what?” knowing full well what she meant.

“Put it in me now, put it in now”. I got up, got a rubber but didn't put it on. I walked back to the bed, and leaned forward, putting my dick in front of her face. She rolled toward me and took my cock entirely into her mouth. She began to give me a slow blow job, which include licking the head of my cock (while looking up at me), and gently playing with my balls.

[Her BJ technique was quite good, better than I expected. Vicky's ex Curt was a lucky guy.]

She sucked me for a few minutes, until I pulled away. I was ready for the main event.

Flexible (and loud)

I got between her legs, and put the rubber on. Vicky surprised me by lifting her legs, grabbing her ankles and spreading them wide. (The benefit of that cheer leading, I guess.) Her fuck hole was slightly open, her pussy lips were glistening. I scooted up to position my cock at her hole, put the head in, and then pushed it inside with one quick push. Vicky responded by clenching her fists and slamming them down on the bed. She didn't say anything and remained quiet while I started to slowly fuck her.

After a minute or two, I picked up the pace and her boobs began bouncing up and down to my fuck rhythm. I reached down, grabbed her little nipples and began pulling on them. That got a moan and her saying, “Yes”, over and over. The Yes's got louder, which I came to understand was a signal Vicky was close to an orgasm. Vicky opened her eyes wide, her lips were slightly parted, her face was flushed. In a flash, it happened. Vicky gave a loud, “Ooh” and began thrusting her pussy up and down. I pulled on her nipples, stretching them up and then twisted them. Her face contorted into a combination of pain and pleasure, that did it for me.

I let go of her nipples and grabbed her shoulders, so I could slam my dick into her pussy as hard and fast as I could. I realized her orgasm had passed, but I didn't care--I was fucking her for my own pleasure. Vicky let go of her legs and wrapped them around me. I pounded her with a steady rhythm, watching her face. Her eyes were closed with her lips slightly parted.

Just as with her first orgasm, Vicky moaned and repeatedly said, “Yes” louder and louder. I wanted to cum, but wanted to cum with her. (Another one of my kinks.) Suddenly, her eyes open, and she screamed “FUCK”, and her body began jerking. I bent down, grabbed her throat and kissed her, pushing my tongue inside her mouth while my dick throbbed and got my release. Vicky moaned into my mouth as we kissed.

When the passion subsided, I pushed up and leaned back on my knees, taking in the sight. Vicky's eyes were closed, her hair was a mess, and her little nipples were red from my pinching and pulling. She had a smile on her face. When she opened her eyes, she asked, “What”? I told her she looked beautiful. She held up her arms, saying, “Come here”. I leaned down and we had a long tender kiss.

We untangled and held each other, falling asleep for several hours. When we woke, Vicky gave me a few playful kisses and a dick grope before going getting a quick shower. She emerged sans makeup, with her hair down, in her dress. She looked great. I was hoping for a second round, but she told me she had to go; I was a bit disappointed but accepted it. I dressed as she gathered her bra and pantyhose. We walked back to her car, saying little. We kissed for a while, Vicky thanked me for the nice meal, the nice time, and, “Everything else”.

Monday at work

Vicky was her typical self, friendly and cheerful. She stopped by my desk and asked me if I had a good weekend. I told her it was the best I had had in months. She gave me a big smile, and replied, "Good. I had a great weekend, too. I went to a movie, went out to eat with a friend a couple of times, and got some exercise".

Office affairs can be awkward and messy. But that was not our case. I am sure no one at work ever realized we were seeing each other. We continued to have lunch together once or twice a week (and had a few nooners when we could). Vicky would leave cute notes on my desk from time to time, usually after we had a playful weekend together.

We lasted until September

Curt (the ex-boyfriend) and Vicky had written to each other during the spring and summer; Curt telling her he missed her and wanted to see her when he came home on leave. Vicky was very forthright about it, she asked if I would be upset if she saw him. I told her no. I knew what we had was an affair and was going to end sooner or later.

[BTW, she asked this after we had an extended Saturday fuck session.]

When Curt came home on leave Vicky realized she still had strong feelings for him. They saw each other almost every day until he returned to Asia. She decided Curt was the man she wanted to marry and that I was a complication she could not handle.

Vicky and I decided to have a final three day session over the Labor Day weekend. On my part, I took full advantage of Vicky's body in every way that I had come to enjoy over our times together. Vicky, God love her, did not hold back. Everything was on the table, including some bondage. By the end of our three days, I was totally drained of cum and my cock was sore. Vicky looked a mess. Her ass was red, her tits were marked with my hand prints. There were red marks on her wrists from being tied down. And, her pussy was sore from my cock, a dildo, and extended vibrator fucking. All in all, we both had a great time.

It was the last time Vicky and I were together. She had a new life ahead of her.

One last thing

Vicky and I remained cordial at work. We still chatted and had lunch together from time to time. Before the end of the year, she flew to Asia to spend a week with Curt. When she returned she was was wearing an engagement ring. She quit work and I heard she was married in the spring.