Seduced by the Secretary: “the intense red of lingerie that draped her body…”

”Hello, Mr. Anderson.”

”Hello, Ms. Hodges. How are you this morning?”

”I am doing very good this morning Mr. Anderson. I hope you got some rest last night, you have a busy day ahead of you. Your first first meeting is with the prospective client we discussed yesterday. It’s going to be on Teams, and starts at 8:30.”

”Firstly, thank you. But how many times have I asked you to please call me Joseph. You’ve been working with me for nearly six months now, and no one calls me Mr. Anderson. Secondly, I put your coffee on your desk. A mache latte with cold foam, correct?”

”Thank you Joseph. You didn’t have to do that. I really do appreciate it. I’ll let you get ready for your call. I’m going to head to finalize dinner reservations for tonight with Mr. Waters. Oh, and last thing, the Uber will be here to pick us up at 11:00 to bring us to the airport.”

”Thank you Ms. Hodges… Don’t look at me like that, blame my southern ways in addressing you as Ms. while asking you please call me Mr. Anderson. Just remember, Mr. Waters despises fancy steak houses. I’ll email you a few places I enjoy in Chicago as a starting point for places to find a table for tonight.”

She walked out of his office and over to her desk, where her nameplate Amber Hodges: Executive Admin greeted her. She had been in the role for about six months, and was finally feeling like she was starting to get settled into her role. It was not her first time working as an admin, but it was her first time working with a Senior Partner. Mr. Anderson, Joseph was 15 yrs her senior and someone she looked up to. He was very professional in everything he did. He could have a conversation with anyone, and make any person he spoke to feel respected and appreciated. And most importantly, he was very kind. She had never once heard him raise her voice in the time that she had been working for him; though he was technically not her boss all the work she did was to help him day to day.

She found the perfect place for dinner. She knew that Mr. Andserson loved to have dinner outside if the weather was nice, and with a perfect Chicago evening being shown on the weather app she chose an Italian restaurant called Pizzeria Portifono. She checked the meeting invite and it only showed that Mr. Water’s would be bringing one additional person with him, so she made a reservation for one of the outside tables along the Chicago River Walk for four people, and she sent the dinner reservation confirmation out via email.

”Thank you, Ms. Hodges. That was a wonderful selection! I have been dying to go there, but have not been able to get a reservation on any of my previous trips. You must have magic fingers to have gotten an 8:30 reservation tonight.” As she read his email she found herself becoming embarrassed, she hoped no one, especially not Mr. Anderson saw her grinning as she read his email. His praise always made her feel good in a very special, even when she knew it shouldn’t. Especially, in the ways that it did. Yes, he wasn’t her boss but he was a Senior Partner who she needed to remain professional with.

Him making the statement of these magic hands that he claimed that she had sent the little gears of curiosity and intrigue turning through her mind. Magic hands? How could he know such a thing? He had no idea. No idea of how her hands can do magic, in so many different ways. She wanted badly to write back, “These hands have a bit of magic in them.” with a winking emoji, but she knew that was not proper in a work environment. For now, she let her imagination build an image in her mind of her hands working their magic.

As she sat at her desk her mind continued to wonder, to deep dark places. This was the first time that she would be traveling with Mr. Anderson. She was nervous, he made her nervous. The way he walked. The way he carried himself. The aura that he seemed to have wherever he went. It didn’t help that whenever she was out with him he would make jokes about how women were looking at them trying to determine if they were colleagues or romantic partners. It wasn’t something that needed to be said, she could feel the glares from women. She could feel the burning eyes of curiosity, likely paired with a hint of jealousy. She could feel the stares at both of their fingers for rings, neither of their rings had one to show. And yet, she felt that often women would be looking at her with mean-girl spirits and outlandish assumptions.

Of course, she recognized Mr. Anderson was a very handsome man. He stood about half a foot above her, when she was in her flats making him approximately six feet tall. He had some of the best skin of a man she had ever soon, especially a man in their mid 40s. His skin glistened, like silky caramel in the light that came in through his office windows. The salt and pepper of his beard, neat and tidy without being perfectly manicured showed his maturity. And the way his suit jackets sat on his shoulders paired with the pronounced veins in his arms she could see when he rolled his shirt sleeves up showed the way that he cared for his body. He was, to say it simply, a man. She understood why women gave her glaring looks, because she would do the same if she saw a man of his appearance and stature with another woman.

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“Can I help you find anything ma’am?”

”No thank you, I think I see what I am looking for.”

”Are you shopping for a special occasion.?”

”No. Just adding a bit of spice tonight.”

”Oh, well I am sure they’ll be in for quite the treat tonight.”

”Yes, I can’t wait to see his reaction. This will be our first time.”

She picked out her size in the pieces of the red lingerie set that was in front of her and walked to the register to check out, still not fully sure if this was a good idea or not.

It was completely her fault that she found herself in this predicament. As Mr. Anderson and her were on their flight from Atlanta to Chicago they were talking about life, where they were born, where they went to school, siblings, etc. Between the lounge at the airport and up to that on the flight they had both had several drinks.

”What in the world am I doing?”, she asked herself as she walked back to the hotel with her shopping bag of lingerie in hand. As she hurried back to the hotel to meet Mr. Anderson as he returned from the office before they headed to dinner with Mr. Waters she thought back on the events of the day…

While they were on their flight Mr. Anderson pulled out his phone to show her a photo of his dog, Scarlett. And then it happened, the moment that so many of us fear. She pulled out her phone to show him a photo of her cat, Lacy. And then, like a nightmare as she was swiping through photos of Lacy popped up a photo that made his eyes enlarge and caused him to nearly choke. She was confused, but then looked at her phone screen and saw herself, standing there in front of the mirror in her bedroom in a set of black lingerie.

”Oh no! I am so sorry Mr. Anderson! Please! I am so so so sorry! I don’t know how that happened!”, she exclaimed to him.

“Ms. Hodges it’s really ok. I am the one that should be sorry. I am sorry that that happened. And remember it’s Joseph.”

”Fine, Joseph. But I am very very sorry. Please forgive me.”, she said as she could feel tears start to well up in her eyes.

”Please don’t, Ms. Hodges. Please don’t cry. We are adults. This is not the end of the world. Nothing to be embarrassed by. Nothing to be ashmaed of. We are both mature enough to recognize part of being human beings is being sexual beings. You’re a beautiful woman and there’s no shame in having photos of yourself in YOUR phone. Just wasn’t expecting that kitty when you said you were gonna show me your cat.”

She half smiled, half glared at him.

”Sorry, bad joke. But you have to admit it was funny. Take a deep breathe, I promise it’s going to be ok. And forgive me, but it was a very lovely photo, what I did briefly see. I just have to say that, or I’ll be thinking about it all day.”

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It was the statement that he’d be thinking about it all day that was still running through her mind all day. Was he serious, or was he joking? Did he actually find her “lovely” or was he just being kind to calm her? Either way, she had committed now. And she let sense and sensibility fall to the weighside, as she sat there in his hotel suite.

Mr. Anderson had invited everyone to have after-dinner drinks, but it had been a long day so she politely passed and offered to take his bag to his room. He took her up on her offer, but insisted that she order herself a to-go cocktail or dessert, the former of which she gladly did…the latter of which she had other plans for.

Little did Mr. Anderson know that his dessert would be waiting for him when he returned to his suite. If he had a taste for it or better yet, her. Little did he know that when he opened his door to enter his hotel room that there would be his secretary, waiting for his return. Waiting to be his dessert, sitting in the chair waiting for him as soon as he walked in, with her legs spread open and her pussy wet and ready to be filled by him.

As she sat there, the burning desire of passion that filled her mind was matched by the intense red of lingerie that draped her body her mind raced with how his hands would feel on her body. She had only felt his hands before in handshakes and the occasional tap on the shoulder, but she wanted more. There she was, waiting for him. Waiting for his arrival back to his hotel suite.

She imagined how his hands would feel gripping her back and her thighs. She let her mind disappear into imagining how his lips would feel pressed against her, passionately kissing her as he pulled her closely against him. She wanted to feel his power and his strength. She wanted to feel what it was like for him take control of her, in the way she had seen in so many romantic movies in the past. She recognized the cliche of the young secretary sleeping with her older boss, and it made her even wetter as she sat there letting these thoughts run through her mind. When he walked in, would he take off her suit jacket and toss it to the side as she had seen in sex secenes so many times in the past? Would he put his hand under her chin and raise it to kiss her? Would he ask her what she was doing, or would he just take control when he walked into his hotel suite, understanding what was happening? She leaned back into the chair, closing her eyes and rubbing her pussy through her panties, imagining how he would feel when he first entered her. She wanted all of him. He already made her feel comfortable and protected, now she wanted him to make her feel small and special. She wanted to feel his desire for her, in the same way she desired him.

And then, she heard the sound of the door unlocking and saw the light of the hallway enter the room as he opened the door. He walked through the door and it closed behind him, he hadn’t yet seen her. He turned on the light to the room, and his eyes caught her.

”Hello Mr. Anderson, I hope you don’t mind. When you asked if I wanted dessert while we were at dinner I didn’t think it was the right time to counter with an offer of me being your dessert.”

He was standing there, in shock. She could see that he was trying to analyze what was happening before him. She recognized how this would be strange and uncomfortable for him, so she arose from the chair where she was sitting and slowly walked to him. His eyes remained transfixed on her, watching every step she took. It only took a few seconds for her to arrive to him but it felt like minutes passed by, as if she was walking in slow motion.

”So, confession Mr. Anderson, don’t tell me to call you Joseph because you are Mr. Anderson to me right now. While you were in the office today this is what I was out doing. The way that you reacted to the photo of me in lingerie on my phone and your understanding and comforting nature were so kind and comforting to me. I understand that this is…”

Before she could finish her sentence his lips pressed against hers, and she felt a chill erupt through her body. Not another words needed to be spoken. He gripped her waist with one hand and the other he placed on the back of her neck. Her body was a rush of sensations as he passionately kissed her. It was everything that she hoped it would be. He pulled her closer to him, to where her she could feel a firm bulge beginning to form in his pants.

She could feel him slowly guiding her to the bed behind her. He laid her back, her feed still resting on the floor over the edge of the bed. Standing over her she watched as he took off his suit jacket and tossed it onto the chair, just as she had hoped would happen. It was just like the movies. Next his shirt came off, revealing his muscular body. In the shadows his muscles looked so defined, artfully decorated in a collection of beautiful tattoos. Leaning down he began to his her again, this time starting on her lower stomach, just above her panties. She tensed and gasped, not knowing his intention. Would he be making his way back up to hiss her on her lips again or taking the much shorter journey south to her pussy lips, which were now dripping wet.

He continued to kiss her body, slowly making his way up her stomach to her chest, her neck, her shoulders, and her lips. It felt like you were your body perfectly, like he knew exactly which button to push to rev her engine. As he continued to grace, her body with his lips, she felt his hand between her thighs. She let out a moan as he began to grow her pussy and her clit through her panties. She could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy dripping down her thighs. She hadn’t felt this way on a first encounter in a long time. The care that he showed, matched with his intensity and control were exactly what she needed. Exactly what she had hoped for. All that she could ask for now was…

And it was in that moment, as if he could read her mind and know exactly what she wanted—she felt his dick enter her.