Secretary's Handjob

"Thank you!" She smiled and patted her chair. "Weren't I about to give you a little rub?"

I grinned and sat down. I thought about that last 'thank you' and realized that my push to be more open with each 'please' was probably taking effect.

I sat down and she started working on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her fingers on my muscles. Then she started running her fingers up through my hair and I felt her long fingernails on my scalp. It felt heavenly. Her scent was overwhelming. I felt another shadow coming down the hall and sent it back. Her fingers were rubbing my temples in slow circles and it was incredibly erotic. I could feel my dick hardening in my shorts.

"Hope? Maybe if you did it from the front, it would be better?" I suggested.

"Er, ok." She turned the chair around and went back to work on my temples. It was a little awkward, but with my eyes open I could look straight at that inviting cleavage.

"That's a little awkward, isn't it?" I said. "Would it be easier if you knelt?" I asked, innocently.

"That might be more awkward," she smiled.

"Please, kneel here in front of me," I said, a little more forcefully that I'd intended. "I bet it will be easier than standing there. Thanks so much for doing this, by the way."

"My pleasure, Billy," she said. She opened a drawer and pulled out a pillow that she probably used to support her back normally, and put it down on the floor in front of the chair. She pulled up her skirt a little and knelt, her breasts basically resting in my lap. Her hands reached up to rub my temples. My cock was beginning to swell to full mast now.

I am getting a little turned on by this I pushed, gently.

I don't need to be so inhibited

I could see the slight mounds of her nipples now through the sheer bra and white blouse as they hardened slightly. My cock twitched.

"Oh my!" she said, stopping. She looked down at my crotch, and my obvious bulge. "Well, um...sorry!" She was going a beautiful shade of red. She started to stand.

"Please don't go!" I begged. She stopped, settling back onto her knees. "Hope, I know we're just friends, but... do you think you want to... touch me? Please, Hope, I know it would help with my headache if you helped me out a little."

"If I...?" Her breasts were heaving and I could see the conflict in her brown eyes, looking up at me. Her platinum hair lay in beautiful waves around her shoulders.

"Please touch me, Hope." I was looking her straight in the eye.

She licked her bright red lips, which contrasted so with her pale white skin. Her hand slid up my thigh.

"Don't you want me to feel good? Please help me feel good, Hope." I whispered to her. Her mouth was open and she was breathing hard.

"Yess..." she whispered. Her hand slid up inside my shorts, finding my cock through my underwear. She slid her hand over it, up and down.

"Look at me, Hope." She looked up, locking gazes with me as she rubbed my hardness. "I'd feel even better if I could see you." I paused for a moment while she tried to figure out what I meant. "Please open your shirt.... I want to see your breasts."

Her hand slid out of my shorts and she pulled her white blouse open around her breasts, pulling down her bra cups so that her perfect white breasts stood clearly visible. Her nipples were the most delicate pink and her breasts were larger than I would have guessed. The bra helped cup and support them, even though it no longer hid them. They were perfectly round, with only the fewest freckles standing out against her pale skin.

"Thank you. Your breasts are so beautiful, Hope. Can we go back to what you started now, please?." Both her hands went up my legs. One went to my balls, fondling them gently through the material of my underwear, while the other half-cupped by cock, rubbing up and down slowly. Her tongue moved furtively over her red lips. Her breasts were lewdly available to me know and I loved seeing them, white, round and firm, as she rubbed me. Her nipples were delicate and incredibly pink. I could only imagine how they would taste, or how they would feel wrapped around my cock. I kept my eyes on hers.

"Billy..," she whispered, "maybe I shouldn't be..."

"Shhh." I said softly. "Please keep going. You want to make me feel good, don't you?"

"Yes, but.." her brown eyes were like a trapped deer's.

"Please do what I ask, Hope."

"Yes, Billy," she replied, still looking at me. Her nipples looked like they could cut stone they were so taut. Her hands continue to work their heavenly rhythm.

"Take out my cock, please, and stroke it for me. You'll do that won't you?"

"Of course..." Her hands came out of my shorts and went to my belt, deftly undoing it and then opening my shorts and unzipping them. One hand started rubbing me again as I felt her fingers slip under the waistband of my underwear and pull them down over my penis. My cock popped up, hard and ready.

His pleasure gives me pleasure It fell into her like a rock into a pond. She moaned slightly. One hand wrapped around my shaft, beginning to slowly fist me. The other cupped my balls, starting a delightful motion, caressing them and pulling on them gently. She knew what she was doing.

I felt a group of two or three coming down the hall, and had to rapidly work to turn them all around, my head was throbbing again, but coming back to the reality of the beautiful platinum blonde busty beauty slowly fisting my cock soon soothed that pain.

"Faster, please, Hope." I asked. "Make me come."

She started jacking me in earnest, her eyes never leaving mine and her other hand still dancing delightfully on my balls.

"Mmm... I'm going to come..." I moaned. Her hand moved faster still, pulling me towards climax. I could feel it start to build.