Still not sure if I am, or not. But, I’m pretty sure my dick is … I can already feel it starting to get hard. And, of course; her eyes would notice it, as well. When it comes to rising erections; she can spot one easier than a hawk focusing in on its prey.
She unabashedly quips, “By the looks of that bulge swelling up in your pants; I’d say that you are happy to see me.”
She seductively saunters over; being sure to emphasize all of her body’s feminine charms with every calculated movement … then, once standing right in front of me; she gently rubs her hand over the swelling bulge…
“It’s been awhile; hasn’t it, Casper?”
“I suppose it has.”
Veronica Childress … she had a crush on me since middle school; so, during our junior and senior high school years, I graciously gave her the opportunity of being my ‘number one girlfriend’. And, by ‘number one girlfriend’; I mean, she was the one that I spent the most time with out of all of my girlfriends.
Of course, she was okay with that; realizing that I was the Alpha’s son, at that time … and; also being how she understood and accepted how things work in a pack. … And besides, when I was busy with my other girlfriends; that gave her time to mess around herself. So; it was all good.
Then, while I was attending college, and my wife was home tending to our son; Veronica became my ‘number one booty-call’ … again; the one I called upon more frequently than the rest of them.
And, as the years went by, we began spending less and less time meeting each other; up until right after my wife became pregnant with Brianna … at which time, Veronica and I stopped keeping in contact. There really wasn’t any particular reason for it; we just seemed to have naturally drifted apart.
However … over the years … I have occasionally heard stories about her sexual escapades as the infamous ‘Madame X’; and, am aware that she’s been working up in our Anaheim office for the past five years, or so.
But, here she is standing in front of me; back in my life once again, I suppose … still gently rubbing that swelling bulge.
“I’ve heard through the grapevine that you’ll be marrying again, soon. Is that true?”
“Yes.” I devilishly grin at her. “Why … don’t tell me that you wanted to marry me?”
She coquettishly smiles. “Hmm … how should I put this … let’s just say that for now; I’m not exactly the marrying-type. But, then again; I don’t think I’ll need to marry you to get what I want … do I?”
“I don’t know … let’s go into my office, and find out; shall we?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
We make a beeline for my office; and, the first thing I do is to make sure I lock the door behind us. I turn to Veronica, and mischievously grin…
“So we’re not disturbed.”
She grins back. “No … we definitely don’t want that to happen.”
“Being that you’re my secretary; I’d normally tell you to hold all my calls during these situations. But, seeing how you’ll be an active participant this time; I don’t suppose I can ask you to do that, now.”
“No; I suppose you can’t. And, besides…” she playfully grins, “the only thing I want to hold right now is that big, thick cock of yours.”
“I think that can be arranged.”
She continues grinning. “Then, again; the more I think about it … instead of holding it in my hands; I think I’d prefer to have it up in my pussy.”
I mischievously grin. “That can also be arranged.”
She coquettishly smiles. “Well; I guess it’s true what they say, then … it must be good to be the boss.”
Veronica’s alluringly dressed in a snug fitting, low-cut cashmere blouse … with those two, hefty mounds of hers looking as if they’re on the verge of spilling out; while her plump, swollen nipples visibly poke through the sheer material. It’s so obvious that she isn’t wearing a bra.
Her tight-fitting miniskirt just barely falls past her upper-thighs; allowing for an occasional flashing glimpse of her red panties, as she moves about.
And; of course … her ensemble wouldn’t be complete without that pair of sleek, flesh-toned, nylon stockings; and, those black, stiletto high-heels.
“So, last I heard; you were working up in our Anaheim office. Is that true … and, if so, tell me; is this their standard dress code? Because, if it is; I may have to start making office inspections up there.”
“Don’t bother … this is an outfit I’ve specifically worn for the CEO, today.”
She kicks off her shoes; slides her hands up her miniskirt; pulls her panties down to her ankles, then shakes them off; and, sits up on my desk … exposing her throbbing, shaved pussy.
I can smell her pheromones rushing up from her rapidly moistening crotch, into the air. I take in an elongated sniff; and my fully-engorged dick feels like it’s ready to rip through my pants.
“Why are you just standing over there ‘pitching a tent’ in your pants?” She teasingly spreads her pussy lips wide open. “No need for formalities. Get over here, and stick it in me.”
I go over, open up my pants, and whip it out; then, I firmly grab her hips, and pull her in towards me; and finally, at last, slide my stiff cock up into her wet, hot pussy.”
There’s no denying it; it’s a familiar, welcoming sensation … like a warm, fuzzy, nostalgic feeling. Sort of like coming across, and slipping into an old … at one time favorite … pair of shoes, that have been long lost in the back of your closet.