Office hours

‘Corinne, can you come into my office please?’ I said over the intercom. ‘And bring your notebook with you.’

‘Coming!’ she replied almost instantly.

My name is Jimmy Small. I’m 30 years old, single and I’m the director of Small’s Business Solutions, a small company which, like it’s name says , provides professional help to various businesses. Corrine Thomas is my beautiful, 25 year old secretary.

The door opened a few minutes later and Corrine walked in.

She is about 1.5 metre tall with light brown shoulder length hair with natural blonde streaks in it. She has a beautiful oval face with forget-me-not blue eyes and a smile that could brighten the saddest hearts.

Today, she was wearing a light blue button-up blouse over her (I figured) c-cup breasts. A matching above knee-length skirt completed her attire.

Corrine had just given birth to a beautiful baby girl three months ago. Unlike most women I know, she had quickly regained her beautiful figure; the only thing that gave away the fact that she was a mother were her enlarged breasts.

‘Yes Jimmy?’ she inquired as she sat down on the chair opposite my desk and crossed her lovely legs.

‘Um’ I mumbled, my eyes momentarily glued to her sexy tanned legs.

‘There is this letter that is supposed to be sent tomorrow to Michael and sons, the law firm downtown.’

I paused as I lowered my eyes once again to her thighs, smooth and brown. I could almost see my hands stroking them in long strokes, under her skirt to her…

‘Jimmy,’ she said, abruptly bringing me back to reality, ‘You ok?’

‘Um… yes. They invited us to the opening of their new building. I thought you could write them a letter thanking them for their invitation’ I said my eyes dropping to the swell of her breasts, slowly rising and falling with each breath.

She looked at me with her beautiful doe eyes and I could feel my cock twitch in my pants.

‘Ok lets start.’ she said taking the initiative.
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We were halfway through the letter and unconsciously I was staring at her breasts when I noticed a wet patch growing on her blouse over the left breast. A similar one was growing as rapidly over her right breast.

Corrine, wondering why I was silent all of a sudden raised her eyes from the notebook, and then following my gaze looked at her blouse.

‘Oh my God!’ she gasped as she saw the patches.

She dropped the pen and notebook on the floor and tried to cover the patches with the palm of her hands.

Before I could utter a word, she had stood up and was turning toward the door. However she tripped in one of the chair legs and fell down on the carpeted floor. I rushed to her rescue.

‘You okay?’ I asked her as I helped her into a sitting position on the floor.

It was then that I saw that she was crying, tears running from her eyes and down her cheek. Her face was red.

‘Nothing broken?’ I asked her.

She shook her head and continued sobbing.

‘It’s ok, it’s ok.’ I whispered soothingly as I held her close and gently rocked her back and forth. I felt her warm tears seep through my shirt but I did not care. Her small frame and large breasts were pushed against my hard body as she continued sobbing softly.
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‘You must think me weird crying like that’ she said a few minutes later after I had gotten her a cup of coffee and she had sat down on the couch next to my desk.

‘Not at all’ I said smiling gently. ‘It’s good to cry once in a while. It helps clear the system.’

‘Now do you mind telling me what’s going on?’

She looked at me timidly and she blushed deep red.

‘It’s embarrassing’ she said, avoiding eye contact, her fingers trembling slightly in her lap.

‘That’s what I’m here for, for all those embarrassing situations’ I replied encouragingly.

After a few seconds of uncertain silence, she began her story.

‘I got pregnant with Annie about a year ago. My husband, Paul, wasn’t very happy about it but he insisted on us getting married before the birth. I always had a feeling that his parents put him up to it. They are very strict, you know, being fervent Catholics and all. Anyway, I gave birth to Annie a few months ago. When I was in maternity leave, I always breast-fed her during the day but now that I’m working, I can’t do that anymore.’

She paused and looked timidly at me. She continued.

‘When I’m working here, my breasts…um…they always leak a little milk but today, it looks like…milk has gushed out from them.’

I looked at her and smiled gently.

‘I understand.’ I said, my eyes fixed on the drying patches on her blouse. ‘I had a lady friend who had the same problem as you. However, unlike you, she wasn’t at all ashamed of it. She said it turned men on.’

I looked at her face intently.

‘Including me’ I added as an afterthought.

I slowly brought my left hand to her left breast. I touched it gently, running my fingers over the wet fabric. I could see the outline of her nipple, slowly getting hard.

‘What are you doing?’ she moaned, her voice thick with desire, as she realised that it was my hand caressing her breast.

At that moment, a gush of warm milk erupted from both her breasts.

My forefinger gently circled her nipple, watching it poke out through the blouse.