OFFICE SURPRISE

copyright: Lesley Tara, 2011


The pretty young secretary sat astride an office chair, her hands tightly gripping its arm-rests, her legs spread wide apart, her short grey skirt rucked up around her waist and her lacy red panties dangling loosely from one of her ankles. Her face was flushed, her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was half-open, as she emitted a series of staccato panting gasps. The cause of her approaching climax was the tall dark-haired woman in her mid-30s who stood in front of her, with one foot placed on the chair. The sharply-pointed toe of its glossy black stiletto shoe was pressed firmly into the secretary’s cunt, as the young blonde ground her pussy against it with increasing force.

The older woman looked down at her secretary with the calm assurance of experience and complete control, and reached for the buttons of the younger woman’s shirt. After they were deftly undone, she pushed it off the blonde’s shoulders, revealing the matching red bra that encased her moderate but perky B-cup breasts. The brunette roughly thrust her hands inside its cups, seizing her junior’s nipples and firmly squeezing them. With a sudden harsh cry, the secretary arched her spine and flung her head back, thrusting her tits even more upwards. With the same convulsive spasm, she rammed her pelvis forwards, impaling her vagina even further on the spiky tip of the shoe, and her hips shuddered in the throes of a powerful orgasm.

The older executive had already discarded the tight pencil skirt of her smart two-piece suit, and now she removed its check-patterned jacket, letting it fall away to reveal her slim body, still firm and youthful from regular workouts at a ladies-only gym. She was wearing sheer black stockings which were suspended from a traditional garter-belt, a matching black lace underwired bra that supported her full 32E bust, and no panties at all. Her completely shaven cunt was inches from the young blonde’s face, and her secretary needed no further invitation or instruction. She gazed reverently at her boss’s mature prominent pubic mound and puffy partly-open labia. Wetting her lips, the blonde leaned forwards and eagerly slipped her tongue into her boss’s moist pink slit, probing her vagina and seeking her clitoris. The older woman still had a firm grasp of the blonde’s budding breasts, and as her climax built she rubbed and tweaked them, arousing her younger lover to even more passionate and frenzied efforts. In the final seconds, the older woman pulled and plucked the secretary’s engorged nipples almost viciously – so that they both cried out in a chorus of simultaneous sexual ecstasy.

Unknown to both women, there was in fact a third coinciding orgasm – but too far away for them to see or hear it. Two floors lower down in the large office block, I had been avidly watching their antics on a large full-color monitor screen, and had become more and more aroused with each step that had been taken in their sapphic minuet. I was sprawled in my chair, my beige uniform skirt discarded to my right and my lime green thong panties to my left, and my breathing was still ragged as I withdrew the two fingers which I had rammed deep into my own pussy to induce my climax.

Spent for a moment, I watched with pleasure the further unfolding of the scene in the office upstairs. The young blonde rose from the chair and pushed her boss a few steps backwards until her butt bumped against the front edge of her own wide desk, at which point the secretary fell to her knees between the older woman’s feet and began to pay homage to her cunt, lapping like an eager puppy. The statuesque brunette receiving these worshipful oral attentions leant backwards and placed one outstretched arm behind her, braced on the desk top for support.

Neither the departmental manager – Ms Janvier, a striking 34-year-old of French-Canadian ancestry, with long straight chestnut-brown hair and full pouty lips – nor her sweet blonde 20-year-old secretary, Laura, had any idea that they were under observation, and of course officially there were not. However, there are some advantages to being Chief of Security for the corporation headquarters’ building, and I had expertise in undercover surveillance from my previous career in the police force. I had been aware of Ms Janvier’s predatory lesbianism for some time, and of her propensity to seduce the youngest and prettiest amongst her subordinate staff, but she had an unerring instinct for those who were already willing or who could be tempted along the sapphic path, and there had never been a complaint made against her. So, when she acquired this particularly pretty young blonde, a real all-American sweetheart type, as her new personal secretary a month ago, I was keen to see what would transpire – for Laura’s bright-eyed perkiness and bouncing trim butt drew me like a magnet as well.

I knew that Ms Janvier was regularly getting Laura to stay on at the end of the working day for an hour or more to catch up with work and for ‘training sessions’, as she had carefully notified my department of their continued presence after normal hours and insisted that there be no interruptions. I had a shrewd idea of exactly what the authoritative executive was teaching her inexperienced aide, and made my own plans. I acquired a couple of micro-miniature pin-hole cameras, which it was easy to conceal on the upper shelves of Ms Janvier’s office, hidden amongst older box-files that were unlikely to be moved. Their feed was then patched in by a wire-free link to our high-powered and very expensive security system, but their operation and recordings were hidden under passwords known only to me.

Today was the first opportunity to use them, and I had let my own assistant leave at 5.30 p.m., assuring him that I would secure the upper floors of the building for the night – which I do fairly regularly, so it did not seem at all odd. As soon as he had left to check the lower floors on his way out, I locked the control-room from the inside, activated the hidden cameras – and hit the jackpot first time, watching the raunchy lesbian fuckfest with fascination and mounting desire.

Now I sat up from the position into which I had slumped whilst masturbating myself, and wiped my dripping pussy and cum-coated fingers with some tissues. I typed in the commands which closed down the cameras – for I had more than enough material already, and in pin-sharp definition. Next, I removed the DVD disc upon which I had recorded the whole episode, and stowed it away safely in my briefcase. Then I crossed to my personal filing cabinet, unlocked it and removed a bulky object from the very back of the top drawer. A moment later I picked up my wide A-line uniform skirt from the floor and fastened it over my hips again, its hem hanging three inches below my knees and slightly overlapping the tops of my brown leather boots. My uniform was completed by a khaki shirt and a dark brown tie, but I left the beige jacket which matched the skirt hanging on its peg beside the door.

Taking my small shoulder-bag, I exited from the security center, carefully locking it behind me. I only had to wait a few seconds for the elevator, for by this time – around 5.45 p.m. – the building was almost deserted – our cleaning staff work an early morning shift, rather than an evening one. When I reached the twelfth floor, I moved quickly but very quietly down the corridor and through the outer office section of Ms Janvier’s department, until I was outside the door of her inner sanctum. Listening for a moment, I heard the faint moans which reassured me that they were still in flagrante delicto, and I smiled hawkishly in anticipation.

Very carefully, making no sound, I unlocked the office door with my security master key. Then, before they had any chance to realise what was happening, I swung the door wide open and stepped briskly through, saying in a loud hail:

‘Well now, and what’s going on here?’

Ms Janvier was the first to react, her face going blank with shock as she clutched the rim of the desk behind her for support.