Christmas Week Hookup: Forbidden Affair with a Secretary in a Snowy Night
It was Friday, December 23, and the boss just dumped a pile of paper work on my desk to get done before our year-end in eight days. I was hoping to take a few days off over the Christmas week, but guess not now.
As I sorted through the paper work, some of it was insurance stuff. I just hate insurance paperwork, and I knew that asshole of an agent would be gone. Agents' have the easiest jobs, they take time off, take your money, and cry about how hard they work. Well the only good thing about this agent is his secretary.
She is a doll, she just turned 50. She has an hour glass figure, blonde hair, soft brown eyes. When she gets up to walk, all eyes are on her as she just drips in sex. Her assets are perfect, 36 C breast, slim waist, perfect ass and legs, you can tell she works out a lot to keep herself looking nice.
I grabbed the phone and called my agent's office. I knew that she would answer. She always does.
"Is Rusty in?" I asked her knowing just what her response would be.
"No he was gone till Wednesday." She told me. That figure the asshole never worked.
"I had some papers to drop off. How long will you be there?" I asked her.
She said, "I was planning on leaving around 4:00 p.m." I looked at my watch and it is 3:00 p.m. now.
"I will be leaving here shortly and should be at your office around 3:30 or so." I informed her.
We said our good byes and I hung up. I grabbed what papers I needed, made a couple of quick calls. Then I called my wife telling her what has happened, and I will be running late. I locked the office up and headed for my truck.
What a miserable day outside. It was half rain, half snow, and all slop. It was very slow going. It took longer than I thought, but I got to my agent's office around 3:45. I shut off the truck, and I went up to the office door. Dam it was locked up already. I knocked on the door about fifty times, but no answer. I grabbed my cell phone and tried calling, but just got the answering machine, telling me that the office is closed, and what the business hours were. I just hate them fucking machines.
I had noticed when I pulled up that her car is still in her parking space by the side door. So I walk to the side door and turned the knob it was locked, but I pushed on the knob, and the door opened, whoever left last didn't make sure that the door was securely closed. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me tightly.
I stood there for a few seconds, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, stopped at THE END
As I sorted through the paper work, some of it was insurance stuff. I just hate insurance paperwork, and I knew that asshole of an agent would be gone. Agents' have the easiest jobs, they take time off, take your money, and cry about how hard they work. Well the only good thing about this agent is his secretary.
She is a doll, she just turned 50. She has an hour glass figure, blonde hair, soft brown eyes. When she gets up to walk, all eyes are on her as she just drips in sex. Her assets are perfect, 36 C breast, slim waist, perfect ass and legs, you can tell she works out a lot to keep herself looking nice.
I grabbed the phone and called my agent's office. I knew that she would answer. She always does.
"Is Rusty in?" I asked her knowing just what her response would be.
"No he was gone till Wednesday." She told me. That figure the asshole never worked.
"I had some papers to drop off. How long will you be there?" I asked her.
She said, "I was planning on leaving around 4:00 p.m." I looked at my watch and it is 3:00 p.m. now.
"I will be leaving here shortly and should be at your office around 3:30 or so." I informed her.
We said our good byes and I hung up. I grabbed what papers I needed, made a couple of quick calls. Then I called my wife telling her what has happened, and I will be running late. I locked the office up and headed for my truck.
What a miserable day outside. It was half rain, half snow, and all slop. It was very slow going. It took longer than I thought, but I got to my agent's office around 3:45. I shut off the truck, and I went up to the office door. Dam it was locked up already. I knocked on the door about fifty times, but no answer. I grabbed my cell phone and tried calling, but just got the answering machine, telling me that the office is closed, and what the business hours were. I just hate them fucking machines.
I had noticed when I pulled up that her car is still in her parking space by the side door. So I walk to the side door and turned the knob it was locked, but I pushed on the knob, and the door opened, whoever left last didn't make sure that the door was securely closed. I stepped inside and closed the door behind me tightly.
I stood there for a few seconds, letting my eyes get adjusted to the darkness. I walked forward through the hallway, stopped at THE END
