Brad Harris

Turned on secretary

CHAPTER ONE

"Please!" Sheila whispered, pulling free of his embrace. She turned her face to the side as he tried to kiss her again. Her body still tingled with the excitement of his lips. Her breasts still throbbed from the feel of his chest against them.

"Why?" Walter asked her in a voice hoarse with desire. "Why not?"

He looked dawn and saw her tits heave beneath the soft nylon blouse. The sight of them made his cock stiffen. Damn, they had felt good against him. He clenched his hand, itching to cover one of her luscious globes in his palm. Her eyes were wide as she turned back to him. He saw the pleading expression and smiled warmly, hoping to reassure her.

"Look, Sheila," he told her. "You feel it. I feel it. What's wrong? After all, we aren't children any longer. You want to as much as I do."

"That's what's wrong," the redhead answered. "I do want to. Ohhh, Walt, you don't know how badly I want to."

She meant it. She did want to. She ached to have him caress and fondle her. She trembled at the thought of Walt slipping his big, warm cock between her legs. Her pussy quivered in anticipation of hard meat driving her to ecstasy. She wanted to fuck him. She had wanted him since the first time he caught her like this, in the small storage room, and kissed her.

"Then there's no problem at all. I'll meet you after work and we'll go to my place."

"No!" Sheila gasped. "Oh, no! I can't! Please, Walt, don't torment me like this. I'm married. I can't do it."

He pulled one of her hands into his groin. The girl could feel his hard cock trembling in excitement. She wanted to circle her fingers around it. She wanted to pull it from his pants and kiss it. She wanted to screw with him. She wanted that too much, far too much.