Randy Howard

The secretary_s hot pants

CHAPTER ONE

Cunt was in the air.

Cindy Cox sniffed as she opened the door to the stockroom; the stink of sex was like a hot blast. She glanced automatically down to her crotch, tightening her legs, as though expecting it to be coming from her – and felt the old familiar itch as the walls of her cunt started to crawl. Jesus! In another minute she'd be sopping wet if she didn't get her mind on something else!

A giggle came from the back of the cavernous stockroom just as she was reaching for the light switch. Cindy froze, her sharp hazel eyes piercing the gloom that was relieved only by the skylight overhead.

"Zeke! Be careful – oh!"

"Shit, Elsie, you know you like it. What the fuck you fightin' for?"

"Because a girl doesn't want a man to think she's a pushover just because he's got a great big cock, that's why stop it, Zeke! You're getting me all slimy!"

"Just a little bit of love juice to show my prick wants you, Elsie. C'mon… mmmmmm!"

Cindy's breath expelled slowly from her throat. She wiped the back of her hand across dry lips as the unmistakable sounds of ticking grew louder, shook her chestnut hair. She should leave, leave the lovers to their illicit pleasures… but her feet were drawing her deeper into the stockroom, moving by their own volition, her stomach tightening, tightening. Oh, God! She could feel her wetness on the insides of her thighs.

The sounds were coming from the back row. The petite secretary moved silently through the stacks until she was one row away, and then moved along until she found a place where a small hole between wrapped packages of forms let her see through. She blinked, adjusting to the light level – and caught a flash of white as Zeke Perkin's naked buttocks rose into the air and fell again.

"Ohhhhh! Oh, Zeke – oh, yessssss! Yesssssss!"