Secretary 4 Part 2
Over the next weeks things naturally continued. We chatted more and more about our home lives and life in general. It became usual for her to give me a kiss (on my cheek) when she left each evening and on Friday she would give me a hug. As the weeks went by these were tighter and longer but still platonic.
She suggested I take her out for lunch or drinks in the evening and I said given the age difference everyone would assume she was my sugar baby and I did not want people to think of her like that. We agreed to a drinks night in the office every week. She would tell her husband that she had met a girl in another office in the building and would go for a weekly drink and I said I would tell my wife I had a client dinner.
During these evenings I would teach her about different wines. We explored mainly French (white burgundy and red Bordeaux) but occasionally I would bring a new world wine.
After a couple of drinks she would tease mercilessly. It was always a button dress day and extra buttons were undone during the evening until just one held the dress together. One evening she unbuttoned all buttons and she had taken off her bra and was wearing a transparent sheer black thong. This was my first full view of her very small and pert breasts. Her pussy was bare except for a small thin line of hair above the lips and there was a clear wet patch formed.
She smiled and said that she had some money over from the £500 I had originally given her and she thought she would treat herself to some new underwear. On the basis that I had paid she thought I should see her in one of them.
I said she looked lovely and I was very excited and enjoying the evening. She said she was excited too but we had to keep to the same rules “look but not touch”.
I asked her how many pairs she had bought and she said two. I gave her £300 and said buy more and you can wear every day.
Of course, with the drinking she became even more flirtatious and at the end we hugged twice. Once before she buttoned the dress back up so I had bare breasts pressed into my chest and the second time with the dress rebuttoned. The kiss on the second hug was on the lips. No tongue, still respectful but not entirely platonic either.
I wanted to run my hands over her body so badly but this was her game and by playing by her rules things were progressing. I was rock hard every day for virtually all day and I must have masturbated twice or three times a day after all I was seeing.
From then on, the goodbye kiss every day was on the lips and the Friday hug lasted at least 2 to 3 minutes with some light kissing.
Life was good.
Part 3 to follow
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