I had been staring at the clock for what felt like hours, the seconds hand ticking away with a cruel slowness that seemed to mock my impatience. The office was unusually quiet, the kind of silence that only comes from a storm of thoughts brewing behind closed doors. My door swung open, and there she was, Hasel, the new secretary. She was a vision of intellect wrapped in thick, oversized clothing, her glasses perched precariously on the bridge of her nose as she glanced around, taking in her new surroundings with a cautious curiosity.
"Good morning, Mr. Z," she greeted me, her voice a soft melody that seemed out of place in the sterile environment of my office.
"Morning," I grumbled, my eyes tracing the lines of her figure, hidden as it was beneath layers of fabric. There was something about her that stirred a memory, a feeling from a time long past. She reminded me of someone, someone I hadn't thought about in years – the daughter of our house help, a girl who had been my silent obsession during the long, languid summers of my youth.
Hasel shifted uncomfortably under my gaze, and I realized I had been silent for too long. "Take a seat," I offered, gesturing to the chair across from my desk. She sat, her movements precise and deliberate, betraying a nervousness that I found oddly endearing.
As she organized her notepad and pen, I allowed my mind to wander back to those summers, to the afternoons spent watching her from the shadows of the balcony, my young body discovering the pangs of desire for the first time. Hasel's presence brought those feelings rushing back with an intensity that was both unsettling and exhilarating.
"Is there anything specific you'd like me to start with?" Hasel asked, her eyes meeting mine, a spark of intelligence and determination burning behind her lenses.
"Just familiarize yourself with the filing system for now," I replied, my voice steady despite the thoughts racing through my mind. "Aaron from HR will be in later to go over the rest of your orientation."
She nodded and stood up, her movements efficient and purposeful. As she turned to leave, I couldn't help but watch the sway of her hips, the way her clothes clung to her body, hinting at the curves beneath. The door closed behind her, and I was left alone with my thoughts once again.
The day dragged on, my mood darkening with each passing hour. The stack of paperwork on my desk seemed to grow with a life of its own, each document a testament to the tedium of my existence. I needed a distraction, something to break the monotony.
The knock on my door was soft, almost hesitant. "Come in," I called out, not looking up from my desk.
The door creaked open, and Hasel peeked her head inside. "I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, her voice laced with a timidity that was at odds with the confidence she had displayed earlier.
"Not at all," I assured her, finally lifting my gaze to meet hers. "What can I do for you?"
Hasel stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. "I just wanted to thank you for the opportunity," she began, her words tumbling out in a rush. "I know I'm new here, and I want to make a good impression. If there's anything else you need me to do, just let me know."
I leaned back in my chair, studying her for a moment. There was an eagerness to please in her eyes that ignited a spark of desire within me. "Well, Hasel," I said, my voice taking on a low, seductive tone, "there is one thing you could help me with."
Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of apprehension crossing her features. "Of course, Mr. Z," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "What do you need?"
I stood up and walked around the desk, closing the distance between us. "Call me Z," I instructed, my gaze never leaving hers. "And what I need... is for you to relax."
Hasel swallowed hard, her eyes darting to the door and then back to me. "I'm not sure I understand," she admitted, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and excitement.
I reached out and gently tilted her chin upwards, forcing her to meet my gaze. "I think you do," I murmured, my thumb tracing the soft skin of her jawline. "I've seen the way you look at me, Hasel. The way your body responds to my presence. Don't deny it."
She blinked rapidly, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "I... I don't know what you're talking about," she stammered, but the flush creeping up her neck betrayed her.
"Liar," I whispered, my hand moving to the nape of her neck, pulling her closer. "I can see it in your eyes, the way they dilate when I'm near. The way your pulse quickens."
Before she could protest further, I closed the gap between us, capturing her lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. For a moment, she stood frozen, her body rigid with surprise. But as I coaxed her mouth open with my tongue, she melted into me, her hands clutching at my shirt as she returned the kiss with a fervor that matched my own.
I backed her up against the door, my hands roaming over her body, exploring the contours of her hips, her waist, her breasts. She moaned into my mouth as I palmed her through the fabric of her blouse, her nipples hardening under my touch.
"Fuck, Hasel," I groaned, breaking the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down her neck. "You're so damn responsive."
"Oh god," she gasped, her head falling back against the door as I continued my assault on her senses. "This is... it's so wrong."
"Does it feel wrong?" I asked, my fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her blouse. She shook her head, her eyes dark with lust as I parted the fabric to reveal a plain, utilitarian bra. I smirked, my fingers tracing the edge of the material before dipping inside to caress her bare skin.
With a swift motion, I unclasped her bra, freeing her breasts. They were perfect, round and full, with dusky pink nipples that begged to be sucked and bitten. I lowered my head, capturing one peak between my lips while my hand massaged her other breast.
Hasel's fingers threaded through my hair, holding me close as I lavished attention on her nipples. "Z, we can't... not here," she protested weakly, even as her hips ground against mine, seeking friction.
"Shh," I soothed, lifting my head to claim her mouth once more. "No one's going to disturb us."
My hand slid down her body, fingers skimming over her belly to the waistband of her skirt. I tugged it up, groaning when I discovered she wasn't wearing any panties underneath. "You naughty girl," I growled, slipping a finger between her folds to find her drenched. "You came to work like this?"
Hasel whimpered as I stroked her clit, her legs trembling with the effort to remain standing. "I... I didn't think anyone would find out," she admitted, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
I chuckled darkly, adding another finger to her pussy and pumping them in and out of her tight, wet heat. "Oh, I've found out, and now I'm going to fuck you right here, against this door, until you scream my name."
With my free hand, I fumbled with my belt and pants, releasing my rock-hard cock. I positioned myself at her entrance, the tip of my dick teasing her swollen lips. "Look at me, Hasel," I commanded, and she obeyed, her eyes locking onto mine as I thrust into her with one powerful stroke.
"Fuck!" she cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders as I filled her completely. I stilled for a moment, allowing her to adjust to my size, before beginning to move.
Each thrust was a claiming, a declaration of the desire that had been building since the moment she walked into my office. I fucked her hard and fast, the sound of our bodies colliding and our mingled moans echoing off the walls.
"You feel so fucking good," I grunted, my pace relentless. "So tight. So wet. Tell me you want this, Hasel. Tell me you want my cock."
"I want it," she panted, her eyes glazed with pleasure. "I want your cock, Z. Don't stop. Please, don't stop."
Her words spurred me on, and I drove into her with renewed vigor, my fingers finding her clit once more. I circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Come for me, Hasel," I demanded, and she did, her inner walls clamping down on my cock as she rode out her orgasm. The sensation of her convulsing around me was too much, and with a final, deep thrust, I followed her over the precipice, filling her with my hot, sticky cum.
We stayed there for a moment, our bodies still intimately connected as we caught our breath. Slowly, I withdrew from her, tucking my softening cock back into my pants. Hasel hastily adjusted her clothing, her cheeks still flushed from our encounter.
"I should... get back to work," she murmured, avoiding my gaze.
I caught her chin, forcing her to look at me. "This isn't over, Hasel," I warned her, my voice low and serious. "Not by a long shot."
She nodded, her eyes wide and filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation. "I know," she whispered, before slipping out of my office and closing the door behind her.
As I returned to my desk, I couldn't help but smile. The day had taken an unexpected turn, but I had a feeling that things at the office were about to get a lot more interesting. And as for Hasel... well, I had a feeling she was going to be a very quick learner.