I’ve got this super hot secretary named Kathy that I just can’t keep my mind off.  Let alone my hands!  But as an old saying goes, “You don’t shit in your own backyard”.  But I can only imagine what fucking her would be like.  Ok.. I’m getting a bit ahead of myself here. 

I own a small software company here in San Diego and employ about 40 folks.  Pretty much all of them a bit brighter than me.  I started out telling you this is a story about my secretary but really she runs the company.  Paying the bills, dunning slow-payers, answering the phone, etc.  But her biggest contribution is her presence at trade shows and on prospect calls.  We use our software to run our business so she is quite familiar with it’s capabilities and can demo the software like no other.  Her office is adjacent to mine and she’s forever giving me some hot up-skirt shots, or leans over my desk affording me views down her blouse, seeing those lovely mounds of tits encased by the sexiest of bras.  I practically have to sit on my hands to stop myself from reaching in and copping a handful of those lovely tits.  If I could video all of her actions, I’m sure I could stave off and potential suit but I have had experience with two close associates ending up terminating their careers with sexual harassment suits so this guy isn’t going to go there!  Even though I’m sure she is totally aware of what she’s showing and what’s probably being offered! 

Well another trade show was right around the corner. Katy had booked a three bedroom suite at the hotel that was hosting the show.  A sprawling complex built in the Mexican adobe style with lavish gardens and water ponds, palms etc.  A really beautiful location.  We also purchased floor-space on the exhibition hall for the product demonstrations that we’d/she’d be providing.  All these preparations I left in Kathy’s most competent hands. I arranged for a few technical folks to attend the conference, sit in on the various seminars, provide speaking on technology issues and promote our companies name.  This was intended to bring folks to our booth for demo’s and quantify them to join us in the suite for cocktails/snacks (can’t spell hou’r doures)  and get a better insight into the capabilities of our products. 

Kathy is smart enough to dress appropriately in support of a sales effort without any prompting from me.  You know what I mean:  Nice short skirts, a bit of cleavage showing and a dazzling smile that her creator gave her.  Plus, the fact that she does an incredible effort to keep her figure, something to behold.  Tight lil belly, firm ass and tits that are to die for. 

Damn I sure would have liked tasting a bit of that!  Hell, more than just a bit!   Little did I know, that was all soon to come true. 

Her and I checked into the hotel two days before the show was to start in order to set up the display booth, distribute the mounds of literature, rehearse the product demo’s and contract with various suppliers for the hospitality evening in the suite. 

This particular show was expecting to have over 3000 attendees’ and we had hopes of nabbing 100-150 prospects joining us in the suite throughout the night.  Well, the night before the show was to start, we had finished our preparation and adjourned to the lobby bar for much needed “attitude adjustment”.  I.e. cocktails!  Now a lobby bar is a bit different than your typical lounge.  These are made for relaxing with a cocktail, quiet enough for talking and generally more genteel than normal.  Comfortable seating around low coffee tables.  We selected an empty table, took our seats and discussed all those last minute details that seem to crop up at the last minute.  Oh, I may have forgotten to tell you that Kath was wearing a nice little black mini topped by a sheer white silk blouse that allowed anyone to see the very lacy bra beneath.  Both of which were so sheer that in the proper light, you could see the darkness of her nipples.  After taking our seats adjacent to each other Kath crossed her legs, kicked off one of her high heels and started massaging her foot, complaining that she’d been on her feet all day and that she was sore.  Me, being the consummate gentleman, offered to give her a relaxing foot rub while we wound down from the day’s preparation.  She jumped at the chance, removed her other shoe and slid her chair so that it was facing directly at me.  She lifted up her legs and laid her feet on my leg, just above my knees.  I commenced my efforts, a firm grip on each foot, firm enough that it wasn’t ticklish but not too firm.  Then bending each toe, one at a time.  Just a slight flex that caused her to slouch even deeper in her chair.  Her slouch caused her skirt to ride up as more of her legs came into view.  She leaned back, closed her eyes and just kept murmuring “Don’t stop”.. While I don’t have a particular foot fetish I was enjoying the massage plus the view being afforded kept me quite interested in continuing.  It wasn’t long that it was obvious that she was wearing thigh high stockings and her panties were nothing more than a lace panel covering her pussy.  I couldn’t pass this up so I pulled out my cell phone and snapped a few pics of her incredible display.  She noted one of my hands stopping the massage and opened her eyes to see what I was doing and almost caught me taking the photos.  I was quick enough to feign talking on the phone so she resumed her pose, laying back in the chair, her eyes closed, continuing her lovely display.  After not more than 10 minutes with constant comments on how well it felt she shifted her feet till they were firmly nestled against my cock.  At this point it was like a steel pipe!  I quit massaging her feet as she took over massaging my cock with her stocking covered feet to the point that I was worried that I was going to cum right there! Thankfully she abruptly sat up and said that she needed to visit the ladies room.  Phew.. I almost violated my oath of “shitting in my backyard”..  As she was leaving, she indicated that she’d like another cocktail while she was gone.  So, of course I snagged a waitress and had them waiting for her return.  When she did return after what seemed like eternity (what takes a woman 15 minutes to pee?) she altered her seating so that she was half on her side, her legs once again on my lap.  Looking down those lovely legs I was fucking shocked to see a pair of moist lips peeking out from that skirt.  She looked me dead in the eye once again, gave off a playful smile and pressed a bit more firmly on my cock with her feet.   

As her feet reached higher up the length of my cock she finally reached the point where the tip of my cock had been nestled in my pants.  Her stocking covered toes must have felt the moistness of my pants where my pre-cum left a spot…. Once she found that spot she wrapped her toes on the very end of my cock, looking me straight in the eye with a huge smile on her face.  But… as luck would have it.. I noted a few other employees making their way to our table but not before snapping a few more pics up her skirt, showing off her pussy lips, a few more down her legs till reaching her feet stroking my dick. 

I was kind enough to let her know that we were about to be joined by a few of her co-workers in order to allow her to get somewhat decent.  With that she turned a bit red in the face and made her self somewhat presentable.  Once the newbies joined us at the table and I ordered some more drinks I noted that the guy that had just joined us was sitting directly across the table from Kat.  It was quite amusing to watch him slouch down in his seat in order to get a better view up Kat’s skirt.  I kept watching him to see his expression once he discovered that she was going commando!  His expression was, as the saying goes:  “Priceless”!    Well, chatting for the next hour or so about tomorrow’s strategy, the details of the hospitality suite/party after the meetings we all pretty much adjourned for the evening with me walking back to the suite with Kath.  Once we reached the suite she announced that she needed to get comfortable, kicked off her heels and went into her portion of the suite.  Once I heard the shower running I quickly emailed my new photos to my website, uploaded them into one of our presentations.  Then I picked up her cell phone, clicked on recent calls and got her husbands phone number.  I was building a case of insurance if things progressed in the manner I was hoping!

After about a half hour or so she re-emerged back into the main portion of the suite dressed in a floppy sweatshirt (San Diego Chargers if you need to know), a pair of slippers and what I was to eventually to find out, just a tiny lil thong beneath.

I grabbed a beer for myself, asked her if she’d like anything and received a request for a light wine, to which I quickly responded.  Taking a seat on the couch, firing up the lap top, I asked her to join me in a review of tomorrow’s presentation, a slide show of our product.  As she’s progressing thru the PPS the fifth slide came up and it was one of my photos of her up-skirt. With a bit of alarm, she looked at me and I told her to continue.  The next click on the laptop brought up a later photo of her in the same pose but without her panties…showing off her pussy lips.  This was followed by subsequent photos from her face, down to her legs, up her skirt then to her hose covered feet caressing my cock.  With an angry look on her face she asked me “What the fuck are you doing with my pics on here?!”  I told her that after the cocktail party tomorrow evening one particular client of ours had a request that she was going to fulfill!  He had asked for a special “show” featuring her!  She started to raise all kinds of objections and in fact demanded that I delete those photos until I flipped over to my email window.  There on email, was a message all queued to go out to her husband with her pics attached!  Then when she came out with “what kind of show?”, I knew I had her in position!  In fact, I’m betting she really didn’t have a problem with the way things were going.