The telephone repairman arrived.

Luckily, I didn't have a cold.
Imagine burying your face between a girl's thighs, passionately savoring her honey pot.
When the sweetest moment arrives, getting adequate air can be a problem; especially since this girl
's short skirt is covering your head, and to make matters worse, you're squeezed into a small space with
hard surfaces on three sides, and the remaining side facing the girl we're discussing.
So, in this situation, if I also had a stuffy nose from a cold, it would be troublesome. Fortunately
, I didn't have a cold.
Undoubtedly, you must find it strange that I've fallen into such a perverted predicament? However, on the other
hand, you probably don't care why I'm in this situation; you just want to hear my description of how to have sex with this girl!
It's really difficult!
In fact, I only went there to fix the phone. The office was on the
52nd floor of the tallest building on Wall Street, and the layout was impressive. I guessed it might be a law firm, but I usually
wouldn't pay attention to being assigned there; I just went in, fixed the phone, and came out; and they wouldn't
pay me by the hour.
The receptionist handed me over to a junior employee, who led me inside, pointed out the problematic
phone, and then left. The room was empty, but a large, old-fashioned desk was pressed
against the wall, indicating that someone was using it.
After testing the phone, I followed the wiring to the telephone junction box, which naturally had to be hidden
behind that large desk. Not wanting to move the behemoth, I pushed my chair aside and crawled under the desk. It was
indeed cramped and dark. I took out a flashlight and screwdriver to get to work.
Just as I was about to open the phone case, I heard soft footsteps approaching the desk. Before I could
even speak, the person who made the footsteps sat down, pulled the chair in, and kicked me in the back with one foot,
followed by a startled gasp… It definitely sounded like a woman… The chair immediately slid away.
I turned my head, but from my position, all I could see was a leg from the knee down.
“I’m fixing the phone,” I explained quickly. “I’m checking the box inside.”
“Oh,” a sweet, relieved voice said, “you really startled me.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, it won’t take more than a few minutes.”
“Really… oh, really,” the voice said, “I, I have to
type this letter for my boss right away. He has to leave, you know, and he’s in a hurry.”
Well, I guess a gentleman would climb out of his desk and wait for her to finish typing,
but I had three more places on my to-do list for the day, and I really didn’t want to stand there
wasting time staring at my toes, so I said, “It’s alright, ma’am, you can start typing. It won’t
interfere with my repair.”
A pause…
“Ah, okay,” she said hesitantly, “if you’re sure you can still…”
“No problem.” I said, turning to work on the phone connection box.
She moved her chair closer to the desk, carefully placing her feet next to my crouching body. I heard a piece
of paper get caught in the typewriter, followed by the rapid clicking of typing. For a while, I couldn't help but wonder why such a luxurious
and grand company didn't provide secretaries with computers for word processing... let alone use modern office
furniture. But this "fleeting moment" was short-lived, because something more interesting caught my attention,
such as the legs beside me.
Of course, I should have expected it; but from another perspective, she should have expected it too;
legs so close to a woman's, coupled with a light, slightly smoky scent, mixed with some of her own unique internal smells, quickly
affected my attention, not to mention my penis. Several times I stared at the telephone line in front of me,
completely unaware of what I was looking at, and finally decided to surrender to my instincts. I turned my head and
examined the pair of calves in front of me in the beam of the flashlight.
I didn't see her upper body, but her legs alone made my mouth water. She wasn't crossing her legs
, just lightly together, her feet flat on the floor. I was pleased to find she wasn't wearing stockings. Her
short skirt, when she sat, rode high above her knees, revealing smooth, hairless, and beautifully curved calves
with dimples on her knees—very sexy. Her thighs were a sweet temptation, gradually swelling before
disappearing into her skirt.
I don't know what I was thinking, or even if I was thinking at all. I guessed this might get me into big
trouble, but in the current situation, instinct controlled me. A man's penis is always reckless. Anyway
, it happened. I moved around in the confined space, placing my hand on her calf, just
above her ankle.
The typewriter suddenly stopped. I froze, and so did she. I didn't know what would happen next
. Would she kick me in the face? Scream? Call the police (or the military police captain)?
A long, chilling pause… long enough for me, actually, maybe
only 10 to 15 seconds, then the typing resumed.
Wow! If that letter wasn't more important than anything in the world, then maybe this girl wanted to play a game,
whichever it was… fine.
Very slowly, very gently, I moved my hand up, the typewriter started vibrating wildly, the typing even
faster than before. Her legs felt as smooth and delicious as they looked. My hand slowly traced
the curve of her calves up to her knees, and when I paused there, my alluring typing lady still didn't
react.
Did she think I was considering whether to continue? At least I could guarantee I wouldn't give up halfway… I just
changed to a better position, turning myself to face her legs, trying to make myself more comfortable in a half-squat, so
I was closer to my goal. I began to explore her left leg, more freely and fully than before,
but still staying below the knee. Just as I was about to go deeper, I heard
the sound of paper being pulled from the typewriter. Just as I was wondering if my pleasurable activity was about to end, another piece of paper was immediately pulled in, and typing resumed.
Encouraged by this
, I let my hands slide over her slightly concave knees, toward her sweet, plump thighs
. I won't deny that I was extremely excited. In this strange situation, and with the soft,
pleasant touch of her skin between my fingers, my heart was pounding. As my hands approached her skirt, I felt my already
engorged penis become even harder.
Her skirt wasn't the kind that was too tight; both hands could slide in at the same time. I felt a slight
tremor in my palms—the first real reaction I felt from her. As my hands slid down, the
sound of the typewriter continued. When I touched the edge of her panties and inserted my fingers, I heard the typing sound
become erratic, and her legs opened, albeit only slightly.
As my hands slipped into her panties, her legs opened wider, and with a forward press, my fingers touched her
warm, moist, soft vulva, while I heard panting from above.
As I caressed her alluring vulva, my mouth grew increasingly dry, while her genitals grew
wetter with each touch. As my fingers explored, my captivating partner shifted her hips
forward on the chair, allowing me more freedom of movement. Soon, her gluteal muscles began to contract. As I
slowly inserted a finger into her tight, mysterious cave, the typewriter noticeably slowed. Besides the typing noise
, I could hear her panting rising
in pitch. When I found her lovely clitoris and began to work on it, the panting turned into low moans, and she intensified her lower body's writhing.
Just then, I heard a "beep" from above, her moans stopped, and a "click" followed .
A woman's voice, trying to maintain a steady tone, said, "Yes, yes, boss?"
It sounded like she was speaking into the intercom.
"Have you finished typing that letter, Miss Jeffrey?" a man's voice came through. "I'd like
your signature as soon as possible."
"Yes, boss, just a few more minutes."
Click.
The typewriter started up again, and I guessed there wasn't much time left. I pulled her panties away
and then gripped them tightly, pulling them down. Typing continued, but the beautiful Miss Jeffrey lifted her buttocks
from the seat, allowing me to easily pull her panties down to her ankles and then pull them off completely.
I spread her knees as wide as possible and buried my head between her thighs, pushing upwards
until my greedy mouth met her luscious vulva. I felt her body convulse
. As I began to work with my tongue on her wet, luscious genitals, her muscles tensed even more, and
the moans that reached my ears grew louder.
Therefore, as mentioned at the beginning, I was glad I didn't have a cold. I desperately needed a breath of fresh air. My
mouth was glued to her vulva, sucking and licking, feasting on it. I thrust my tongue deep into her
, until I felt it was about to detach from the base of my tongue and remain inside. Then I pulled my tongue back and continued licking
her clitoris, which felt like a hard button. The speed of my typing was like a crazy race car. I heard her start to murmur and gurgle
. As I whipped her little clitoris with my tongue, circling it rapidly, and pressing it with the tip of my tongue,
attacking it from every angle, her voice reached its peak. Then, her body suddenly stiffened, and she lifted her trembling
legs off the seat, pressing her vulva tightly against my face. Her low growl indicated that an orgasm was imminent
, and I immediately quickened my movements.
“Oh!” she screamed, “Oh!!”
Just then, I heard a door slam shut, and she let out a startled gasp, her tone noticeably
different from before. Before I could figure out what was happening, she deftly pushed her chair all the way back into the desk, almost
squeezing me against the wall, but this conveniently hid me from everyone else in the office
.
“Are you done typing, Miss Jeffrey?” an impatient male voice asked.
“Yes, yes, boss.” Her voice sounded strange, and her legs were still trembling. I wondered
what her expression was like.
“I just finished typing.” Then I heard the sound of paper rolling out of the typewriter.
“Okay, let me sign it. I need to get out of here quickly.” I heard him approach the desk,
the scratching of his pen on the paper. “Alright, mail it out quickly. I’m leaving, Miss Jeffrey.”
“Yes, boss.”
His footsteps faded into the distance.
“Oh, and one more thing,” he said, “has anyone come in to fix the phone?”
“No, no, boss, nobody’s been here.”
“Damn phone company!” he muttered, and the door closed.
As she slid her chair out, I took a deep breath, stiffly climbed off my desk
, and was about to get up when the woman left her seat and came to the floor.
This was our first chance to look at each other, and heaven knows, she could very well be incredibly ugly—many dinosaurs
have beautiful legs from behind.
But I was on a lucky day; Miss Jeffrey was a beautiful young woman with dark hair, deep
brown eyes, and a full bust, but I didn’t have time to admire her properly.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, “Oh, God, fuck me now!”
This… what a strange coincidence… exactly what I was thinking. Before I could even begin,
she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer, her lips rolling across my face, her breasts pressing against
my chest. She pulled her skirt up above her waist, and as soon as I unzipped my pants and pulled out my taut, rock-hard
penis, it was immediately swallowed whole, completely inside me. She wrapped her legs around me, her feet gripping
my back tightly, and then we fucked like madmen in the 60s.
Continuing the intense sensations, she almost immediately climaxed, her body convulsing and trembling. I
almost followed suit, but I managed to hold back. Even after her orgasm, she was still as
hot as a piston. We rolled around on the carpet. I wish this office had soundproofing.
Her trembling voices, growls, moans, and the rapid-fire profanities were simply unbearable
for any cultured ear.
She screamed during her second orgasm, and at that moment I reached my peak, forcefully
ejaculating deep inside her.
We collapsed there, panting and sweating, neither of us strong enough to get up
and lock the door; I guessed it was too late anyway.
After a while, I stood up unsteadily and said,
still a little out of breath, "Well..." "I think we should get the phone fixed."
Miss Jeffrey didn't say a word, just lay there, gazing up at me with dreamy eyes. I
stared intently at her beautiful face, her full breasts, her greedy vulva, her perfect legs, for a long time
.
"I'll reconsider," I said. "I'll come back tomorrow."

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