This choice: With my secretary, Rosie (zebra) • Go Back...Chapter #2With my secretary, Rosie (zebra) by: Falcon   The promotion had come along with a personal secretary, a zebra named Rosie. Most of the younger women in the office building affectionally calls her Big Mama, due to her kind and helpful nature.
Rosie was considerably older than I was, in her early forties, and time seem to have been kind. Despite a cantankerous marriage and then subsequent divorce she's still the same according to everyone I've met — and had not aged much.
She even dress the part: she universally wore short, tight colorful dresses that somewhat uncomfortably highlighted her flat stomach, round wide hips and large pillowy ass, with deep v-necklines and eye-catching necklaces to draw attention to what was admittedly her best asset: her massive, pendulous, but gravity-defining breasts. Strappy heels highlighted her toned thighs; she had black-and-white mohawk (shaped like a wave) and thin, slightly dated glasses, and a smear of black lipstick added a dash of tiny desperation to the look. She was a lush, and was known for being flirty at office parties after a few drinks in a way that left most men uncomfortable in their pants.
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I felt sorry for her, and to be honest, a bit curious where things had gone wrong in her marriage. Our company had an internal directory where people could pictures and facts about themselves; one night I found myself browsing through her entries. Why would any man deny someone as sexy as her? Any hot-blooded male would be happy to be married and have sex with her every day.
But, she seemed to stave off her failed marriage with enthusiasm and slightly-too-racy photos. Her final picture was of her in a bikini on a beach, alone, clutching some kind of sweet-looking drink with an umbrella in it. I shook my head, feeling sad for what happened to her.
Melissa and I had slowed our sex lives down after the baby was born, and while this was a pretty turn-on, it at least reminded me of how long it'd been since we'd last had sex. The office was quiet, and I judged pretty much everyone had gone home; this probably wasn't the best idea, but I had a private office now, and so I fired up an incognito window and decided to take care of myself before heading home, where I certainly couldn't indulge.
A few minutes later, I heard a click as someone opened the door behind me. I'd forgotten to lock it. Panicked, I frantically switched windows as I turned to look behind me, trying to stuff my rock-hard erection back in my pants.
"Matt?" Rosie asked, poking her head in. Her golden eyes flew open like a bomb had gone off.
I looked back at my screen. I'd hidden the porn, definitely... By switching back to the picture of Rosie in a bikini. I had not successfully hidden my dick, which was still firmly in my hands.
Rosie stepped into the room with a predatory grin. She did not forget to lock the door. "Oh Matt, Matt, Matt..." she began.
"It's not what it looks like," I croaked.
"There's no need to be embarrassed," she said, striding confidently towards my chair where I was still trying to shove my dick back in my pants. I noticed she was carrying a full glass of wine; I wondered if it was her first. "I've thought you were hot for a while now too." She leaned over me, extending an arm towards my crotch and giving me a view straight down her shirt. "All you had to do was ask," she breathed into my ear, fishing her hand into my pants and preventing me from recovering. She began to slowly stroke me up and down. "We're going to have so much fun together."
My mind was racing for a quick way out. I knew what this looked like, and convincing her otherwise would be difficult. "I'm married," I blurted out.
She laughed, and pressed her thick lips against mine in a quick peck, still slowly stroking. "I know, Matt."
"I'm sorry, as much as I want this," I started, figuring I'd give her the white lie, "I can't do this."
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