As usual the old maid secretary glared at her when she showed up at Brad's office.

"Is he expecting you?" Miss Smith said sternly.

Jessie breezed by. "You'll never learn, will you?"

Miss Smith winced. "Learn what?"

Jessie thrust her pointed tits out. "Oh skip it." She flounced off into Brad's office.

"I've been waiting for you," he said, rising up from his desk and crossing the room to greet her.

She grimaced. "That damn Miss Smith always makes me feel like a slut."

"She's just jealous."

"No woman has to look that dowdy. I think she's got a crush on you." Jessie giggled. "You've got to be kidding," Brad smiled, put his hands around her waist and undressed her with his eyes. He wasted no time in pushing his hands under her sweater and pawing her tits.

"Why don't you give her a thrill and slip it to her?" she asked. "Maybe I will."

"You know, I wouldn't mind being a fly on the wall if that happens."

He pushed her sweater up to her neck and squeezed her nipples.

"I'll let you know. Who knows what lurks under those baggy clothes she wears."

"Forget her," Jessie sighed. "I don't give a damn who you fuck as long as you take care of me now."

He pushed her bra down and lowered his head to her chest. He brushed his lips over her stiff nipples and murmured softly.

"I can tell you now I never thought you'd show me…"

"Do you like my tits?"

"Who wouldn't? They're big and sucky." She caught her breath and touched his cock through his pants. It felt stiff ad stood straight up. Immature or not, he had irresistible equipment.

She felt her face grow warm and flushed with raw desire.

"We can use the sofa," she said. "Let me take the rest of your clothes off."