She had asked him to sit down in the chair. Her boss had left her in charge, but he had gone on a two-week business trip to Houston.

“It's really cool to sit in the boss's chair, but why did you ask me to come here? I thought I was just supposed to help out a little with the ladder?” Benjamin Ripes, 19, a 6'3" boy with curly straw-blond hair, light blue eyes, and an expression that betrayed a youthful awkwardness and cluelessness, often had the appearance of a funny, bewildered rascal; a young man who was still a teenager but yet somehow striding purposefully through life.

“Would you like something to drink?” Benjamin declined politely, but was puzzled. It was his naive youthful inexperience that prevented him from seeing the obvious when dealing with Monique, the 40-year-old secretary who was familiar with the executive suite in the building. Monique was 5'9", half Argentinean, half American. She had been appointed secretary to this office a year ago and had quickly established a good rapport with the men in the building, in no small part thanks to her incredibly smooth, long, dark hair; her eyes, which exuded determination and self-confidence; and her full, naturally soft lips and skin that had lost none of its purity with age. Her black glasses gave her a youthful look, and her clearly defined breasts emphasized her femininity. Above all, however, it was the confidence that captured the male attention. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and for whom words had meaning.

Since she had moved to the area and ventured out on her daily walk to the office, two young men in the park right next door had caught her eye. They were skaters, whose names she soon found out: Marc and Nick, one 20, the other 22. She had become the object of their youthful interest, for which the experience of an older attractive woman was undoubtedly part of the appeal.

Marc and Nick had each tried different strategies to win her attention. Marc tried to impress her with his background—as an independent young man who had already traveled the world and would take over his father's family business in a few years, he hoped to project independence and maturity. Nick was eager to pull the same tricks he used on other girls: he was muscular, athletic, tall, and his skateboard cap, ragged t-shirt and light blue jeans were part of a simple outfit that showed off a body that was anything but simple.

She found both boys “cute,” but more in the sense of “cute if I were your age.” However, she knew—her office window on the 4th floor gave her a wonderful view of the park—that both boys had a wide selection of women to choose from, and they made good use of it—Marc more secretly, Nick more openly. The boys did not know what she knew about them.

But it was only a few weeks ago, when a third young man joined the group, that she consciously listened to what the boys were saying: Benjamin, a 19-year-old student who worked as a lifeguard in the swimming pool on the other end of the town and did a lot of social volunteer work. He seemed a little more inconspicuous than the other two, but that was mainly because he had been new to the group.  

One evening, when Nick gave Monique a lustful look as she walked through the park on her way home, it was Benjamin who first shook his head and gave Nick an awkward smile, then glanced briefly at Monique. Monique had looked at him from the side, having otherwise been used to seeing him from the office window. He was tall and blond, with remarkably curly hair. He had strong legs from swimming, and an upright posture. His features were innocuous, but he had a beautiful face contour and symmetry. His blue eyes had also caught her attention.

That week, Benjamin had sat down in the chair. She approached him from behind, briefly touching his shoulder and caressing his neck with her gentle fingers. He wasn't used to being touched so sensually by a woman.

She gently caressed his arms. They were very supple and felt soft. She felt his hair, and she liked it very much. Benjamin felt an enormous sense of arousal building up inside him—he could feel the blood slowly leaving his head. Nevertheless, he tried to control himself.

However, it became more and more difficult for him. Monique enjoyed savoring her feminine charms. She gently reached under his sweater with one hand and touched his chest.

Benjamin was athletic – quite athletic, in fact. He didn't look like a muscleman from the outside, but he was really in good shape. Monique liked men who didn't show off what they had, but focused on what they had.

Benjamin lifted his head and looked at her. Their eyes met. She saw in his eyes his youthful admiration, his masculine lust, his unabashed curiosity.

She had probably already decided before, but now she felt the urge to do what she was about to do. Until the very end.

She slowly walked in front of his chair, allowing Benjamin a glimpse of her skirt. They looked into each other's eyes again, Benjamin's expression frozen with his gaze fixed and his head raised, Monique's gaze accompanied by a smile.

Then she knelt on the floor and slid over Benjamin's chest again. She was eager to give him the best blowjob he had ever had, and she wanted him to remember this scene in the chair.

She gently opened his belt without lowering her gaze. She could already feel Benjamin's desire making itself felt in his bulging pants... She pulled down his zipper and saw his black, loose-fitting boxer shorts, in which his bulge was clearly visible. Benjamin was, as her intuition (and her quick glance at the park) had suggested, a very well-endowed man.

She wanted to save that part for later and first let Benjamin squirm, kissing his right thigh. Benjamin was obviously struggling to pull himself together, but he was still able to keep his poker face.

She enjoyed feeling the battle in Benjamin, but she was determined to win the fight. She gave him a few more gentle kisses on his thigh, sliding from bottom to top. When she reached the top, she began to slide her tongue down his thighs until she reached his foot.

She slid to the other side, kissed Benjamin's lower leg until she reached the top of his thigh, and let the tip of her tongue glide along there too. Benjamin had great difficulty suppressing his verbal reactions. He couldn't suppress his other reactions, and she felt his penis bulge even more and accidentally touched it with her chin as she moved toward his chest.

She pulled his pants off completely, threw them on the chair opposite to them, and suggested that Benjamin take off his sweater. When he did so, she was able to catch a glimpse of his bare chest—a magnificent specimen of a young man.

She began to circle his nipples with her tongue – first one, then the other. She enjoyed the feel of his nipples and the thought of doing these exact same movements further down his… chest, which she communicated to Benjamin with a deep glance. Benjamin let out his first moan. “Uhh...” was all he could manage.

She felt herself slowly but surely gaining control. She kissed her way slowly down Benjamin's chest, then slid her tongue back up to his neck. “You're so sexy,” Benjamin said suddenly.

Instead of returning his compliment, she told him to be quiet and put her index finger on his lips. She leaned down to whisper, “Enjoy it.” She could smell his sweat, as well as his unmistakable male hormones encouraging her to continue.

She ran her fingers through Benjamin's curly hair and knelt back down on the floor. She positioned herself between his legs and was eager to continue, step by step. She kissed Benjamin's cock—its base—through his boxers and caressed his balls, which she now held gently but firmly in her grasp. She gently slid the tip of her tongue up his large, erect penis, sinking her gaze into his blue eyes and flashing a mischievous smile.

When Benjamin tried to pull down his boxer shorts, she grabbed his arms and slid back to the chair. Benjamin offered no resistance. She caressed his chest, kissed his thigh again, and, removing the boxers around that part, kissed his testicles for the first time, which had become massively swollen and reached a considerable size that few boys his age or men could match.

“Do you want me to take off your boxers?” she asked him.

“Yes, please,” came the reply from the otherwise reserved boy. She gently pulled them down and threw them onto the chair. Their eyes met again. Benjamin's hard penis jerked upward twice. Monique gave him a mysterious smile, and Benjamin knew what it meant.

He tried to maintain the rest of his poker face, but he had lost the battle.

Before he could say anything, Monique had his entire manhood—a full 7.5 inches, elongated with a straight shape and only slightly curved at the front—in her hand. She began to kiss his balls, and Benjamin couldn't suppress his moans. “Baby,” he said with an innocent look. She loved that natural look in a man.

Her lips sank into his balls and the tip of her tongue did the rest. Benjamin had his eyes closed, his mouth now slightly more open. The hot secretary next door was giving him a blowjob. He was getting the blowjob that Marc and Nick had fantasized about so often when talking to him in the park. As if she could read his mind, she replied, “Don't tell Marc and Nick, or they'll be jealous.”

She licked his penis all the way to the tip—three times. Circling his glans several times with her tongue, she gently enclosed the tip of his cock with her plump lips. When she looked up at Benjamin, he had his head tilted back and his eyes closed. She grasped his balls, let her tongue slide in different directions, and heard Benjamin say, “Oh baby.”

She grabbed Benjamin's thighs and got turned on by the feeling of finally being able to satisfy this young man. Benjamin slid his large hands through her long, black hair, which gave her the final motivation.

She slid her lips deeper down his penis – its curved tip had caused her gag reflex problems at first, but she had it well under control. She lowered her head to the side, onto Benjamin's thigh, so he could enjoy the view. Benjamin lowered his head, overwhelmed by the sensation, and now was able to paint the picture that overwhelmed the one in his head. He began to moan louder, and once again, a louder “Oh baby” escaped his mouth. Monique just laughed. They were the sweetest words she had ever heard from a man.

“Oh baby, you're so sex-”

“Do you like getting what Marc and Nick wanted so badly?”

“Yes, bab—”

Monique now buried his entire length deep between her lips. He began to pant loudly, and Monique could feel his balls filling with a huge load of cum. She slid up and down, always slowly and gently, while Benjamin continued to moan loudly.

Having Benjamin's penis in her mouth filled her with an arousal she had so rarely felt. His penis was fleshy, well-formed, aesthetic, and, yes, masculine. She enjoyed causing him to twitch with her movements and her deep descents, and she enjoyed even more controlling his gaze, his voice, his hand movements, his whole body with them.

Now he belonged to her. She had numbed him with her tongue and lip skills. Benjamin was devoted to the feeling of her soft, warm mouth, her nimble tongue, and her soft hair on his thigh when he suddenly felt her sharp teeth on his shaft.

“Hey, ahh, what are you doing, baby?”

She didn't answer, but looked at him deeply—animalistically. She had done it for his reaction. Now she again placed her finger on his lips.

As she placed her hands on his chest again and let her head slide up and down his full length again, she felt how close Benjamin was. “I want you to fill my mouth, big boy.” Those words were too much for Benjamin. His toes curled, his arm and leg muscles twitched, and he released one shot of semen after another inside Monique’s mouth, accompanied by a loud moan that lit up the whole room.

It happened faster than she thought. She had barely felt the first shot when her mouth filled with his semen—without exaggeration, one could say that she had emptied Benjamin completely and filled her mouth to the brim. She had trouble keeping it in her mouth.

The shy skater boy, still gasping for breath, asked her with a sweet, unabashed smile, “Open your mouth. Show me.” She did, and after pushing Benjamin's manhood out, she swallowed his unspoiled salty, creamy cum.

“You taste better than my boss.” Benjamin's open, horrified mouth—he still couldn't believe what had happened—turned into a mischievous smile. He grabbed Monique's head and kissed her first on the forehead, then—after the two looked longingly into each other's eyes and Benjamin mustered his courage—a deep kiss that enveloped her tongue and lips.

“Was I better than the girl out there a few days ago?”

“How do you kno-?”

She grabbed his finger again and held it to his lips. “Shhh...”

Benjamin had clearly underestimated this woman. He knew his friends had, but he hadn't done any better himself.

Well, maybe a little better, since he had just emptied his sperm into her and Marc and Nick hadn't.

“If Marc and Nick find out about this, that was the first and last time this happened.” She didn't need to repeat herself – Benjamin nodded slightly but firmly – his eyes revealing that he meant it. As he got up to pick up his boxers, she saw him again in all his glory – and knew why she had just done that.

“I won't be here tomorrow, but I may need your help again on Friday. I'll be in touch.” Benjamin just shook his head – the head of a boy who had remained youthful and naive – and left the room with a mischievous smile.