A couple of years ago, I was working in a small-town law firm. I shared a legal assistant named Tracy with another attorney.

Tracy was a petite girl, endowed with lots of curves in all the right places. She was just over five feet tall, with short brown hair, generous breasts, great legs, and large brown eyes. As a part-time student finishing her degree, she was in and out of the office, keeping odd hours.

We worked together for about two years till she graduated, and we both received job offers that would take us to different places. During our last week at the firm, Tracy and I spent several late nights getting things in order for our departures.

On the next to last night, I was in my office when she walked in wearing a short skirt, a knit top, and a pair of strappy heels. She asked how long I was going to stay, and I said a few hours more. She said everyone else had gone home, and asked if I needed anything. I told her I was fine and went back to work. She stood in the doorway for a few seconds, then said, “I just wanted to say that I’ve really enjoyed working with you.”

“Thanks,” I replied. “It’s mutual.”

She came over, gave me a hug, and slid her hands up my back to the nape of my neck. She gave me a light tentative kiss, pulled back, then kissed me harder a second time. We began to kiss furiously, our tongues darting into each other’s mouth.

“Door — get the door!” she said in a hoarse whisper. I went to the door, looked out, shut it, and locked it.

We embraced again, kissing each other hard. As she unbuttoned my shirt and loosened my tie, I ran my hands under her sweater and grasped her nipples through her bra. Then she began to wrestle with my belt and pants. When my trousers fell to the floor, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. Her hands tunneled inside my boxers and stroked my cock. I let out a sigh and pulled off her sweater and bra, taking her nipples into my mouth one after the other, teasing and tasting them as she stroked my shaft. Suddenly, she stopped me, spun me around, and pushed me down into my chair.

“I’ve always wanted to do this with you,” Tracy said, as she kneeled in front of me. The tip of my cock was peeking out of my shorts, and she started to lick it with quick, catlike strokes. She pulled my boxers off and slid my straining cock into her mouth. As she bobbed her head up and down on my dick, I played with her hair. Her mouth was incredible, and she kept up a sucking pressure the whole time. Occasionally she’d stop and caress the head of my cock with the palm of her hand while looking into my eyes, before going back down. She was running her tongue around my shaft, one hand rubbing my balls, when I felt the tingle of impending orgasm.

“I’m going to come,” I croaked.

Tracy stopped for a second, looked me in the eye, and said, “So?” She popped the head of my cock back into her mouth and tongued the underside while tickling my balls with her nails. I exploded in her mouth, jerking my hips up and down while gripping the armrests of the chair. When I was done, she reached for the wastebasket and spit my load into it. As she took a swallow of the bottled water on my desk, she said apologetically, “I don’t swallow. Hope you don’t mind.”

Rather than answer, I got up from the chair, grabbed her by the waist, and spun her around. I dropped to my knees and started licking her calves. She was still wearing those heels. I lavished kisses, nibbles, and licks all up and down her great legs. I reached up to undo her skirt and discovered a satiny, red thong. I renewed my attention to her legs, but this time I included her lovely ass. I pulled the thong aside and started to lick around her puckered asshole. “What are you — oh — oh — oh — ” was her reaction to my probing tongue.

I knelt lower and licked her pussy. She braced herself against my computer, which was none too sturdy. I stood up and turned, and we started kissing again. She was breathing heavily, licking my chin, cleaning off her own juices. I picked her up and sat her on the desk — one of those big 1930s-type desks, all wood and really wide. I pulled off her thong and started to eat her out, parting her pussy lips and licking her cunt with sweeping strokes. I avoided her clit, stopping my tongue just as I licked her from bottom to top. With each lick I made sure to bump her clit with my nose. Soon she was whimpering and gripping the edges of the desk with her hands. Her juices were running down her thighs, soaking the desk blotter and me.

I changed my approach and concentrated on just her clit, and I was rewarded when she grabbed my hair and pulled me more tightly to her cunt. She arched her back as I sucked on her clit, and seemed to stop breathing before letting out a series of sharp gasps. Her stomach fluttered as she came, and then she slumped back onto the desk.

She was in a daze on the desk as I rubbed my dick against her opening.

“Oh, fuck me! Please fuck me!” she moaned. With that, I clutched her hips and slid into her. I started slowly, thrusting with long strokes, before raising one of her legs and licking her calf as I fucked her. “Oh, yeah. Fuck me, fuck me,” she repeated. I stopped to put both her legs over my shoulders, then pounded her with short, fast strokes. She was gripping the edge of the desk and fucking me back, no longer talking, just grunting and groaning.

I dropped her legs and pressed in on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me as I stroked her cunt with my cock again. I felt her spasm around my dick when she came, and I kept plunging into her hot, wet pussy. She was so wet that each stroke made a slurping noise. I kept fucking her as hard and fast as I could. She kept trying to arch her back with each orgasm, but my weight kept her down. She strained against me, digging her nails into my back. With one final hard thrust, I ground my cock into her and came in several strong spurts. Tracy let out a wail and came with me.

I lifted my face and gave her a few light kisses as we caught our breath. “I’m sorry I waited so long to do that,” she said in a dreamy voice.

“That was wonderful,” I said. I slid off her and into my chair. She stayed where she was, smiling, with her legs dangling over the desk. I smiled, too, thinking what a great send-off this was for both of us.