A few years back I was working for a small firm in a college town. We could always find plenty of competent help in college students.

I had a shared administrative assistant named Tina, a petite five-foot-three beauty with generous breasts, great legs, big brown eyes, and bobbed brunette hair. She was 21 years old and I was 25. As a part-time student finishing her degree, she was in and out of the office, keeping odd hours.

For the most part, she and I had one of those older brother/younger sister relationships; I never really thought of her as more than my assistant. I think it was my blind eye to her obvious charms that brought me to her attention.

We worked together for about two years, and then we each had job offers that would take us in different directions. During our last week at the firm, Tina 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 denim skirt, a knit top, and a pair of strappy heels. I glanced at her shapely calves. She asked how long I was going to be there, 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 door for a few seconds, then wandered off. About ten minutes later she came back and again asked if I needed anything. I told her that an iced tea would be great.

Soon she was back with the drink. “I just wanted to say I have really enjoyed working with you these last two years,” she said.

“Thanks,” I replied. “It’s mutual.”

She then came over and gave me a hug. She slid her hands up my back to the nape of my neck. I pulled back and looked into her eyes as she pulled me toward her and gave me a light, tentative kiss. She kissed me harder a second time, and then we began to kiss furiously, our tongues darting around inside each other’s mouth. “Door — get the door!” she said in a hoarse whisper. I ran to the door, looked out, shut it, and locked it.

When I turned around, she was sitting in my large office chair. She stood up as I came near. We embraced again, kissing each other hard. I ran my hands up over her ass and tickled the small of her back while she did the same to my back under my shirt. As she unbuttoned the shirt and loosened my tie, I ran my hands under her shirt and grasped her nipples through her bra. Then she began to wrestle with my belt and pants. When my trousers fell to the ground, I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants. Her hands were now inside my boxers, stroking my cock. I let out a sigh and pulled off her shirt and bra, taking her nipples into my mouth one after the other, teasing and tasting as she stroked my cock. She stopped me, spun me around, and pushed me down into my chair.

“I’ve always wanted to do this with you,” Tina 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; 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.

Tina stopped for a second, looked me in the eye, and said, “So?” Without breaking eye contact, she popped the head of my cock back into her mouth and started to tongue the underside of the head while tickling my balls with her nails. My eyes closed and I exploded in her mouth, jerking my hips up and down while gripping the armrests of the chair. When I was done I opened my eyes, and she was still staring into them. She stood up, went to the trash can, and spit my load into it. As she took a swallow of the iced tea she’d brought me, she said apologetically, “I don’t swallow. Hope you don’t mind.”

Rather then 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 belt and buttons. Under her skirt she wore a red thong. I renewed my attention to her legs, but this time I included her lovely ass in my ministrations. I pulled the thong aside. I could not help myself; her ass was so perfect. I started to lick her asshole. “What are you — oh — oh — oh — ” was her reaction to my probing tongue.

I knelt lower and started to lick 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 short of it. I licked her from bottom to top. On each lick I was sure to bump her clit with my nose. Soon she was 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 started to concentrate on just her clit, quickly to be rewarded when she grabbed my hair and pulled me tighter to her cunt. She arched her back as I sucked on her clit, and seemed to stop breathing before she let out a series of sharp exhalations. Her stomach fluttered as she came. 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 gasped. With that, I clutched her hips and slid into her. I started slowly, thrusting with long strokes. I raised one of her legs and licked 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 with her hands 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 cock when she came, and I kept plunging into her hot, wet cunt. 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. Tina 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, with her legs dangling over the desk, smiling. I smiled too, thinking of what a great send-off this was for both of us.