Near the end of my first marriage to a cold, bad tempered wife who only put out enough sex as a way to get men to do her bidding, I was working at a major company in Miami as a project manager. The company assigned me a team which included a secretary named Colette. Colette was a wisp of a girl less than 5 ft tall and maybe 95 lbs soaking wet. She was about 25, married, no kids, small tits, a natural redhead, quiet and unassuming but cute as a button. We got to be friends very fast. Back then, girls wore dresses to work.

The company headquarters where we worked was in western Miami right on the edge of the Everglades. There was not a lot of other businesses or restaurants in that area so most of us brown bagged for lunch. Colette and I wound up eating lunch together often at our desks.

One day she suggested that we take her car and find a nice quiet place to eat lunch together. Her car was an old Plymouth Belvedere – a tank of a car with a large bench seat and tail fins. I would ride shotgun and she would drive. Each time, we got closer and more intimate. One day, we drove out, ate lunch then started making out. She suddenly unzipped my pants, pulled out my cock and swung over on top of me. As she did that, she lifted her dress and pulled her panties to the side. I was instantly hard.

As she impaled herself on me I asked if we needed protection. She said she did not want any. I pressed up on her slowly wanting to make it last as long as possible. It was obvious she was enjoying the ride. Eventually I could not hold it any more and I blew a huge load deep into her that made her absolutely giddy with joy. We stayed coupled for some time until I got soft. When we separated, she quickly capped herself with her panties to keep as much cum inside her as possible. We repeated this over several months.

At work she stopped wearing underwear and chose dresses with low cut fronts. Her desk had a screen in front of it so from time to time, I would come up behind her while she was working and reach down the front of her dress to play with her tits. She loved it. We decided it was time to get a hotel room.

We left work early and separately that day and arrived at the motel. I got the room and we went in. The cloths quickly came off and I started a long and intense foreplay session. I wanted to make this the most memorable for both of us. I finally entered her and waited until she had a great orgasm before filling her to the brim. Afterward we laid there for a bit, cuddling and talking before I climbed on top of her and filled her to the brim again and cuddled some more. I was madly in love with this girl.

Then she did something that was the most erotic thing I have ever experienced, even to this day. She got up, still full of two loads and went into the bathroom to clean up. She stood with both hands on the sink, leaning slightly forward and looked down, legs slightly spread. She watch as my cum slowly dripped out of her onto the floor. She then took her right toe and started playing with the puddle of cum. I was overcome with emotion. I got up from the bed with a renewed hard on, came up behind her, put my arms around her and kissed her neck. I then lifted her up and impaled her on my shaft moving her up and down while looking at her big smile in the mirror. It did not take too long to replace the drained cum with a fresh load.

We had a few more lunch sessions then she got the news that she had breast cancer. I visited her in the hospital as she was recovering, staying quiet and in the background so as not to attract attention. Still, once she got out she said that her sister-in-law mentioned to her that she thought I was in love with her. While in the hospital, she opted to have implants put in going from an A cup to a C cup. She allowed my to feel them once she recovered.

While she was out, I was assigned a new secretary and she was assigned to a different part of the building more or less ending our lunch outings and play times. It was at this time she said she had considered my proposal but decided to stay with her husband. A few years passed, and I had moved on to finding a new partner but we still stayed close friends.

During that time, I found a new partner ( via another bad soap opera story). I was divorcing my first wife, moving out of the house and setting up another household for my new bride and her kids. I had booked an airline ticket to go to where she lived to rent a truck and bring her stuff down to Miami. I needed someone to take me to the airport.

I asked Colette if she could take me to the airport and she said yes. She arrived at the vacant rental house early in the morning and when she saw that I was alone she said that I should have told her I was living alone. She then grabbed my hand and led me into the empty master bedroom where I was staying. She stripped naked and took off my clothes. She laid down on the carpet, spread her legs and invited me to take her. We had a beautiful love session. I filled her completely. She had a very satisfied look on her face when it was over.

We got dressed and she took me to the airport. That was the last time we got together. I flew out to pick up my new bride to be. After moving out of Miami, I lost track of Colette but never forgot her. I tried to keep in touch but she disappeared and I never heard from her again. I have looked for her on the internet to no avail. She had a child shortly after her cancer and I am fairly sure it was mine. I would have married her had she agreed. I still wonder to this day what happened to her and hope that she is safe and happy.