Hi, Pete Gersen here. This story is part of an ongoing series that describes the sex encounters that I had working at a Miami law office back in the seventies. It might be helpful to start by reading my first one; “KCA&B Pt 1 : Eva” but that’s not entirely necessary in order to enjoy this one. Should you elect not to do so, here are the basics of the situation. When I was 18 and 19, I worked at Kennedy, Carle, Ames and Buchanan, where I put my time in as an courier/office boy. The job put me in the propinquity of a throng of sexy office workers and clients. I took advantage of this good fortune as often as I could.
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I fondly recall one of my stranger trysts that came by the auspices of one Margaret Cooper. Margaret was a short thing… no more than 5’ 2” and she had a slender build. She was in her late 30’s and her hair was jet black, which she wore very short, giving her a kind of a pixie look. She took advantage of sunny climate and her face had a dark tan. She wasn’t exactly beautiful but more like pretty and her features were soft. From my first glance the thing I noticed most on her were her coal black eyes. She had a penchant for wearing the color green and had a real sense of style.

Margaret was a bit odd in her ways or at least that was most folks perception of her. The clerical staff did tend to be cliquish but she appeared not to belong in any of the groups. Not that she was unfriendly mind you, just more of a loner. She had a thing for frogs. Her desk and station were adorned with a variety of bric-a-brac featuring cartoonish versions of the amphibians.

In my somewhat menial position I made it a point to try and keep on the good side of all the secretaries. For the most part that was easy, but at times it was a chore. If I might digress from the Margaret story for a bit, let me tell you about Alexandria. She was the personal secretary for Mr. Carle and she liked to put on airs. She was 50-ish, slim and with long blonde hair. She dressed fastidiously and I believe she thought her shit didn’t stink. She took the posture that I was more a laborer than a co-worker and I found her arrogant. Her attitude rubbed me the wrong way, but I found a novel way to make things balance… well at least in my own head. Our building had a lunch counter on the ground floor and I was often tasked to bring back meals for the staff. Alexandria was fond of their grilled Swiss cheese sandwiches and many times I’d have to fetch her one. When the mood struck me I’d stop off at the 6th floor storage room before arriving back to the office. On 6, I’d jack off a nice load of spunk into the molten cheese. I’m not certain how many times she partook my “secret sauce” but she never realized my sabotage. I thought “you might think you’re better than me but my sperm is in your belly”.

Back to Margaret, things were cordial but nothing more. That is until one day when I spied her looking in the paper at movie times. I casually asked her what she was planning on seeing and she named an Italian film playing at the Coconut Grove art cinema.