Chapter 2

Henry Dickson was wondering if he was developing into a pervert. Every chance he got he tried to look up Her dress! Since the secretary’s desk fit close to the wall it was easy to bore a small hole to look underneath the desk. He had hoped to see her spread her thighs when she typed. He could do that but little else. So, first he cut a good sized door into the panelled wall. The small hinges and a latch to keep it shut when not in use allowed him privacy and greater range of vision. His desk happened to be opposite hers in his office. While it did expand his viewing area, it was still too dark for him to see her teenaged ‘goodies’.

However, it took the installation of a small focused light to help him see. So he was now on his hands and knees with his hard dick in his hands looking up his sixteen year old secretary’s dress. Today it was even better. It was hot out and she had not worn her usual white panties. Nothing but pure uncovered brown haired bush was seen. She had even spread her legs further apart than usual because of the heat. Even her lambie pie was open! There, at the very doorway to her vagina, a thin membrane covered the entrance to her secret place. With his imagination and some handiwork he dreamed of breaking the gate down to her secret place! A very useful handkerchief sopped up the ejaculate. He turned off the light and latched the little door, When he got up he zipped up and felt better until he realized how low he had gotten. He had never married. Now he was wondering how he could ever get her to notice him muchless marry him!