Escape of the Naked Secretary

By Cheri Grade

A secretary is nearly discovered in a tryst with her boss by her boss's wife. Her clothes are lost as she struggles from one misadventure to another during her escape leaving her bruised and embarrassed. As she hides on the estate, she has to avoid the guard dog and the boss's daughter. Can she keep what remains of her modesty and the knowledge of her secret affair safe?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Cheri Grade
• Release date: Nov 22, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370582877

Cheri Grade

I have a full time office job and started writing as a hobby to give me a break from looking at spreadsheets all day. I finally plucked up the courage to publish my stories here after deciding that this was the only way in which I could get some feedback and develop my writing skills. The subject matter I like to concentrate on is the feeling of being embarrassed and naked which I find intensely erotic and writing gives me the chance to explore my fantasies in relation to this which I would be too shy to try in real life.

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Escape of the Naked Secretary

By Cheri Grade

Published by Cheri Grade at Smashwords

Copyright 2016 Cheri Grade

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Contents

Chapter One: Forbidden Lust

Chapter Two: The Tree

Chapter Three: Through the Gardens

Chapter Four: The Stable

Chapter Five: Alison’s Room

Chapter Six: Discovery

Chapter Seven: Escape

Chapter One: Forbidden Lust

We shouldn’t be doing this. Even as the words left my mouth, they felt insincere. I hadn’t objected when Charles started to run his hand through my hair. I hadn’t objected when he pulled me towards him for a kiss that was unexpected despite me having ached for it for so long. I hadn’t objected when he led me to his new Ferrari and driven me to his home. Now as we crossed the threshold into his house, I knew exactly what we were going to do.

Charles just looked at me, those piercing blue eyes melting my heart as he smiled. Don’t worry, Beatrice won’t be back for hours. We have the whole afternoon.

Any doubts I had vanished. Charles took my hand in his strong grip and led me to a staircase that followed the curved wall in the atrium. I had never been to Charles’ house before and, had we not had other things on our minds, I would have loved to look around. Everything was pristine. Almost the whole front of the house was glass and the light of the afternoon sun poured through and reflected off the brilliant white walls. A bold red carpet covered the atrium floor and continued up the stairs.

A seemingly random series of artworks flashed past as we hurried up the stairs. There was a picture of a the night sky seemingly taken through a telescope, then an old painting of a bridge, then a sculpture which looked like some kind animal that I couldn’t identify and so many more which I didn’t have time to look at.

Charles seemed hardly out of breath despite running up the stairs. He must have been hot, still wearing his suit and his favourite red tie. I was struggling to keep up in my heels but at least my dress gave me plenty of ventilation.

At the top of the stairs the corridor swept around in a wide circle past a number of brown wooden doors. With amusement I noticed one of them had a pig-shaped nameplate with Alison written on it in colourful letters. I thought your kids were grown up? I asked.

Alison’s had that since she was little. She is nineteen now.

For a second, I was jolted out of my lust. Alison was only five years younger than me.