Getting some relief from the new girl at work. [MF]

So this has all unfolded pretty recently. I’m making myself write it up now because I know what I’m like, and I just won’t get round to it otherwise! I’m a big-time lurker on Gonewildstories, and am pretty excited to be sharing! Hope it’s still okay to post with a throwaway – none of this is illegal, but I would get into some seriously deep shite if it ever came out. Oh – skip ahead to the bit in bold if you’re impatient!

I’m 28, and I work for a small/medium non-profit organisation, in a brand & marketing role. Pretty interesting, if ordinary, job. Being a non-profit we often get volunteers in to help out – good for the sector and good for those looking to get into it. My little team hadn’t really had any volunteers before but seeing as we had an influx of work coming our way, my friend/colleague Harry and I decided we’d give it a go.

We got sign-off from our manager and put the advert out, looking for someone with a creative streak to put in a couple of days a week. Our replies were quite disappointing to be honest. A few people who were clearly fumbling in the dark with no understanding of the organisation, and a few who were only looking to make a very short-term commitment.

However, we did get one interesting candidate. A girl called Holly, just out of college (UK) and 18 years old. She was looking to get some work experience before she started an arts course at university next year. We scheduled an interview and she was happy to come along.

On the day we were quite excited. She turned up on time and Harry and I sat down to interview her. Although I wasn’t really thinking about it at the time, she was pretty cute too. About 5’2”, slim, with long chestnut hair, almost cartoonishly big brown eyes, and a button nose.

(For the benefit of your imagination, I am a pretty generic white guy. Shortish brown hair, average height, and healthy build. I do have boyish good looks on my side though!)

The interview went downhill relatively quickly though. Contrary to how she came across on paper, in person she seemed a bit dim and uninteresting. Her voice had this vacant monotony to it that screamed boredom and stupidity. As soon as she answered her first question Harry and I looked at each other, and did our best to not exchange a disappointed ‘oh…’

Still, she was the only candidate we were remotely interested in, and we weren’t going to ask her to perform stage magic, so we let her have it.

And you know what? She didn’t half prove us both wrong. Within a couple of weeks it was clear to Harry and I that we had totally misjudged her. As soon as you actually started discussing a project, she used that bored and stupid monotone voice to propound some really interesting and surprisingly nuanced ideas. Once we got to know her and work with her, it was clear she was actually very bright and switched on – not the ditsy airhead we thought. I still feel like a complete arsehole for judging her prematurely – a learning process for all involved I guess…

There was another thing I noticed in those first few weeks: her ass. Oh lord is it awesome. I’ve never really been an ‘ass-man’ but Holly started converting me right away. It was round and well-proportioned on the one hand, but visibly soft and jiggly on the other. I don’t like the thought of ogling women (especially in the workplace), and I happen to think that a girl should be able to go to work and not have some guy salivating over her goods, but I admit to failing pretty hard in this regard. It definitely didn’t help that she often wears very thin trousers. More than once I’ve found myself following her up the stairs while trying not to notice the delicate wobbling of her round, perfectly-suspended butt cheeks…. But I digress.

Bottom line: while my initial sentiments towards her were big-brotherly in nature (as I’m her manager, workplace mentor, and 10 years her senior), each passing week caused those feelings to slip further away.

Last week, after Holly had been with us for about 6 weeks, I had to shift a load of stuff downstairs. As we’re not a huge organisation, space is quite limited. That means our modest collection of branded materials are kept in-house, rather than at a warehouse. Being the brand guys, Harry and I occasionally find ourselves lugging stuff around. We have a storeroom we use to stash most of it; one of the things we have in there is a big branded ‘selfie-mirror’ made from shiny plastic, so most people call it the ‘mirror room’ (imaginative I know). We just call it the cupboard though. Technically anyone can use it if they want, but 99.99% of the time it’s just Harry and me.

As anyone in a similar role will know, this is the kind of shit you always get the volunteers and interns to help with. Yes, you want to give them some ‘real’ work to do, but this is also a reality they should get used to!

Holly was characteristically unopposed to my suggestion, and she followed me down to the cupboard first thing in the morning. We were moving and cataloguing, and given the warm temperature of the room, Holly took off her cardy and dropped it on the floor by the door. After a few minutes we developed a good system, but it was clear that this was going to take a few hours. To pass the time I started asking her about her plans (both short and long term), but the conversation started meandering, just like they always do. Having known Holly for a few weeks by this point, it was getting easier and easier to get past that drawling voice, and tell when she was/wasn’t excited or interested in something.

I think I asked her about whether she was nervous about university or something, and she laughed (rare) and answered by saying that she was ‘afraid of getting a reputation’. I asked her what she meant (being a bit slow myself) and she said she already had a bit of one among her friendship group. It dawned on me what she meant just then (sleeping around, for the benefit of anyone as slow as me), and I chuckled back in surprise. I said something along the lines of ‘Hey, no harm no foul’, and she agreed quite enthusiastically.

Ordinarily I wouldn’t have continued this conversation (obviously), but given we were both working away in the cupboard, and I was quite titillated by this novel side of Holly, I kept going with it. We weren’t discussing sex exactly, it was more about sexual morals, and sexism, and how sex is viewed by society. It was actually a pretty intellectual discussion now that I think about it…

The general vibe I was getting from Holly was that she was just incredibly laid back about everything. It made a lot of sense given her general demeanour. She wasn’t a nympho or a ‘proud slut’ or anything like that – she just had a very chilled approach to sex. It was a fun thing she liked to do sometimes, and it didn’t need to be a big deal. Everything was completely innocent at this point. I was genuinely just curious about her point of view, and was enjoying the unusually candid workplace chatter.

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We started checking some boxes on the upper shelves, and I was steadying our little ladder and holding the clipboard while Holly looked through the boxes. I was aware, very quickly, of just how close I was to that fantastic ass of hers. I forced myself not to look though…. For about 1 minute. Then I had to sneak a peak. Then another, and another. After another minute or so I was just staring at her ass while I checked off the things that she found. Thank god for ladders.

A few moments later, and she went quiet. I didn’t think anything of it at first, but I suddenly realised I had made a huge mistake. I glanced over to the selfie-mirror, and saw her looking at me in it, a look of surprise on her face. Oh shit. Shitty shit. Red-fucking-handed.

She gave me a little, incredulous laugh and said ‘Were you staring at my bum?!’. I obviously intended to say ‘no’, but I’m shit at lying, and the fact that I hesitated for 2 whole seconds shattered any plausible deniability I might have had. I ummed and ahhed for a moment before throwing up my hands and apologising profusely. I was so fucking embarrassed.

Holly was giving me this very disappointed look, but she was also smiling very broadly. She turned completely around (i.e. facing me) and shook her head slowly. I told her that it was just a stupid lapse in judgement on my part, but that she should go back upstairs if she didn’t feel completely comfortable. She laughed again and said that I shouldn’t worry, and that it wasn’t the first time something like that had happened. Without thinking I said ‘Yeah I’m not surprised’. Even before I said it I face-palmed internally. Holly let out another gasp, and had that look of laughter/shock on her face that girls sometimes give you when you say something a little too cheeky.

I apologised again for being a socially inept idiot, and promised to keep my thoughts to myself. She turned around to start looking through stuff again and said ‘it’s okay, I’m glad you like it’. Then, out of nowhere, she gave it a playful little slap. Her ass jiggled and quivered like never before, and I couldn’t help but stare again. I told her it was definitely unfair for her to do that. She gave me a another cute smile, evidently amused with my fascination, and said ‘You can touch it if you want, it’s just a bum’.

That totally paralysed me. I don’t know if my mouth was open, but that’s definitely how I remember it. The thing that gets me the most about it was how chilled Holly was. This really wasn’t a big deal for her, while my heart was positively thumping. I looked between her face and ass a couple of times, and she gave it a playful little wiggle.

I knew I couldn’t actually touch it. Yes she was a consenting adult, but she was also my direct report and 10 years my junior. But nonetheless I felt myself reaching forward slowly, without thinking too much, and I gave her ass a light squeeze. Yes: it was every bit as delectable as I had imagined. I stood there for a good five seconds, gently squeezing and cupping her ass, before stepping back and lowering my hand. I wasn’t thinking about it at the time, but I was sporting a full blown hard-on by this point.

I looked up and Holly gave her an awkward smile, and she winked at me. Then she looked down and lifted her eyebrows. I looked down and saw my boner trying in vain to escape from my trousers. Oh christ. I looked back up and she laughed again and said ‘Sorry, didn’t mean to do that’. I just awkwardly tried to ‘reposition’ myself and told her not to apologise.

So I was trying to surreptitiously wrestle with my penis, when Holly turns her back to shelves again (still on the ladder) and says ‘Hey, do you want me to… you know?’. I looked at her agog for a moment, and she held her cupped hand out in front of her and jerked it up and down suggestively. I asked her if she was serious, and she gave me a little shrug and said ‘yeah, sure’, as if I had just asked if she wanted milk in her coffee. I am completely going with the flow at this point, and just nodded and said ‘Yeah… why not right?’

She hopped down off the ladder without any hesitation, while I backed away from her to stand by the door. Then she gestured to a stack of cardboard boxes and asked if I wanted to sit or stand. My brain was dribbling out of my ear at this point, and I was bumbling about in a fugue state. I said ‘I’ll sit’, perched myself on the stack of boxes, and rested my back against the wall. She slipped off her shoes, knelt down in front of me, and looked up at me with those big pretty eyes of hers. Straight away I felt a hand sliding up my thigh and rubbing gently. She moved it further in, and another moment later her hand started sliding over my cock, pressed against my leg. She smiled, and I smiled back, utterly unable to process what was happening.

Then, without looking down, she deftly unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my trousers. I lifted off the boxes slightly and she pulled my trousers and boxers down in one smooth movement, pulling them over my knees and down to my ankles. The cold air hitting my suddenly free erection was electrifying. Holly looked down at that point, smiled, and said ‘mm, nice cock’. I just smiled and said ‘thanks!’ like a gormless twat, because my brain was still pooling on my shoulder.

She gently stroked up and down my shaft a few times with her fingers (which was pretty incredible), gripped it with her right hand, and started slowly pumping it. My cock was so wet from anticipation that it felt more like a blowjob, but with the added intensity of a handjob. Plus I was totally mesmerised watching Holly. I don’t know what it is exactly, but I’ve always loved watching a girl as she looks at my cock. The fact that she was a cute 18 year old with a penchant for casual sex was cool too…

Holly slowly sped up, getting faster and faster until her hand made wet squelching sounds with every pump.. She was seriously good with a dick in her hands, and within a minute my breathing was getting quicker. She looked up at me and said ‘Have you got anything to catch it?’ I shook my head. In truth there were lots of things we could have used, but all I could think about was the mind-bendingly good sensation in my groin. I made a token effort to look around, but Holly said ‘Oh, don’t worry’ and picked up the cardy she’d ditched by the door. I mumbled an ‘are you sure…?’ and she smiled and said ‘yeah, no problem’.

With that problem solved I focused on the good sensations, and within thirty seconds I was at the point of no return. The squelching against her hand got louder, and I tensed up, and then I looked right into her eyes as I emptied a huge load all over her hand and onto her cardy, trying not to grunt too loudly.

Holly kept going very slowly until I was completely done, and then started to matter of factly clean up her hand and my cock with her cardy, making sure to gently milk the last few drops from the end of my cock. Holy cow, it was definitely the best handjob I have ever had in my life.

I sat there, awkwardly pulling up my trousers, while Holly casually balled up her cardy and stuffed it into a plastic bag. Then she turned to me with a smile and said – as if she’d just given me some painkillers – ‘Feeling a bit better now?’. Nothing I could do except laugh and nod. I said ‘Hey, I know that totally came out of nowhere, but it was really good… thanks’. She said ‘No problem, and you don’t have to thank me. I wouldn’t have done it if I wasn’t up for it’.

We took a minute or so to get ourselves together again (or rather I did, because Holly was 100% fine), and then decided to go and wash our hands/grab some lunch from the supermarket nearby. Harry joined us, and we had a very normal, laid back lunch break. It almost seemed like I’d imagined everything. Harry and I chatting with this quirky little 18 year old as if she hadn’t just tugged me off into her clothing…

Then she and I went back to the cupboard and got back to it (the job!). It only took another hour or so to finish up, and I made DAMN sure not to look at her ass at any point. Everything was completely normal, and Holly kept her characteristically unflappable persona. She worked on something else in the afternoon, and when she left Harry and I both said goodbye and gave her a wave just like normal. She smiled at both of us, and the only evidence that anything unusual had happened was the plastic bag she was holding in one hand…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/58zs0h/getting_some_relief_from_the_new_girl_at_work_mf