*”Running late again, Renny”*, he thought to himself, as he raced his bike through the crowded streets and alleyways of Paris. It would take him a great deal of effort to explain to ‘Miss V’ that over sleeping was a good enough reason to not show up for work on time. His studies kept him up late nights, due to the short summer semester abroad and working part time at Mrs. Verduin’s wine shop filled up the rest of his schedule. He hardly had time for a social life or to enjoy the rich culture and social life that Paris offered.
Still, he had learned a great deal about wine and vineyards from Miss V. A widow herself, she took over her the shop and the vineyard from her husband, who was once the associate of her father. It was her families vineyard, but her husband worked with her father before they were even dating to establish their label and storefront. It was there that they fell in love and it never would have succeeded if not for his efforts, but her father was gone for several years and her husband having tragically died in a plane crash about a decade ago left her in charge of all of it.
Renny remembered the story she told him after a long day of working in the vineyard. The two of them exhausted and sitting at the kitchen table in the house that was on the land. She opened up to him about the history of the vineyard, the accident that left her a widow and how she had discovered the college’s student work program as a way to keep things going without the burdening cost of a full time staff. She was a woman on the edge of survival, but she always found a way to make it work.
He admired her for that, his thoughts betrayed him now and then as her will to survive wasn’t the only thing he admired. She was a striking woman at the age of 45, she had a passion in her eyes, and a body that was everything Renny secretly fantasized about. She wasn’t tall and thin, with glowing blonde locks and blue eyes.
No, she was dark of hair with intense hazel eyes, a women who’s shape was formed from the enjoyments of life. She had thick thighs and great round hips that complimented her full ass. Renny loved how thick she was. Her natural breasts weren’t over-sized, but certainly more than he could possible know how to handle. She carried herself with a confidence and sexuality that he found mesmerizing, and more than once he had been caught admiring her and had to play it off as best he could.
*”SHIT!!!”*
Renny swerved to one side of the road just as he narrowly missed an on coming truck. The fading sound of the vehicle’s horn coupled with some cursing in a language he were at the forefront of his mind as he snapped back to reality. He would get himself killed if he didn’t stop day dreaming about Miss V.
He finally made it to the shop’s alleyway door and leaned his bike against the wall, he was just about to grab for the door handle when it swung open.
*”You’re late!”*
He caught her glare full on and was speechless. Before he could begin to stutter out a pathetic excuse he found himself holding a crate of empty wine bottles.
*”Take this to the dumpster, and then come back to my office. I want to discuss your punctuality with you Mr. Fontane”*
He knew he was in trouble when she address him by his sir name. It only happened once before, when she caught him flirting with a local girl while other customers frustratingly waited in line to check out.
She turned around and walked away leaving the door open. He caught one look of her gorgeously wide hips in a long flowing cotton dress as he felt his member twitch with excitement.
He has been so busy with school and this job that he hadn’t masturbated in over a week, and that was a record for a nineteen year old male in the internet age.
He took the trash out and returned to the shop, closing the backdoor behind him and making his way to the office in the back of the shop. However she wasn’t there, he went to the front of the shop and called out.
*”Miss V?”* he said in a timid voice, using the nickname he had given her, hoping to appease her cross tone.
He found her on the telephone, shouting in french and acting extremely frustrated. She slammed the receiver down and look over at him.
*”I have to go to the vineyard for a while, apparently the neighbors who own the farm next to us had their donkey get loose and he’s been knocking over equipment and helping himself to the fucking grapes!’*
He stood biting his inner lip not to laugh at the incident, he knew she would probably find it funny under normal circumstances, but due to the drought this summer, grapes were in short supply and they needed every single one.
*”You go wait in my office until I come back. I’m closing the shop since I know you’ll just waste time flirting with the local girls. Don’t you leave till I get back.”*
He stood gazing at her. What was wrong with him he thought, he could seriously be placing his summer job in jeopardy.
*”Well… go, into my office!”*
He did as instructed and sat in the chair at the desk against the wall. As he sat he thought about his summer internship and what was at stake. It glanced at the paper work on her desk. Shipping orders, inventory and all the things associated with running a small business. He also took notice of a picture of her, she was stunning. She was wearing a bikini top and jean shorts somewhere in the French mountains.
He felt his cock growing in his pants…
He squirmed uncomfortably trying not to think about it, but his desires betrayed him.
*”She won’t be back for a while, the vineyard is 45 minutes away”*
He felt his hand slide down the outside of his pants, towards his inner thigh were his cock was straining against his pant leg. He played with the bulge, rolling it around, squeezing it. It only made it worse as he could feel precum rising through.
*”Fuck it.”* He took his pants and slide them off just enough to unleash his member. Freeing it from it’s fabric cage he began to stroke his cock. Staring at her picture, it felt so wrong, but he was aching to spill his load.
He imagined what it would be like to take that trip with her, to feel her wet mound in his mouth, to slide deep inside her while she moaned filthy things to him in french.
He squeezed his balls with his free hand and continued to pump, his cock head now fully engorged, glistening with precum.
*”MR. FONTANE!!!! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING!!!”*
Startled he fell out of the chair in an effort to pull his pants up. He struggled to get them back on his cock was so erect that it made it almost impossible.
*”OH shit, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”* he pleaded with her as he felt himself blush red hot. He was so entranced with his personal fantasy he hadn’t noticed that she came back.
*”I thought you were going to the vineyard”* He said in a desperately pathetic attempt to change the conversation.
*”I forgot the keys the gate, so I had to come back, I only made it down the street, I see you didn’t waste anytime once I was gone”*
Renny stood cold, he knew it was all over. His internship, his summer abroad. How would he explain this to the school, to his parents? He felt tremendous embarrassment and it showed.
His cock stood erect and made an obvious imprint on his pants.
She glared at him and closed the office door.
*”I want an explanation right now, young man. What makes you think it’s acceptable to behave this way in my office”*
“Mrs. Verduin, I’m so sorry, I thought you were gone, I didn’t mean to”*
*”Is this what you do when I’m away and leave you in charge of the shop?”*
*”No ma’am I swear!”*
*”I bet you have that girl over here and fuck her little tight pussy in my office don’t you?”*
He was struck by her choice of words, it seemed less than professional, but he was in too much trouble to think to much about it.
*”No, this was the only time, I swear, I would never have sex in your office”*
She locked the door and then turn back toward him crossing her arms.
*”You want to keep this job?”*
*”oh yes, please, I swear this was just a mistake…”* he trailed off as she walked around to her desk, noticing the picture of her hiking trip had been moved. She glanced at him and then back down at the picture….
She knew…
*”Were you stroking your cock to my picture, Renny?”* She said in a voice that was filled more with curiosity than anger or repulsion.
*”Uh, what?! NO, I uh, I..”* he trembled and found himself stammering to get out the words, any words that could possible explain it.
*”Yes or no young man…”*
He looked down to the floor ashamed
*”Yes Mrs Verduin…”*
A wry smile came across her face, and she felt her pussy become slightly moist at the idea of a young man fantasizing over her. It had been years since any man had shown a desire for her. It was both flattering, and alluring at the same time. She could fire him on the spot, and potentially destroy his collegiate career, or…
She could have some fun of her own…
*”Renny, do you want to keep this job?”*
He shook his head slowly still staring at the floor.
*”Look at me young man, yes or no?”*
He looked up and caught her intense hazel eyes piercing through him.
*”Yes Mrs. Verduin”*
*”Good… then finish”*
His heart raced unexpectedly and he face felt flush, was she telling him to…
*”If you wanna keep this job I need to see how you’ll preform, whether I’m here or not, now STROKE!”*
She grabbed him by the shoulders and moved him back to the chair and forced him to sit.
*”Take out that cock and spill your load for me, I know you want to. I see you sneaking peeks at my ass when you think I’m not aware, and now I catch you playing with yourself in my office to my picture. You’re going to beat that load out while I watch you, you understand.”*
He sat stunned by did as he was instructed, he wouldn’t last long. He started to view her picture on the desk once more until she slammed it down on the desk.
*”You don’t need that, I’m right here”* she unhooked her dress and let it fall to the floor around her ankles, her full natural breast hung, her cotton panties stretched tightly around her wide hips. She sucked one finger into her mouth and she played with her breast.
Renny stroked harder and before he even began his body betrayed him as he groaned and erupted a massive load of cum onto the floor. Rope after Rope of hot jizz flew from his cock and he couldn’t help but to close his eyes and ride the waves of dizzying pleasure.
When he was done he fell back in the office chair, Miss V had put her dress back on and stood in front of him.
*”From now on, when you need a release, you will only do so with my instruction and permission, or you’re fired. Understood?”*
He nodded his approval, still stunned by what just took place.
*”Good boy, now clean up this mess you’ve made you filthy pervert, we have a shop to run”*
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