“Want to grab a bite when you finish up”, T’s message read. We had been off air for about an hour and I had stayed behind to finish up some work. I was getting hungry so I accepted the invitation. “M is going to tag along with us if you don’t mind. She’s going through a rough patch, so it would do her good to have some company for a moment.” M had been briefly at the station before leaving for another market, but came back to do the morning weather after O left. She was cute with dimples, shoulder length brown hair, and an all right build. She had a small child and her and her husband had just separated. I figured the more the merrier so I told T it wouldn’t be a problem. Besides, if T liked you, she’d go out of her way to help you. It must be her maternal instinct.
We found a place not far from the station. The food was good and T and I laughed and joked about anything and everything under the sun, but M didn’t say much and picked at her food. Eventually she opened up a little, but my first experience around her was pretty underwhelming.
About a year later, M had gone back to her normal shift and kind of broke out of her shell. She still wasn’t very extroverted, but would occasionally chime in every now and then. So at the company Christmas party, I was sitting at the bar of the swanky hotel ballroom as T and her husband came up to me to tell me they were leaving. Someone crashed into me. I turned around to see M drunk off her ass, saying to T’s husband how nice we were to her. L (M’s best friend), came up to collect M and tell her that she was cut off for the night. As L was leading her away, she blurted out I should call her and pantomimed giving me a blowjob. T and her husband cracked up laughing as I tried to hide. “Careful, big boy. I think she likes you”, T said as she tried to regain her composure.
That Monday morning as I fired up my work computer, M had messaged me to apologize for her behavior. She wanted to meet up to tell me face-to-face, but I messaged back it was OK and to forget it. The next day, she messaged me again, adamant that we meet up. Seeing as she wouldn’t take no for an answer, I caved in and recommend a place for us to meet.
Later that week we finally met up. Once again, she didn’t eat much, and meekly apologized. Our meeting was brief, but when it was time to go, I paid for both our meals and walked M to her car. As I was about to tell her that I would see her later, she threw herself at me and grabbed my face to steal a kiss. As I stood there trying to process what exactly the fuck just happened, M jumped into her car and sped off. I stood there in the parking lot dumbfounded.
I got to work the next day and once again was greeted by a message from M. She thanked me for letting her vent and asked if we could meet up again because she had something important to tell me. For reasons I have yet to comprehend, I gave her my address.
About 8 o’clock that night, I awoke to the sound of someone knocking on my door. I opened it to find M in her coat, with a knee-length skirt and boots. I invited her in and we went to my couch. I asked her why she was so adamant about needing to see me. She said that there was something she needed to say, but she wasn’t sure how to say it. I had a hunch, but I pressed on. Soon enough, M confessed that although things between her husband and her had been patched over, she had a thing for me and she was confused. She started to get misty eyed, but then she threw herself at me, but this time I cut her off. “Look, M. I’m not upset about the Christmas party. I’m not upset about lunch earlier this week. But when you wake me up at eight and my alarm goes off at two just for you to tell me you’re confused and it isn’t my problem, well then I mind. So what the fuck do you want?” She looked towards the floor and meekly stammered, “I just… it’s…I want to know what fucking you is like.” I let out a long breath and responded, “Oh…that’s all it is then?” She nodded, avoiding eye contact with me. I sat down next to her. I put my finger under her chin and lifted her face so we finally made eye contact. “All right then. If that’s what you want, I’ll play along, but we play by my rules, OK?” She bit her lower lip and nodded. “First things first, I’m going to need you to stand up so I can get a look at you.” M got up from the couch and started unzipping her skirt, but I stopped her. “No. No. Start with your boots”, I told her. She unzipped her boots and removed them. She removed the pair of footie socks covering the feet of her nylons. I told her to come to me. I turned her around and finished unzipping her skirt. Under her nylons she was wearing a turquoise pair of bikini bottom panties. I peeled the nylons off and unbuttoned her shirt. She had on a strapless black bra on. I made her slowly turn around so I could get a good look at her. She seemed uneasy, so I got up and put my hands on her hips. I kissed her and felt her melt. She heavily exhaled out her nose as I began to probe her mouth with my tongue. I picked her up and carried her to my bedroom.
As we got to the foot of my bed, I let her down. I put my hands on her hips again and continued to kiss her. I pulled her closer to me and she yelped as I slapped her ass. She moaned as I started to kiss her neck. I felt the goosebumps form on her as she put her hands under my shirt. I unclasped her bra to reveal her small tits. Her nipples were already hard as I began to flick one with my tongue. I started rubbing her stomach, teasing that I was going to finger her pussy at any moment. I ran my hands along her inner thighs, feeling the warmth emanating from within her. I finally slipped a finger under her panties along her slit. She was already wet. I kneeled down to remove her panties. She had a small, neatly trimmed, brown bush. I had her put on leg on the bed. I parted her lips and she let out an “Oh my God” as I plunged my tongue inside her. Her leg wobbled as she started to cum, but I stopped to tease her. Like I said, we were going to do it my way. I denied her several more orgasms until she begged me to make her cum. I put both my arms under her legs so I could grab both her ass cheeks. I began to suck on her clit and slid a finger inside. She almost collapsed when I finally let her cum.
I laid her down and started rubbing my half erect cock on her sopping wet pussy. As soon as I was hard enough, she whimpered when I penetrated her. As soon as I had my full thickness in, she arched her back and her eyes began to roll to the back of her head. I began pounding away at her. Her small tits jiggled with every thrust. I slowed my pace to let her catch her breath, but picked back up when I was ready. As soon as I felt like I was going to cum, M begged me not to do it inside her. When I was ready, I pulled out and shot rope after rope on her tiny frame. She laid there satisfied, her fantasy having been filled.
I haven’t had much contact with her since then. She’s busy raising her kid and on the surface her relationship with her husband has been patched up. Every once in a while, though, while her son is at school and her husband is at work she comes over. But instead of the shy little pixie I once knew, I open my door to find a sultry vixen with a mischievous smirk on her face.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/m053x8/adventures_in_broadcasting_pt_8_the_wallflower_mf