Training The New Hire [MF]

*Story note: This all took place in Covid times, but I took out all the Covid references, like masks and distancing, etc. Writing “and then I pulled down my mask” 500 times just wasn’t feeling real sexy to me.*

I started at a new company about 2 years ago and I’ve gotten pretty comfortable there. I don’t have to talk to anyone and I just come in, do my work, and leave. I don’t think anyone there knows anything about my personal life. I don’t wear a wedding ring, I don’t have a Facebook, and I’d be surprised if anyone even knows that I’m married.

It’s an accounting firm and the only woman I work closely with announced her plans to retire a few weeks ago. I spoke with my manager and we agreed that I’d train her replacement. I helped do the secondary interviews with about 10 applicants over a week; they all seemed nice enough and probably could have handled the job, but within the flood of male candidates, the two women were the most impressive.

One standout candidate was Nikki, who I’ll make another post about. She had an impressive resume (and a more impressive body), but before we could make her an offer she ended up moving to Houston with her boyfriend. The other standout candidate was Kelly. She’s a petite girl, only 5’2 with long, straight, blonde hair. She was dressed up much more than the other candidates. She wore a tight, black skirt cropped just above her knees that showed off her legs. She coupled a tight, black blazer with low-cut, dark blue blouse that showed off her B-cup cleavage. She towed the line between conservative business attire and slutty secretary and definitely pulled it off.

Personally, I didn’t need to see any other candidates after her. She had 3 years of relevant experience, she knew all the excel formulas I tested her on, and she had a good enough personality. She was a little bland, a little reserved. I recalled interviewing Nikki the day before and while she and I got on like old friends, Kelly was a bit more distant. But of course, I wouldn’t hold that against her, she was more than qualified. I told my boss what I thought and we made her an offer to start first thing the next week.

Monday came and Kelly showed up in the same, over-the-top business attire. For the first week, that’s all she wore. Every day it was another short skirt, another tight blazer, and another low-cut blouse. Meanwhile I’m wearing jeans and a polo everyday, hoping that she’d get the message without me saying anything. I didn’t mind though, when she sat next to me for training she’d cross and uncross her legs. She had thin, toned legs that I imagined led to a tight ass; I hadn’t been brave enough to look. I also found myself sneaking a peek at her cleavage whenever I could. The dark blazers she wore juxtaposed her pale skin and emphasized the shadowy line of her cleavage. I often found her rubbing the soreness out of her neck and then moving down to her chest while she looked away; almost as if she was inviting me to look.

Something else I noticed was the giant engagement ring on her finger. She hadn’t worn anything like that to the interview, so it seemed her then boyfriend proposed over the weekend. I asked a few questions about him, but Kelly always brushed them off with short answers. “Oh Ryan’s an engineer, he works late hours, the proposal was nice, my family was there,” there was something lackluster about the way she spoke about him, like she was only with him out of habit.

Kelly would always turn the question back on me. “Are you seeing anyone?” “What do you do for fun,” and while normally I wouldn’t let on about my personal life, I told her about my wife, and how I’m super boring and I just watch TV all the time. She thought that was funny and said “Yeah, I don’t buy that you just watch TV, you look like you work out all the time! I bet you just live at the gym…” she trailed off toward the end and I laughed. She blushed a bit, like she was letting on more than she meant to.

The second week of training, Kelly wore more casual outfits, but stuck with the tight skirts. I was brave enough to check out her ass and I was impressed. I don’t know how she put on a skirt so tight, she must have the factory make them special. She wore a button-up blouse most days, usually buttoned just above her cleavage, but my office gets warm throughout the day. After lunch Kelly would unbotton an extra button and I’d sneak a look when she was rubbing her neck and chest.

Tuesday afternoon she wore a nearly see-through white blouse with a black bra. She came back from lunch with her buttons undone and after training for another hour she rubbed her neck and then moved down to her chest and flapped her blouse back and forth for air. I watched a single bead of sweat drip down from her neck and slowly down her cleavage. I was imagining her without the blouse in matching lace underwear, showing off that tight ass. I started to get a little hard before I looked up and noticed she was staring at me with her mouth open. “Oh, sorry, I thought I…” I was at a loss for words, “I thought I saw a bug…?” I finished weakly. There was an excruciatingly long silence. A paperclip fell to the floor and I heard it clatter on the carpet. “A bug?” she asked. “Yeah,” I responded, “like, a little… Bug?”

I couldn’t breathe, my less-than-innocent looks were now becoming an HR problem. But then she started laughing and I felt color come back to my face. Kelly re-buttoned her blouse as she said “I’ll let it slide, but only because I thought I saw a bug on your jeans a few times.” I wasn’t sure what she meant. “Like, right now for instance. Bugs must make you excited!” I looked down and you could barely tell I was hard. My semi-hard cock was running down my thigh, you’d have to look pretty hard to tell it from the seam in my jeans. “Oh my god, I’m kidding!” She said, “But don’t let my fiancée catch you looking, he’s crazy jealous.”

That second week, we got to know each other better. Started talking more about our hobbies, we both love to drink, but our significant others were more teetotalers. She started to tell a story about how drunk she used to get in college, but then stopped and blushed. Red crept down from her face to her neck and then on to her cleavage as she massaged the area. It took a lot of willpower not to look.

“We should have a drink after work, celebrate your second week.” I told her, “You should be good to start on your own next week; glad to be done with training?” She smiled, “Aw, I’ll miss you! I can still come to you with questions, right?” she asked. “Yeah, I’m just right down the hall. If you ever get sick of the cubes, you can hang out here too, I don’t mind.” “Awesome, I can’t wait to have my own office. You’re lucky.” She told me. “I am lucky,” I told her, “I wouldn’t even have an office if the last guy hadn’t died.” I told her. “Are you serious?” she asked, visibly shocked. “Yeah, people still come in here and ask for Pete and then I have to break the bad news… Poor Pete…” I said and shook my head. “Wow…” she said solemnly. I just stared at her with a smug smirk on my face. “Oh my god!” She said indignantly, “You’re fucking with me!” and she started half heartedly slapping at my arm. “I full-on believed you!” Kelly moved to shove me, and her hands pressed into my abs which were tensed for the attack. She was laughing as she did this, but then made a small moan. “Mmm…” escaped her mouth as her shove turned into a bit of grasping around my abs. She blushed and quickly retracted her arms. But she was still giving me the elevator eyes as she bit her lip. “Anyway… Yeah, maybe we could have drinks after work sometime…” she said awkwardly.

I came in the next day and Kelly was back to acting normal, so I asked her if she was up for drinks on Friday at a place near work. She said she was free for a quick drink, but we wouldn’t get crazy; I agreed. Friday morning I told my wife I’d have to work late, I didn’t want her getting jealous of me going out with a female co-worker and I didn’t want her tagging along either. Work passed quickly, after 2 weeks of training, Kelly knew what she was doing, so we just kept distracting each other instead of working. I asked my manager if we could head out a little early and she said it was fine, so by 4pm we were already at the bar.

Kelly ran to the bar and ordered 4 shots of whiskey, knowing it was our favorite. “I thought we weren’t getting crazy.” I said before knocking our glasses together and taking the first shot. Kelly knocked hers back in a second without a chaser. “Yeah,” she said, “That was when we only had an hour, I don’t have to be home ’til 6, so now we’ve got time.” She picked up the second shot, cheersed me, and threw it back as quick as the first. “Whoo!” she said with a laugh, “oh, that’s good. You know, Ryan can’t even take shots. And he hates when I drink, he says I get stupid. Isn’t that just so rude?” she asked. “Yeah, that’s messed up,” I told her as I finished my second shot. “I-” I started to talk, but Kelly interrupted. “See! You get it!” She said loudly and slapped my chest lightly. “You. Get it!” she said again, slapping my chest but this time drawing her hand slowly down my chest. She was barely hiding the fact that she was feeling me up. I ordered us a couple mixed drinks, so we could slow down a bit, but Kelly ordered 4 more shots.” This is it, I promise,” she told me noticing my concerned look, “I have to get all the drinking in now so I’m sober by the time I drive home.” she explained. “So, your wife doesn’t drink either, right? What’s her problem?” she asked, more rudely than I think she meant to.

“Yeah, Jen doesn’t drink, it makes her dizzy,” I told her, “but she doesn’t mind if I drink. She says it makes me last longer, so she has no complaints.” “Oh my god,” she responded, feigning shock, “you’re so bad! Last longer… We’ll have to test that out later, oh-my-god I’m kidding!” I didn’t even have time to react to anything she said, she was talking so quickly at me. But she brushed her hand down my chest again as she said it, letting me know it wasn’t *all* joke.

We sat down at a small bar table with talk stools. We talked about work, how we ended up there, where we were from originally, and other times we had gotten drunk. It was after 5 by the time we took our 3rd shot. Kelly had grabbed hers and was clinking it aggressively at mine. We were on our 2nd mixed drink too, but she seemed more relaxed than drunk. “Soooooo,” she said with a giggle, “um… Can I ask you a personal question?” “Sure, I guess,” I told her, “Just don’t tell your fiancée, right?” her face almost went white, “Oh-my-god, for real though don’t!” she said. Her face relaxed again, “But um, so, like, does your wife, like, come, like, from sex?” I raised an eyebrow at her and she grabbed her fourth shot and took it.

I followed suit and responded, “Yeah, of course,” I laughed, “what kind of question is that?” she didn’t laugh back, and looked up at me with. She had these big, blue puppy dog eyes, I couldn’t tell if they looked sad or hopeful. “Like,” she started to ask, “like *every* time?” “Yeah, Kelly,” I told her flatly, “every time. Multiple times.” I laughed again, more awkwardly this time. But she started laughing too and it eased the tension. “Cool, cool.” she said absent-mindedly, “Like, I don’t want to talk shit, but Ryan has never made me come from sex. Like, other guys have, but he just runs out of steam or something, I don’t know…” she told me. I couldn’t help myself and laughed in my drink, some spilled and I cleaned it up with a napkin.” “Then why are you marrying him?!” I asked finally. “What kind of question is *that*?” she asked looking offended. “He’s got a good job, he’s nice to my parents, we’ve been together for a while, why not?” she asked. “Um… Why not? Maybe because he can’t make you come?” I said bluntly. I didn’t really care, I mean it’s her life, I barely knew this girl. I just felt bad for her, the rest of her life without an orgasm?

“He can too! He’s really good at going down, so he does that sometimes. Like on valentine’s day or my birthday.” I laughed into my drink again, spilled and cleaned up while Kelly gave me a pouty look. “I don’t want to talk about this anymore,” she said pouting harder, but I could tell she was exaggerating. “Hey, no offense meant,” I told her, I clasped my hands around hers and said, “it’s just hard seeing a beautiful woman like yourself not having her needs met.” I gave her the same smug look I wore when I told her about dead Pete’s office. She blushed and looked up at me with those big, blue doe eyes again. Her face seemed to light up at this and she was about to say something when the words seemed to get caught in her throat. I saw her eyes reading my face now, “Oh my god,” she said, “you are such a bitch!” she meant to sound mad, but she was laughing. “I thought you were propositioning me!” she blushed again and covered by downing the rest of her drink.

“You did, huh? And how did you feel about that?” I asked her, amused. “I don’t know!” she said exasperated, “I mean, I’ll take the compliment, I guess…” she trailed off. “I bet that’s not the only thing you’d take…” I said flippantly and finished my drink. She gave me an amused glare and a shocked look. “You are so bad!” she said giggling, “I swear!” She shook her head and placed a hand on my knee that lingered about 10 seconds longer than it should have.

“We should probably get going, it’s like 5:30.” Kelly said, she looked down at herself and mouthed some words silently. She had a similar habit at work when she was mentally adding figures together. “Already?” I asked her, “I thought you had until 6:00?” She seemed to finish whatever mental calculations she was doing and looked up at me, biting her lip. “Ugh, yeah, I know,” she said smiling, “but traffic, you know?” I picked up the check and we walked out together. I felt like she had been sending signals, but it could have just been harmless flirting. I told myself it was better to be safe than sorry with co-workers, I reminded myself of the potential HR incident I avoided earlier that week.

I always park at the far end of the lot away from the other cars. My car was already battle-worn with scratches from various drunken hit-and-runners, so I try to distance myself. Kelly had followed me there from work and parked right next to me, so we walked together. I don’t think she’d pass for sober to her fiancée, she was so giggly as we walked. I kept asking her “What’s so funny,” and she’d reply “it’s nothing!” but then smile at me. I walked past her car toward mine, and went to turn around and say goodbye, but she was right in step with me.

“Listen…” she said, looking up at me with her big, blue eyes, “I want to try something.” Before I could ask what, she lifted herself up on her tip toes and grabbed the back of my neck. I fell back against my car as she pulled my head to hers and kissed me. She started soft, kissing my lips gently, but once she found no resistance she started using her tongue. She moaned as our tongues twisted together and she pulled me in closer. I unzipped her jacket and started rubbing up and down her body, feeling the curves I had been watching for two weeks. My hands moved down to her tight ass and squeezed. It was so firm, I almost couldn’t grab it through her skirt. She giggled as her hands ran across my body. My jacket open, she drew her hand down my chest again, feeling my pecks and abs and moaned with delight. We overheard a few other bar patrons laugh as they left the bar and we pulled apart. “Let’s go in your car,” Kelly said matter-of-factly, “it’s bigger.”

I opened my car door and expected her to run over to the passengers side, but as I sat down, she reached under the seat and pulled the bar to move the seat back. I shot backwards and now understanding, reclined my seat back. Kelly straddled me and shut the door, haphazardly kissing me as she did. She grabbed my jacket and threw off her own into the back seat. She leaned forward and undid a few buttons on her blouse. I pulled my jeans and boxers down and my hard cock popped up into her skirt. Kelly gasped in surprise and started grinding on my dick through her panties. Her hands on my chest, I let her grind on me slowly for a minute or two. “Mmm,” she moaned and looked at me, her big blue eyes looking much more lusty than doe-like. She suddenly looked serious and shoved my chest hard, “I’m going to let you fuck me, but you *have* to make come.” she told me as if striking a deal. “Not a problem,” I told her. “You fucking better make me come, or I am going to be so mad…” Kelly said as she hiked her skirt up and grabbed my dick from between her legs. “Oh fuck, yeah, that might do it,” she told me as her hand glided up and down, feeling the soft head and then the veins running down it. She squeezed and pumped it a few times before moving her panties aside and guiding me in.

She was already wet, the kind of wet where she must’ve been horny for at least the last hour. I slid in slowly and she gasped. “Ohhh, yeah, oh! Oh! Slow! Oh!” She gasped and moaned as she slid down onto my dick and was only a few inches in before she paused. I started to undo the rest of her blouse as we kissed wildly and continued running our hands over each other. She saw me notice the black, lace bra she was wearing and smiled. “Your favorite,” she said and let the rest of my dick enter her. “Oohhh, ohhhhh yeah…” she moaned. I pulled her head in close to mine and kissed her deeply as I unclasped the bra. It dropped down revealing her perky B-cups with hard, pointed nipples. I grabbed both breasts eagerly and squeezed them. Round, soft, and perky, they held tight to her chest and were everything I had imagined. My right arm moved behind her and grabbed a cupful of her firm ass. It was practically all muscle and I felt her pussy squeeze me as I groped her. Kelly was tight inside and out.

She grabbed my arms and threw them off her and moved them behind the headrest. She exchanged hands, so mine were crossed behind the seat and she pulled until I sucked in my teeth from the pain. She gave me an evil grin and began bouncing up and down on my dick. “Oh, yeah! Mmm! Yeah! Oh shit, it feels so good, ah! Ah! Ahh!” she moaned, wrecklessly throwing herself back and forth. I thought she was close to coming, but her moans stayed consistent. I laid back and let her work. I watched as her black bra dangled from her chest, still threaded through her light blue blouse with the sleeves rolled up. Kelly had her eyes closed now like she was concentrating. She moved back and forth on my dick in a methodical pattern, squeezing my dick as she pulled back. “Your can’t force an orgasm, Kelly,” I told her, she seemed embarrassed as she released my hands. I grabbed her head again and kissed her deeply before releasing her and whispering “relax…”

I grabbed her hips and pulled her close to me and then lifted her up and off. I slid her almost off my dick and then all the way back down. I started slow and then sped up adding a pelvic thrust that made her moan a high-pitched “Ah!” Her back was arched up and she was holding onto the “oh fuck bar” above the window. She was moving with me, grinding her hips as I pushed and pulled her. “Oh, shit, Ah! That’s… Ah! Oh shit, ah! Oh god, ah! Ohhh, yeah, ah! Yeah! Ah! Yeah!” she started to moan faster and more high-pitched. She fell forward and grasped my chest hard. She was still grinding her hips like a belly dancer and her eyes flitted up into her head. “Shit, shit, shit, shit! Ahh, AHH!” I felt the rolling squeeze of her orgasm as she sped up and grinded on me hard. She was doing all the work now, just using my body as she grinded back and forth.

Kelly started to slow down, but her body was vibrating. I put my right palm against her flat stomach and started rubbing her clit with my thumb. “Oh shit, yeah, don’t stop, ah! Don’t stop, don’t stop, Ahh! Oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-god, oh-my-god, you’re gonna make me come aga- Ah! Ahhhh! Shit! Yeah! Ah! Yeah!” My thumb was working overtime, massaging her clit while she writhed on top of me. Every “ah” was accompanied by a sharp squeeze from her pussy. I was getting close to coming too.

Kelly had a look of intense shock on her face, as if she’d never come before. She grabbed my face and stared me in the eyes. “Oh my god, how the fuck…” she started to ask, but then pulled me close and shoved her tongue in my mouth. Her ass bounced up and down and she moaned through her nose as she attacked me with her tongue. I grabbed her hips to slow her down. “Where do you want me to come?” I asked her. “It’s fine,” she told me, “I’m on the pill, just come inside me.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I held her arms down at her sides, pulling her down hard onto my cock. I leaned back so I was nearly horizontal and started bucking my hips into her. Kelly was going wild, someone was sure to hear. “Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! AH!” she moaned in a high-pitched wail every time my dick collided with her cervix. “Fuck,” I told her, “I’m gonna come!” “Ah! Ah! Yes, fucking do it!” she told me. With a few final thrusts, I released my load into her. She gasped as she felt my cum shoot into her. She continued bouncing up and down after I laid back limp, milking every drop out of me.

She grabbed my face again and kissed me passionately. Her ass continued to bounce up and down, almost instinctively. I laid back and enjoyed it; I love the feeling of post-orgasm sex, that feeling of a tight pussy moving against my exhausted cock as it twitches. “Oh my god, I don’t want to get off you,” she told me, “I think I’m in love with your dick.” “It’s almost 6:00,” I responded, “we should both be getting back.” Kelly let out a loud sigh. “Ryan’s probably going to want to have sex tonight, too…” she said disappointedly. “Tell him he has to go down on you first.” I joked. She laughed, “Yeah? Have him dive face first in your cum?” I laughed, “Just tell him he makes you”*really* wet,” I suggested.” “Oh my god, that’s awful!” she said, and shoved my chest playfully, “maybe if he’s really pushy about it, we’ll see.”

Kelly re-clasped her bra and started buttoning up her blouse. I sat and watched her as my cock twitched, still inside her. She sighed again as she lifted herself off me and rolled to the passenger seat. She adjusted her panties and then her skirt and grabbed her jacket. She looked over at me, the hopeful doe eyes were back. “Hmph,” she let out a pouty grunt as she looked at my still-hard cock. “I don’t think…” Kelly started, but then stared down at my cock again and seemed to lose her train of thought. I pulled up my pants and boxers and pulled my seat back up. Kelly looked back up at me, “We can’t do this again, right?” she asked me, seeming to know the answer. I shrugged, “It seems like you needed it.” she shrugged back and said “Yeah…”

“So,” I told her, “if you need it again, I’m just right down the hall in Pete’s office.” She smiled and shoved me again, “You’re so bad…” she said with a sly grin.

And with that Kelly left, I waved as she got in her car and we went home to our significant others. As good as the car sex was, I felt like I needed something more. I needed some better lighting to see Kelly’s body and some harder furniture to fuck her even harder, like a bed. Or maybe my desk.

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