She wasn’t old enough. At least that’s what she kept telling herself. He was nearly twice her age. And her boss. But today she would try. She deserved it.
Pulling into the parking lot, she saw the sedan that made her grin. There was a chance she could be in his office before he came in for lunch. Hurrying up the stairs, she nodded at the secretary as she walked by. At least she’d been recognized. A short time span as night janitorial staff had its perks.
Her shorts were short – cutoff just above the pockets; you could count her change. Her pale legs were barely tinted by the new summer sun, and you could see the edges of her backside when she bent down to tie her low top Chuck Taylor knock-offs. She had chosen green underneath her clothes. It accentuated her soft skin tone and brunette hair.
Her knock on the door went unanswered. She opened the door, walked in, and leaned against the edge of his desk.
– – –
His day had been quite irritating. A picker had pulled half a warehouse rack over in haste. OSHA would be there soon. He’d better get lunch before he was mired in paperwork and controversy. Corporate management wasn’t going to be happy about this.
Grumbling to himself, he turned the corner in time to see the new girl walk into the office zone. Maybe he’d get a peek at those long legs on his way to eat. Small upside to a crappy morning.
– – –
She stretched out a bit. She knew her legs were her best asset, but she’d hidden her supple breasts behind baggy sweatshirts in the colder part of this building. Today’s v-neck tee was nice for showing off her slight curves – just enough to excite the older college boys.
– – –
The door knob turned. The crack of light and it’s slow run across the floor mirrored her excitement and anxiousness. He walked in, looking at the papers from his mailbox, totally missing the alluring stretch she had made. But there was no missing the legs.
He first saw the white toes, then the black panels of her shoes. He followed the laces up her foot to the ankle. The long slow curve that ran beyond her calf was shadowed by the desk she leaned on. Her knee slightly flexed, he wondered what she was doing there.
Her nervousness had not gotten the best of her plan. She reached deliberately for her laces, showing the back side of her closest leg as she untied them. He swore he saw a flash of green, felt a stir in his groin.
Kicking off her shoes, she turned to him, eying his body for reaction. His face showed what she thought to be slight interest, but his pants told the real story. He had begun to swell, and the movement behind his cotton blend was unmistakable.
“I’m new. And I wanted to introduce myself.”
“Go on.”
She unbuttoned her shorts and began to walk toward him. As her feet came down to the floor her shorts followed, confirming what he’d seen. Her green, lacy, low-cut underwear and the quiver in her lean, muscular legs gave him more reason to consider her.
She lifted her shirt high to reveal an equally impressive bra, supporting her soft pale breasts. Her nipples faintly visible through the green lace. Her hair fell haphazardly across her collar bones as she lowered he arms. Her face showed excitement and fear all at once.
He moved closer, pulling his belt from its perch, unbuttoning his pants as he strode up to her. She flinched at his warm hands on her hips. Her arms raised around his neck and she pecked at his lips. She tasted like vanilla and mint and smelled like marshmallows and sugar.
She reached inside his pants to unleash his swollen mess. It was heavier than she’d guessed, thicker. Her hands moved mechanically up and down, but their softness prevented any discomfort.
They kissed as he guided her hand in a slow methodical motion. Her bosom fell only slightly when he removed her bra, revealing the beige areolae he’d noticed before. They rounded over and met at her nipple. His lips aimed for them as he lifted her from the ground.
His strength was matched only by his guidance as she rode him, her wetness catching in her underwear. He held her by her hips and small of her back, only moving his hand away to rip her underwear from her body, putting her slippery lips on the soft underside of his penis. She wanted nothing more than to take him in.
Her wetness increased with each movement. He rotated to rest against the desk, bringing her legs beneath his arms, putting her feet beside his hips. She raised up, reached down, and guided his tip to her. Her resistance was more than she anticipated. She slowed her push, easing down as her body stretched to receive him.
When she had taken all of him in she felt it. A give inside of her. A rush of fluid. Her body tensed and then trembled. A dull pain shot through the inside of her legs and dissipated just as quickly. Dribbles of blood trailed down the inside of his thighs. She began to move again, sliding the entire length of his shaft, only increasing her speed as the pain subsided.
It was odd to feel the added warmth, and her look of shock told her virginal secret. She looked at her mom’s boyfriend. “Please don’t tell.”
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