A FIRST SWEET CHEAT... (M/F)
[The story you are about to read is substantially True, the names have been changed to protect the innocent.]
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The Help-Wanted Ad said Marketing Trainee but it turned out to be a Recruiting Firm looking for headhunters willing to work on straight commission. I needed to move up in the work world and get away from retailing, and was looking for a summer job between my Junior and Senior years in college. What the heck, it was a chance to make some big money if you didnt mind being on the phone all day and besides.. the Executive Assistant to the owner was gorgeous! She was introduced to me as Cara.
Since Cara had gone straight into Secretarial School after graduating High School, we were about the same age and as the two youngest members of this small business we struck up an acquaintance talking about favorite music-videos-games-bars and other stuff that the middle-aged folks in the office were not into. But it always remained just friendly since we each were in a serious relationship with another.
Sometimes lunching together, we talked about double-dating but decided that it probably wouldnt be a good idea since both her boyfriend and my girlfriend were the jealous types. I really didnt try to push it further because, in my case, I was happy with my love life. The relationship I had with my girlfriend had progressed into some pretty steamy sex almost every night.
But I never tired of watching this well built, short haired brunette with the most enticing lips strut through the office, often in a low cut top or short skirt. Naïve as I was, it took me a while to figure out that I was being teased. What pushed me over the edge one day was her stacking some paperwork and brochures on the floor in view of my desk. She bent down to collate copy after copy revealing her long luscious legs, and the occasional peek at her ass cheeks and mound barely covered by lacy underwear.
Evidently she enjoyed my glances, because we finally ended up taking a ride and parking to neck instead of lunching that day. She had a delectable kiss and delicate (guilty?) touch that I encouraged, but it didnt go too far. We fondled but kept our hands outside the clothing, though not for not trying on my part
To pacify our shamed consciences, we cooled it for a time after that. Never mentioning the event or showing our interest for the following couple of weeks.
As stated earlier, I can sometimes be a little slow on the uptake. But finally I figured out that I could tease her as well as she could tease me! So I started to dress down a little bit, wearing a snug knit golf shirt and plain front khakis instead of my previous dress shirt and tie with pleated slacks. At 511 I was about average in height, but I was doing some serious strength training and was proud of my body.
Thankfully not everything about me was average, but Ive always been too modest to show off at the office or anywhere else. Since High School, I have made a habit to place my package toward the right pant leg to be comfortable. Any encouragement at all proved to be almost an embarrassment as it swelled to a dimension not to be ignored.
Well one sunny day, we both had our timing together wearing our most flattering clothes. She was dressed in a tight stretchy lycra top, low V cut with a bit of a frilled collar, a designer skirt-not too short but slit way up and the highest heels I had ever seen on her. She looked like something out of my wet dream!
As she brought me materials for a marketing campaign, she made sure that I could see down her blouse to admire her ample breasts. Man, she got me sprung!
Sitting there frustrated, I figured it was time to fight fire with fire, so I returned the favor and went out to her desk, asking further help of her. As she looked up from her keyboard to reply, her eyes froze on the engorged member running half way down my right leg.
HA! Were even!, I thought to myself. Time seemed to drag that day, but it wasnt long until we were finding a private place to park at lunch, and then again after work.
During the lunch rendezvous, I took the initiative in exploring her nubile body. Peeling back her blouse to reveal her perfect 34 C breasts, I enjoyed her small nipples that were the color of strawberry candy against her creamy white skin. I figured with an Italian surname, she would have been a little darker, but her mothers die of the family was german-Irish. Exploring her further I watched with lust as she let my finger disappear into the sweetest, cherry-pink snatch I had ever seen. And I have never known a woman to this day that got as wet there as she did. Cara just seemed to melt in my hands as they traveled all over her. Just finger-fucking her brought the sexiest little sobs of orgasm breathed into my ear. God, she was hot!
As much as we wanted to ditch work and continue our exploits somewhere more private, we couldnt risk scandal or potentially losing our jobs by not returning from lunch. (Not that she had to worry as the bosses niece.) So return we did, with me unfulfilled
(to be continued)
[The story you are about to read is substantially True, the names have been changed to protect the innocent.]
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The Help-Wanted Ad said Marketing Trainee but it turned out to be a Recruiting Firm looking for headhunters willing to work on straight commission. I needed to move up in the work world and get away from retailing, and was looking for a summer job between my Junior and Senior years in college. What the heck, it was a chance to make some big money if you didnt mind being on the phone all day and besides.. the Executive Assistant to the owner was gorgeous! She was introduced to me as Cara.
Since Cara had gone straight into Secretarial School after graduating High School, we were about the same age and as the two youngest members of this small business we struck up an acquaintance talking about favorite music-videos-games-bars and other stuff that the middle-aged folks in the office were not into. But it always remained just friendly since we each were in a serious relationship with another.
Sometimes lunching together, we talked about double-dating but decided that it probably wouldnt be a good idea since both her boyfriend and my girlfriend were the jealous types. I really didnt try to push it further because, in my case, I was happy with my love life. The relationship I had with my girlfriend had progressed into some pretty steamy sex almost every night.
But I never tired of watching this well built, short haired brunette with the most enticing lips strut through the office, often in a low cut top or short skirt. Naïve as I was, it took me a while to figure out that I was being teased. What pushed me over the edge one day was her stacking some paperwork and brochures on the floor in view of my desk. She bent down to collate copy after copy revealing her long luscious legs, and the occasional peek at her ass cheeks and mound barely covered by lacy underwear.
Evidently she enjoyed my glances, because we finally ended up taking a ride and parking to neck instead of lunching that day. She had a delectable kiss and delicate (guilty?) touch that I encouraged, but it didnt go too far. We fondled but kept our hands outside the clothing, though not for not trying on my part
To pacify our shamed consciences, we cooled it for a time after that. Never mentioning the event or showing our interest for the following couple of weeks.
As stated earlier, I can sometimes be a little slow on the uptake. But finally I figured out that I could tease her as well as she could tease me! So I started to dress down a little bit, wearing a snug knit golf shirt and plain front khakis instead of my previous dress shirt and tie with pleated slacks. At 511 I was about average in height, but I was doing some serious strength training and was proud of my body.
Thankfully not everything about me was average, but Ive always been too modest to show off at the office or anywhere else. Since High School, I have made a habit to place my package toward the right pant leg to be comfortable. Any encouragement at all proved to be almost an embarrassment as it swelled to a dimension not to be ignored.
Well one sunny day, we both had our timing together wearing our most flattering clothes. She was dressed in a tight stretchy lycra top, low V cut with a bit of a frilled collar, a designer skirt-not too short but slit way up and the highest heels I had ever seen on her. She looked like something out of my wet dream!
As she brought me materials for a marketing campaign, she made sure that I could see down her blouse to admire her ample breasts. Man, she got me sprung!
Sitting there frustrated, I figured it was time to fight fire with fire, so I returned the favor and went out to her desk, asking further help of her. As she looked up from her keyboard to reply, her eyes froze on the engorged member running half way down my right leg.
HA! Were even!, I thought to myself. Time seemed to drag that day, but it wasnt long until we were finding a private place to park at lunch, and then again after work.
During the lunch rendezvous, I took the initiative in exploring her nubile body. Peeling back her blouse to reveal her perfect 34 C breasts, I enjoyed her small nipples that were the color of strawberry candy against her creamy white skin. I figured with an Italian surname, she would have been a little darker, but her mothers die of the family was german-Irish. Exploring her further I watched with lust as she let my finger disappear into the sweetest, cherry-pink snatch I had ever seen. And I have never known a woman to this day that got as wet there as she did. Cara just seemed to melt in my hands as they traveled all over her. Just finger-fucking her brought the sexiest little sobs of orgasm breathed into my ear. God, she was hot!
As much as we wanted to ditch work and continue our exploits somewhere more private, we couldnt risk scandal or potentially losing our jobs by not returning from lunch. (Not that she had to worry as the bosses niece.) So return we did, with me unfulfilled
(to be continued)
