Story 10
Summary:
Erin, a nineteen-year-old, virgin. Since she was a young girl, she always wanted to be a lawyer. She’s finally got her chance to get some work experience, and she has no idea what to expect.
Jason, late thirties. He welcomes Erin into his office and quickly makes a move on her.
Oral, titty sucking, ass worship, pussy licking, blow jobs, jerk off, fingering.
Erin was looking forward to this. Ever since she had been young it had always been something of a dream of hers that she might one day become a lawyer. It had been hard in school to stay focused. She was a naturally sociable and outgoing girl, and she had always been popular. Added to that the fact that she had grown into a beautiful young woman, and there were always things to tempt her, invitations to parties, dates, and more.
She was a petite girl - short and slim, but still with enough curves to catch the attention of the guys her age. She had light, flawless skin with Shoulder length blonde hair. Her features were delicate, almost doll-like, with big blue eyes. There was something about her appearance that seemed oh so innocent, yet at the same time there was something in the flash of her eyes, the way that she would smile a certain wicked little smile that seemed to suggest something else - it seemed to somehow suggest that she seemed to know things that her innocent appearance belied. Her innocence charmed men and the sense that there was something more to her just dragged them in and made them fall for her - hard.
She had done her best to juggle her social life and her studies and for the most part, it had worked. The big problem that she had faced, however, was that it was hard to get the two of them to balance properly.
There had been boyfriends, even guys who had meant the world to her, but before things could get really serious, or go too far, she had been unable to give them the time that they wanted. Some of them had accepted it sadly, some had pleaded or got angry and argued, but it was no good.
Sometimes she told herself that things would be different when she got to college, or even after college. A part of her knew that maybe that wasn't going to be the case. Surely her life would only get even busier. She was ambitious. It was both a blessing and a curse for her. She told herself that it would all be worthwhile when she finally got what she wanted. When she was finally a fully-fledged lawyer.
One thing that did bother her somewhat was the fact that she was still a virgin at nineteen years old. It seemed like a silly thing to be bothered about but seeing all of her friends with their steady boyfriends learning all the secrets that they had all spent so long wondering about did make her feel slightly jealous. There was really no point lying to herself about it.
She had thought about finding a guy for a one-off hookup. Just one wild night so that she could finally say that she had done it. The problem with that idea was finding a suitable man for this. It didn't seem to be happening, unfortunately. She wanted something casual and she just wasn't sure if she'd be able to get something like that with the guys that she knew.
However, she had received a letter that had given her something much more important to focus on. She had been writing to all the law firms in the city trying to get some kind of internship or unpaid work experience. Her friends who were going to spend their last summer before going away to college partying and having fun thought that she was mad to give that up to go and do work all day - and unpaid work at that! But whenever they questioned her about her choice, she just smiled to herself. She knew what she was doing. This was all part of the plan, just another step to get her where she wanted to be. A part of her was proud of the sacrifice that she wanted to make to get where she wanted to be. It would all be worth it, that was her mantra.
For a while, she had heard nothing back from any of the law offices. She had felt disheartened but kept sending out the resumes and hoping for the best.
Then, the letter had come. She had been accepted. She could hardly contain her excitement. This was it, her big chance.
Soon enough her first day was just around the corner.
She could hardly sleep the night before. She had chosen an outfit that she thought would make her look suitably serious and ready for business. She would wear a light whole blouse that was loose enough not to show off her figure too much - she didn’t want to give off the wrong impression, after all - and a pencil skirt that finished just above her knees. The skirt did show off her toned legs, but she felt that it was still a professional enough look.
The morning of her first day she showered before heading in.
She felt a tingle of excitement. This was it, everything that she had worked for.
As she lathered her body under the hot stream of water she felt a tingle of excitement throughout her body. She couldn't remember the last time that she had felt like this. She needed some way to release this tension that was building within her.
As her hands moved over her hot little body she felt a strange sensation. It took her a few moments to understand just what was going on. She was starting to feel turned on. She was surprised to be feeling this now. The only times she had really felt it to this extent before were in those days when she had been going out with some guy and she had thought that things were really hotting up and that it might lead somewhere. Feeling those exploratory hands on her body, sensing how unsure the guy was as he wondered just what he could actually get away with, what she wanted. The hot, frantic fumblings. Both of them wanted it but neither of them knew just what to do.
She ran her hands over her breasts. They weren't the biggest, but she thought that they looked good all the same. She stroked them. In her mind, she could imagine the hands belonged to someone else, to that mystery man that she had been searching for. Where was he? She wished that she knew. But here in this shower, she could imagine him, all the same. She could imagine that his hands were reverently stroking her breasts. She thought about the look on his face when he saw her naked body. She wanted to be desired. She wanted to be worshiped.
The tingling within her was intensifying. She could feel a heat that was coming from the pit of her stomach. It was more than just the heat of the water, the steam in the shower. It was something else that was much more primal. She knew what it was on some basic, instinctual level but she didn’t know how to fully articulate the desire within herself.
One of her hands moved as though it had a life all of its own. It moved down her flat stomach and found its way between her legs. She touched herself there.
At times she had wondered what it would be like to be touched there and she had considered trying it herself, but she had always thought about it far too much and had never actually done it. This time was different though. There was no thinking now, there was only instinct.
Her fingers pushed at her pussy. She felt the swell of her lips. She pushed them apart, exploring unknown places. She ran her fingers on herself. She sighed with contentment. This was the pleasure that she had been looking for all of this time. This was the thing that seemed to have eluded her for so long. It felt as though she was finally starting to work out the final part of some great mystery.
Her fingers moved tentatively, and it seemed as though everywhere that they moved they found new ways to bring her pleasure. She giggled slightly to herself. How could this be? How could she be bringing herself so much gratification so easily?
She didn't know what caused it, but suddenly she remembered where she was and what lay ahead of her that day. She abruptly stopped what she was doing, scowling slightly with annoyance that she couldn't just continue with her newfound knowledge of her own body.
She got out of the shower, dried herself, and got dressed. All the way to her new job she felt the tingle of excitement. But was it more than simple excitement? She felt as though there was something else to it as well. She thought that maybe when she finished work for the day she would go home and take a long, hot bath, wherein she would continue her new hobby.
When she arrived at the office building, she was sent up to the tenth floor. She was impressed, maybe even slightly overawed, by the grandiosity of her surroundings. She could feel her heart racing slightly and she had to keep telling herself to calm down. She was here because they wanted her there, after all. Surely they must have seen something in her application that had caught their eye.
She didn't even know anything about the man that she would be working for. All that she had was a name. Mr. Collins, Attorney At Law. That was it. She had tried to do some research on the company's website but the information was scarce.
His personal secretary kept her waiting for a few minutes. Erin looked at her. She looked as though she was maybe thirty years old, maybe a few years older. She was wearing a smart dress that showed off her trim figure. Erin was slightly envious of her. She looked cool, confident, and professional. She looked as though she belonged there. This made Erin feel slightly more self-conscious, even though she was sure that what she was wearing was appropriate. There was something slightly severe about the woman - perhaps it was the way her hair was pulled back tightly or the slight scowl on her face - but Erin had to admit that she was a good-looking woman.
The secretary took a call and then told Erin to go in. Erin stood up and took a deep breath. This was it. She headed into the office.