Story 12 #2
Knowing that she couldn’t wear her jeans over it, Cassandra looked for the biggest trench coat she had and threw it over the unitard.
She cinched the belt loosely around her waist then checked herself again, happy that she looked decent enough to walk into the hotel.
She decided to leave her brunette waves loose, thinking to tie it later in the gym.
At least it would make her look a bit more adult, she thought; then threw on a pair of comfortable flats.
She looked in the mirror again to check her final look.
“Drat!” she yelled and realized that she had forgotten to bind her breasts. It was looking fuller than usual through the coat.
There was no way she could be on time if she removed everything, bound her breasts and dressed again.
“This will have to do,” she thought, comforted that the black of the unitard helped her somehow look a bit slimmer.
Cassandra scooped the stack of envelopes and slung the small bag that had her stuff on her shoulder then headed out.
She took the bus across town since the hotel where her mom’s boss was staying was conveniently across the bus stop.
No sense in wasting money for a taxi. Since it was a peak hour, the bus was quite full and Cassandra managed to sit at the edge of the hard seat.
The rigid corner of the bus seat pushed under her bottom and she felt the familiar feeling waft through her as the bus moved on bumps and braked. She held the envelopes tight and closed her eyes, hoping the feeling would go away.
“If I had worn jeans, I wouldn’t be feeling this,” She thought, knowing that her thin unitard and the fabric of her coat was not enough to pad her crotch from stimulation.
Cassandra tried to slowly breathe in and out to calm herself. It seemed as if the bus was inching its way to the destination, taking too much time. The more Cassandra winced, the more she felt like her crotch was on fire.
Then the bus braked hard all of a sudden.
The envelopes nearly fell out of her hands.
As she shifted arranged them, the edges of the document containers raked through the light material of her coat and grazed her nipples.
This made Cassandra feel even worse as she felt the wetness in her legs increase.
She prayed that the bus would arrive real soon.
Finally, the signboard blinked and the air brakes halted the bus at her station. Cassandra made her way down, her heart thumping wildly. She crossed the street and went into the hotel, making her way to the front desk.
“I need to bring something to Mr. Daniel Everett. He’s expecting me,” she said to the man on duty.
He made a quick call then pointed to the elevators.
“Suite 138, Mr. Everett knows you’re on the way,” he said.
Cassandra was fidgety the entire trip up to Mr. Everett’s suite. Like the bus ride, it seemed to take too long. She made her way to the correct unit then rang the doorbell. There was no answer.
She rang again. After a few minutes of impatient waiting, the door finally clicked open.
“Good you’re here,” he said and let her in.
Cassandra was a bit surprised to see that he was only wearing a bathrobe. She set the envelopes down on the table.
“Come, let’s have a drink first. What would you like?” he asked.
“Uhm, Sir, I’m really in a hurry and I want it over and done with. Is this really necessary?” she asked tentatively.
“What?? What did you say? I pay good money and you hurry me up? There won’t be any work if I’m not happy,” he said.
Cassandra was mortified. She had no idea how these business things went and she didn’t want to botch things up and make her mom lose the job.
“So, what would you like to have?” he asked again.
“Orange juice?” she replied meekly.
Daniel Everett laughed loudly. “This is the first time in a long time that someone asked me for orange juice. He scanned the bottles on the cabinet then looked into the minibar. “I think I’m out of those. The best I can do is a gin and lime.”
“I guess that’s okay?” she replied.
He poured her a drink and Cassandra sipped on it shyly.
“Aren’t you even going to sit down?” he asked, motioning to the couch.
Cassandra slowly sank into the plush seat. As she did, her coat opened. In the midst of the bus ride, she hadn’t noticed that the belt of her coat had come undone as he handed her the drink. She takes a little sip.
“Oh!” she exclaims and takes in some more.
Before she knew it, Cassandra had downed the entire glass of gin and lime that had been offered to her. The feeling of warmth overtook her body again. This time it made Cassandra feel hot and flushed.
“I hope you don’t mind sir, but I can hardly breathe in this,” she told Daniel Everett while sporting a silly grin on her face.
“Be my guest,” he said and watched the young woman peel off her coat.
She was a vision with her brunette waves framing her makeup-free face with her clear skin, beautiful brown eyes and pale lips.
She had graceful shoulders that gave her an extremely feminine vibe.
Then there were her breasts. Daniel could see through her dark catsuit that they were perfect round globes, her nipples jutting sharply through the fabric like tiny teepees.
Her young body looked so supple as she flinched because of the heat the alcohol was stirring in her blood, leaning carefreely on the couch.
His eyes traversed over her flat belly then settled onto her crotch.
Her clothing molded on her like a second skin that it left very little to the imagine, he thought, with the fat camel toe that protruded between her legs.
Daniel could see that she was hairless underneath, just as he preferred it. He could hardly wait to fuck her then take her out to the meeting much later on. Her body was ripe for sex and underneath his thick terry robe, his cock was already hard and raring to go.
“Can I have another one?” Cassandra asked. “I seem to be thirstier than I thought I would be.”
“No, no, no, you cannot. What did you say your name was?” he chided her.
“Cassandra,” she replied, her voice in a drawl making her name sound like Cassandrahh.
“Well, then, Cassandra. We have a long time since you’ll be escorting me to the short meeting I will have later,” he explained.
“Oh,” she replied, thoroughly confused of what he was talking about.
While her thoughts jumbled, Cassandra became painfully aware that the crotch of her unitard was sticking like mad to her skin.
In fact, the seam was digging into her slit again and making her feel wet.
Her hand crept instinctively between her legs and she started tugging at the fabric of her unitard.
“Man, I didn’t bring any extra clothes,” she mumbled.
“What size are you?” Daniel asked.
“An 8, but loose around the bustline,” she answered then reprimanded herself for remarking about her breasts. The words simply tumbled out of her. “This mouth is getting out of control.”
Cassandra didn’t know what had overcome her. She felt hot yet giddy, impatient, and calm at the same time. And what’s this about a meeting?? Why didn’t her mommy tell her that she was going in her stead as a secretary? This was absurd. Her gymnastics practice was important and she had to go…
Her legs felt like they were on fire. Cassandra’s train of thought was interrupted when she felt the sliding pressure of Daniel’s hand over the area of where her itch button was between her legs.
He had somehow found it and it seemed as if he was applying pressure on it with his forefinger through her unitard.
“Ohhhh,” Cassandra’s mouth turned into a sexy pout while she stared at the hand moving between her legs.
“You like this, huh?” he whispered and dig his nail into the thin fabric.
“Mmmmm…. That feels so good. I’ve never felt this good when I touch it myself,” she cooed.
“God, you’re so wet,” Daniel could see the moist patch between her legs growing.
“Just as well,” he thought as he knew these smaller hipped bitches would be wonderfully tight to fuck but they must be primed well. With Cassandra, he didn’t think this would pose a problem.
Was this ok for the boss to be helping her like this? Cassandra was rendered powerless by the mounting pleasure she was experiencing. She chucked the question out of her mind and allowed herself to enjoy Daniel’s ministrations.
Then she felt something rip.
“Oh!” she cried out as her mom’s boss’ fingernail tore apart the seam of her crotch and the warmth of his urgent finger touched the sensitive pink folds of her pussy.
She looked at him with lust-filled doe eyes, not knowing that her expression encouraged him to dig into her sensitive area more. She felt his finger dip in her pussy and she was about to yell in protest but Daniel had only wet his fingertip quickly then glided it back up to the apex of her slit.
Daniel Everett was now focused back on her button.
“Your clit is beautiful,” he said.
“What’s a clit?” she thought in a moment of panic.
But the strumming of his fingers made her forget the word and the confusion. She was engulfed by the beginnings of her heart thumping and butterflies fluttering in her stomach. His skimming ceased and soon Daniel was tugging at the nub of distended skin that her button had morphed into.
“Oh my, oh my, oh my,” she breathed and grabbed his arm.
Daniel knew she was almost there. He leaned down and placed a knee on the seat of the couch. As he did, the folds of his bathrobe opened and out flopped his fat, erect cock, landing directly on Cassandra’s face.
When she felt the warmth on her cheek, Cassandra looked up. When she saw what hit her, she jerked her head back in surprise while her hand clung onto Mr. Everett’s arm, keeping his hand buried between her legs.
Daniel looked as a look of utter horror spread on her face. He could see that she was about to cry.
“M-Mr. Everett, S-sir… may I ask you…” she didn’t know what to say.
This was the first time she saw a man’s penis in real. Of course, she had seen them in sex education class and when she babysat. It was nothing like this. She realized that Daniel Everett was erect and ready to have sex. Did he??? The words suddenly spilled out of her mouth.