Story 15 #2
His cock was throbbing even more now, desperate for her.
Then, he dropped to his knees. He pushed her legs apart and then his face was pushed in between her legs, licking at her, tasting her. He could feel her juices on his face as his tongue worked at her.
Then, he got to his feet. The taste, the scent of her was driving him wild. He had to have her.
He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. Then, his cock was pushing into her tight little pussy.
He fucked her hard, in a frenzy, her cries spurring him ever onward.
Then, he came inside her.
He pulled his cock out and looked at her, panting. He smiled to himself, realizing that this was how things were going to be now - this was college life.
Now, as the traffic inched further ahead, he smiled to himself and shook his head.
Those had been good times. What lay ahead for him now, though?
He looked back on those times and they seemed so long ago.
He told himself that if things worked out with this job then he wasn’t going to be the kind of person who got consumed with their working life.
He would make time for other things. He would make time to have fun, to find a woman he could have some fun with.
He told himself that this was just the start of things.
But, as he looked at the brake lights on the car in front of him, he felt as though the start of things was coming at him very slowly.
At last, he arrived at the building. He checked the time and was relieved to see that he wasn’t late. He had made it on time.
As he got out of his car, he thought about what he knew about this position. He was working for one of the vice presidents, which seemed as though it would be a great opportunity for him. However, he didn’t actually know who this vice president was.
As he headed to reception, he was imagining some old man, possibly somewhat bad-tempered, who he would have to placate. He told himself that was fine - he knew how to get people onside and he was sure that this vice president wouldn’t be any different.
The receptionist looked him up and down and then spoke into her phone quietly.
When she hung up, she told him to go to the tenth floor.
“Someone will be there to meet you,” she told him.
He headed up, his nerves mixing with his excitement.
At last, he reached the tenth floor.
When the door opened, he was surprised by the person waiting for him. He immediately knew that this couldn’t be the boss.
It was a beautiful woman, about the same age as he was.
She was slightly short, with a beautifully proportioned body.
She was slim but had great curves at the same time.
She was wearing a skirt and blouse, and her large breasts were perfectly shown off in her tight blouse.
The buttons seemed to be straining, struggling to hold them in. John told himself not to stare.
She had light skin that contrasted with her dark, almost black, hair.
Her hair was shoulder-length and framed her beautiful face.
She had large, green eyes and a slightly rounded face.
She had a small button, nose, and a small mouth with full lips.
She smiled at him and while her smile was friendly, there was something in her eyes - something smoldering, almost seductive.
The smile made it look as though she had some secret and that she couldn't wait to share it with him.
“Hi,” she said as he stepped out of the elevator, “you must be John. I’m Anna. I work as a secretary here. The boss is waiting to meet you, so I’d better show you the way!”
Anna turned and walked down the corridor.
John looked at the way that her skirt clung to her juicy ass.
He watched it swaying as she walked ahead of him.
It was mesmerizing. He thought about the boss in a different way now - imagining some lecherous old man who loved having this hot, young woman to look at day in, day out.
At last, they reached the office. Anna turned to him and smiled as she knocked on the door.
John was surprised to hear a woman’s voice on the other side.
“Come in!” the voice called out.
Anna pushed the door open for John and he stepped inside.
It was a large office with floor-to-ceiling windows, offering impressive views of the city.
But he only focused on them for a moment. His gaze was, instead, drawn to the woman behind the desk.
She got up and came round the desk, walking toward him.
He had a moment to take her in. He was very impressed with what he saw, and his expectations had to do some quick recalibrations.
This woman looked as though she was in her forties.
She looked incredibly for her age, though.
She was wearing a tight, black dress that clung to her slim, athletic body.
Her hips swayed as she walked to him, showing off their sweet curves.
Her legs were long and shapely. She had good-sized, perky breasts.
Her hair was long and blonde. She had piercing blue eyes. Her face was beautiful with high cheekbones, a mouth that was turned into a seductive smile, and clear skin.
John couldn’t quite believe that this woman was going to be his boss, but he felt as though his job had suddenly just got a lot more interesting, all the same.
“Hi,” the woman said, coming forward and holding out a hand for him to shake, “you must be John. I’m Carrie. And I believe you’ve met Anna.”
“Hi, Carrie,” he said. She shook his hand but it felt strange somehow - almost as though she was caressing his hand instead of shaking it.
She smiled at him and he felt as though she was looking into his soul, somehow.
“Well,” Carrie went on, “I am very pleased to meet you. Very pleased indeed.”
She looked him up and down, seeming to devour him with her gaze. She didn’t even try to hide the fact that she was checking him out. He would have liked to check her out some more as well, but he had to be a bit more subtle about it. She was the boss, after all.
“Come,” she said, motioning to a chair at the desk as she went to sit on the other side, “take a seat. Let’s get to know you a bit better.”
He sat across from her and answered her questions about himself. She nodded thoughtfully as he spoke. The way that she looked at him made him feel strange. He told himself that he’d have to get control of his emotions if he was going to be working here.
After a while, they got down to some work. Carrie spent some time going over some of the clients and some of his daily responsibilities. He felt as though he was on safer ground now that they were doing this.
He hadn’t realized how quickly time had been passing till there was a knock at the door and Anna came into the office.
“What is it?” Carrie asked her.
“I just came in to say, it’s getting pretty close to lunchtime. What would you like to do?”
Carrie looked at Anna with a slight smile. John looked at Anna and saw that she was smiling as well. Both women were smiling at one another as though they shared some secret. He saw Anna raise her eyebrows slightly, as though asking a question. He looked back at Carrie and saw her nodding.
“I know,” Carrie said, getting to her feet, “let’s all go out and get lunch together. My treat. To welcome John to the office.”
Before John could offer any opinion, Anna had got out her phone and was calling a cab.
“Come on,” Carrie said, coming round the desk, “let’s head downstairs.”
When they got there, the cab was waiting.
Carrie got in the back of the cab, and John went to the passenger door at the front, expecting Anna to sit in the back with Carrie.
However, Anna grabbed him - surprising him by taking hold of his hand.
“Come on,” she said, “there’s plenty of room in the back.”
She pushed him into the back of the cab, where he was squeezed between the two women.
He felt their legs against his, rubbing there. It felt good, but he told himself not to get carried away.
"Look!" Anna said suddenly, leaning across him to point out of the window, "It's him, isn't it?"
Carrie looked and murmured her agreement. However, John didn't even turn to look. He was more focused on the feeling of Anna's breasts pushing against him, her hand on his leg.
She turned her face to him, as though suddenly realizing what was happening.
“Sorry,” she said, “just spotted an old client.”
She sat back down. However, John noted that she didn’t take her hand from his leg. He had to admit that he quite liked it there, though. He started to imagine scenarios with Anna, the fun that they could have together.
His train of thought was interrupted, however, when he felt another hand on his other leg. Now Carrie was stroking his leg, and he was more confused than ever.
Something was happening here - but what?
“Oh, here we are,” Carrie said as the cab came to a stop.
Both women took their hands away. John wondered for a moment, as he was getting out of the cab if this was just some game that the two women played - some joke that he wasn't a part of.
The restaurant was part of a hotel. Carrie led them all inside and seemed to know the names of everyone working there.
As they sat down, she explained things.
“We use this hotel for clients. We have a suite permanently booked in case anyone comes into town unexpectedly. I know, seems like a lot of money - but it works out pretty well for the company. We always bring clients here for lunch as well.”
They ordered their food. John noticed that the tone of the conversation seemed to change as the meal went on, becoming more casual. The two women asked him more personal questions. When Anna asked him if he had a girlfriend, and he said no, Carrie reached out and stroked his bicep for a moment.
“Oh, come on,” she purred, “you can’t tell me that there’s no woman waiting for you?”
“No,” he smiled awkwardly, “I’m completely unattached.”
Carrie turned to Anna.
“Did you hear that?” she asked.
“Oh, I heard that,” Anna replied, and once again they seemed to be sharing a knowing look.
They finished their meal, and Carrie paid.
“Hey,” she said, “I’ve got an idea! How about we show John the company suite?”
“Have we got time for that?” John asked.
“Sure! We can do what we like. I’m the boss, remember?”
He couldn’t think of any reasonable response to that, so he allowed Carrie to guide him to the elevator.