comsmith
12-15-2007, 02:19 AM
I was 23 when I had the only job I really liked. It was after I graduated from college in Philadelphia, and had just gotten a job in the fashion industry. Actually, it was really just a designer dress shop, but it was a start. At first, I wasn't too excited. After all, a dress shop isn't the most interesting place to work, right? Wrong!
My first day on the job started out as normal as could be expected. There was a note from the owner, Jesse, outlining what I was to do until she arrived from out of town. I started out restocking racks, followed by inventory, some general correspondence and typing of invoices. My day was off to an easy but somewhat boring start. The real excitement started when I received a phone call and was asked to pick up some of the new spring fashions at a local designer's boutique. I drove cross-town to Pandora's Box, which was located in what I thought was a rather questionable part of the city.
The front door had a "Closed for Lunch" sign taped on it so I went around back and rang the buzzer at the loading dock. A strangely husky but feminine voice came over the intercom, asked who I was and what I wanted. "I here to pick up the new shipment, I'm from Jesse's shop", I replied. "Come around to the stairs, but there's no one around to help you load the order, you're gonna have to wait awhile until the stock boy gets back ".
I went over to the back door, went up the stairs and walked into what
appeared to be a large dressing-room. It was full of mirrors, nude and
half nude mannequins and bolts of fabric. There I found someone adjusting the hemline on a dress draped over one of the mannequins. As I looked with more attention, I saw one of the most incredible looking women I have ever seen. She was beautiful. She had one of those fashion model-type faces, high cheek bones, piercing green eyes and a full pouty lip. She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a white almost see through halter top that showed off her shapely figure. Her long flowing blonde hair spilled down her shoulders over her ample breasts.
To complete the picture, her gorgeous legs were perched on black stiletto heels. In short, she wasn't just hot, she was radioactive. I just about came in my pants as I checked-out her ass as she bent over. Engrossed in her work, she was squatting in my direction, giving me a glance between her legs. The top of her stockings and a clasp from her garter belt was just barely visible. This lady gave new meaning to the words "steamy under the silk". As she turned away from me I could see her firm tits and that she was not wearing a bra. She bent over again, with her ass high in the air. I licked my lips and I could almost feel her sexuality from across the room.
"Hi Honey, what's new?" she asked as she looked at me through my
reflection in the mirror. I answered, "not much, just here to pick up an order..." at this point, I just talked without thinking. I was almost paralyzed with nervousness. "I'm Donna, you must be Jesse's new manager" she said turning towards me. "Yeah, I guess that's me....oh, by the way my name is Bob", I replied.
Gazing at her butt and thinking out loud as she turned her back towards
me, as she bent over to pick up a measuring tape, I said in a barely
audible whisper "what a hot little behind". Obviously it wasn't that
inaudible because Donna immediately shot a glance at me through the mirror and gave me a knowing, appreciative smile. Still looking at me in the mirror. Donna said "listen, I'm just about through here, I just have to get a bolt of fabric down from one of the overhead bins, if you could help me get that, then we might be able to get some lunch, would you mind terribly?" How could I say anything but "sure, let me help". "Great, your a real sweetie", she replied.
Moving over to the overhead storage area Donna said, "I'll go up above and send you down the bolts that I'll need, O.K.?" Without waiting for an answer, she went about three-quarters the way up a somewhat rickety ladder and stopped. "I never can find the light switch up here", she said, "see if you can see the switch from down there". I walked over and looked up at her. I could see right up her dress to her shapely legs and that firm ass of hers that was at the end of those legs. I could see the switch alright but said as I continued to look up at her ass "no, can't see it from here". Donna leaned forward showing me just a little bit more of that gorgeous tight butt. "This ladder is a little loose" she said in a somewhat frustrated tone, "give me a hand getting down, I'll get one of the stock boys to come up here later". She began to descend and began to loose her balance. Placing my hands out to brace her fall, I reached out and put my hands on her ass cheeks.
"Are you O.K.?" I asked as I continued to secretly feel up her ass. " I
think I turned my ankle" she answered, "high heels aren't exactly the best shoes for climbing a ladder. "Let me see", I said as I looked at her ankle to find that everything looked intact. "It looks fine, you probably just bruised it. This ought to loosen it up". "Let's move over to the couch so you can take your weight off of it", I suggested. There I began to slowly and gently massage Donna's ankle. Moving up to her calf and then rubbing her right leg, making slow and sensual moves. "Ohhhh God, that feels so good. Ohhhh..."
Donna's moans of pain had changed in function, it became apparent that she wasn't in pain. "Oh yes, that feels good, you know I think I like you a lot? God, you make me feel good" she said. "I bet I can make You feel a lot better," I blurted out. "Uh-huh, I think it's mutual." Donna said as she looked into my eyes. I felt as if I was falling down a deep hole.
Donna bent over and kissed me full, deep and wet. She pulled back, stood up and slowly removed her halter top and exposed what looked like perfect 38 C's, big nipples, firm, round and incredibly smooth. "Do you like what you see?" she said in a strangely husky-feminine voice. I was too stunned to say anything. She came toward me and placed her tits in my face. I flicked my tongue over her nipples and they sprang to life, "Ooohh daddy" she said, "suck on mommy's tits".
She reached down and began rubbing my crotch as I continued to nibble on her jugs. "Ummmm, you're making me so hot" she cooed as she continued to stroke the outside of my jeans," let me slip out of this skirt". She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her nylon clad legs were
framed by the black garter belt and her ass was covered by a pair of black panties that tied on either side.
She turned her back towards me, she pulled her panties up into the crack of her ass. She bent over offering me the chance to kiss and caress her hot ass. I licked and gently bit her ass savoring the taste of her sweet skin and the smell of her perfume and her ass. Bending over further, she pulled her panties over to one side of her ass cheek and exposed her hairless pink asshole. Following her cue, my tongue eagerly darted towards her hole.
Sweet and musky, I slowly circled her hole with my tongue. She spread her cheeks inviting me to probe further. I pushed my tongue up into her dank asshole, relishing every morsel as if I was devouring the richest
chocolate cake I had ever eaten. The further I put in my tongue, the
looser her asshole became and the more she moved in synch with my
probings. I tongue fucked her for what seemed to be an eternity, savoring her sweet tasting bunghole. She moaned softly and stood up. By now my cock was about ready to rip through my jeans.
She turned and faced me with her hands wandering over her pubic area. Her tits hung in front of my face, just in reach of my tongue. "Do you like surprises?" she asked. "Hey, I'm game for anything", I said without thinking. "Good, I think you're really gonna like this one" she said. Finally, Donna began to untie her panties. She then asked me, "if you don't want to go any further, I understand, you'll see that I'm not like most girls.", "I'll go as far as you want to go", I replied. As her panties dropped she hissed "I want you". She stood there pinching her nipples, naked except for her stockings, garter belt and high heels. I looked up to see the biggest cock I have ever seen.
I was drunk with lust at this point. It didn't make any sense, I thought. A great looking chick with a nonstop body and a huge cock. She licked her lips seductively and in a giggling voice said "I wanna see yours, too." without slight hesitation, my shirt was off, and my pants were down to my ankles.
"Suck me" Donna demanded.
Shaking with lust, I reached over and gently taking her cock in my hands, I started massaging her cock and balls. In the meantime I positioned my self over her huge tool. Then when I thought she really wanted it, I started my descent. I kissed the crown of her cock, then again. Donna moaned. I kissed again, this time sucking the head into my mouth. Donna moaned again. Each time I kissed her cock, I took more of her tool into my mouth, and each time it was getting harder to take it in. I knew it would take time to get it all into my mouth, but I was determined to do it. Kissing, sucking, kissing, sucking, and finally I felt her cock in my throat. I didn't gag.
"Now really suck it" Donna begged.
My first day on the job started out as normal as could be expected. There was a note from the owner, Jesse, outlining what I was to do until she arrived from out of town. I started out restocking racks, followed by inventory, some general correspondence and typing of invoices. My day was off to an easy but somewhat boring start. The real excitement started when I received a phone call and was asked to pick up some of the new spring fashions at a local designer's boutique. I drove cross-town to Pandora's Box, which was located in what I thought was a rather questionable part of the city.
The front door had a "Closed for Lunch" sign taped on it so I went around back and rang the buzzer at the loading dock. A strangely husky but feminine voice came over the intercom, asked who I was and what I wanted. "I here to pick up the new shipment, I'm from Jesse's shop", I replied. "Come around to the stairs, but there's no one around to help you load the order, you're gonna have to wait awhile until the stock boy gets back ".
I went over to the back door, went up the stairs and walked into what
appeared to be a large dressing-room. It was full of mirrors, nude and
half nude mannequins and bolts of fabric. There I found someone adjusting the hemline on a dress draped over one of the mannequins. As I looked with more attention, I saw one of the most incredible looking women I have ever seen. She was beautiful. She had one of those fashion model-type faces, high cheek bones, piercing green eyes and a full pouty lip. She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a white almost see through halter top that showed off her shapely figure. Her long flowing blonde hair spilled down her shoulders over her ample breasts.
To complete the picture, her gorgeous legs were perched on black stiletto heels. In short, she wasn't just hot, she was radioactive. I just about came in my pants as I checked-out her ass as she bent over. Engrossed in her work, she was squatting in my direction, giving me a glance between her legs. The top of her stockings and a clasp from her garter belt was just barely visible. This lady gave new meaning to the words "steamy under the silk". As she turned away from me I could see her firm tits and that she was not wearing a bra. She bent over again, with her ass high in the air. I licked my lips and I could almost feel her sexuality from across the room.
"Hi Honey, what's new?" she asked as she looked at me through my
reflection in the mirror. I answered, "not much, just here to pick up an order..." at this point, I just talked without thinking. I was almost paralyzed with nervousness. "I'm Donna, you must be Jesse's new manager" she said turning towards me. "Yeah, I guess that's me....oh, by the way my name is Bob", I replied.
Gazing at her butt and thinking out loud as she turned her back towards
me, as she bent over to pick up a measuring tape, I said in a barely
audible whisper "what a hot little behind". Obviously it wasn't that
inaudible because Donna immediately shot a glance at me through the mirror and gave me a knowing, appreciative smile. Still looking at me in the mirror. Donna said "listen, I'm just about through here, I just have to get a bolt of fabric down from one of the overhead bins, if you could help me get that, then we might be able to get some lunch, would you mind terribly?" How could I say anything but "sure, let me help". "Great, your a real sweetie", she replied.
Moving over to the overhead storage area Donna said, "I'll go up above and send you down the bolts that I'll need, O.K.?" Without waiting for an answer, she went about three-quarters the way up a somewhat rickety ladder and stopped. "I never can find the light switch up here", she said, "see if you can see the switch from down there". I walked over and looked up at her. I could see right up her dress to her shapely legs and that firm ass of hers that was at the end of those legs. I could see the switch alright but said as I continued to look up at her ass "no, can't see it from here". Donna leaned forward showing me just a little bit more of that gorgeous tight butt. "This ladder is a little loose" she said in a somewhat frustrated tone, "give me a hand getting down, I'll get one of the stock boys to come up here later". She began to descend and began to loose her balance. Placing my hands out to brace her fall, I reached out and put my hands on her ass cheeks.
"Are you O.K.?" I asked as I continued to secretly feel up her ass. " I
think I turned my ankle" she answered, "high heels aren't exactly the best shoes for climbing a ladder. "Let me see", I said as I looked at her ankle to find that everything looked intact. "It looks fine, you probably just bruised it. This ought to loosen it up". "Let's move over to the couch so you can take your weight off of it", I suggested. There I began to slowly and gently massage Donna's ankle. Moving up to her calf and then rubbing her right leg, making slow and sensual moves. "Ohhhh God, that feels so good. Ohhhh..."
Donna's moans of pain had changed in function, it became apparent that she wasn't in pain. "Oh yes, that feels good, you know I think I like you a lot? God, you make me feel good" she said. "I bet I can make You feel a lot better," I blurted out. "Uh-huh, I think it's mutual." Donna said as she looked into my eyes. I felt as if I was falling down a deep hole.
Donna bent over and kissed me full, deep and wet. She pulled back, stood up and slowly removed her halter top and exposed what looked like perfect 38 C's, big nipples, firm, round and incredibly smooth. "Do you like what you see?" she said in a strangely husky-feminine voice. I was too stunned to say anything. She came toward me and placed her tits in my face. I flicked my tongue over her nipples and they sprang to life, "Ooohh daddy" she said, "suck on mommy's tits".
She reached down and began rubbing my crotch as I continued to nibble on her jugs. "Ummmm, you're making me so hot" she cooed as she continued to stroke the outside of my jeans," let me slip out of this skirt". She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her nylon clad legs were
framed by the black garter belt and her ass was covered by a pair of black panties that tied on either side.
She turned her back towards me, she pulled her panties up into the crack of her ass. She bent over offering me the chance to kiss and caress her hot ass. I licked and gently bit her ass savoring the taste of her sweet skin and the smell of her perfume and her ass. Bending over further, she pulled her panties over to one side of her ass cheek and exposed her hairless pink asshole. Following her cue, my tongue eagerly darted towards her hole.
Sweet and musky, I slowly circled her hole with my tongue. She spread her cheeks inviting me to probe further. I pushed my tongue up into her dank asshole, relishing every morsel as if I was devouring the richest
chocolate cake I had ever eaten. The further I put in my tongue, the
looser her asshole became and the more she moved in synch with my
probings. I tongue fucked her for what seemed to be an eternity, savoring her sweet tasting bunghole. She moaned softly and stood up. By now my cock was about ready to rip through my jeans.
She turned and faced me with her hands wandering over her pubic area. Her tits hung in front of my face, just in reach of my tongue. "Do you like surprises?" she asked. "Hey, I'm game for anything", I said without thinking. "Good, I think you're really gonna like this one" she said. Finally, Donna began to untie her panties. She then asked me, "if you don't want to go any further, I understand, you'll see that I'm not like most girls.", "I'll go as far as you want to go", I replied. As her panties dropped she hissed "I want you". She stood there pinching her nipples, naked except for her stockings, garter belt and high heels. I looked up to see the biggest cock I have ever seen.
I was drunk with lust at this point. It didn't make any sense, I thought. A great looking chick with a nonstop body and a huge cock. She licked her lips seductively and in a giggling voice said "I wanna see yours, too." without slight hesitation, my shirt was off, and my pants were down to my ankles.
"Suck me" Donna demanded.
Shaking with lust, I reached over and gently taking her cock in my hands, I started massaging her cock and balls. In the meantime I positioned my self over her huge tool. Then when I thought she really wanted it, I started my descent. I kissed the crown of her cock, then again. Donna moaned. I kissed again, this time sucking the head into my mouth. Donna moaned again. Each time I kissed her cock, I took more of her tool into my mouth, and each time it was getting harder to take it in. I knew it would take time to get it all into my mouth, but I was determined to do it. Kissing, sucking, kissing, sucking, and finally I felt her cock in my throat. I didn't gag.
"Now really suck it" Donna begged.