Horny assistant - 100% true story
When I graduated college I went to work for a large engineering
firm. The first day on the job I met the departments engineering
assistant, Amanda. Amanda was 21, 5'6, long brown
hair and a body that would knock you dead in your tracks.
Unfortunately she was dating one of the senior engineers
in the department. Over the course of the year or so I worked
there I spent a lot of time BSing with Amanda in her cube,
that was in an out of the way corner. All though she was heavenly
involved with her boyfriend (she spent everyweekend with
him and his kids, I also knew that she fooled around occassionally,
though she'd never said so directly. She as incredibly
hot, she knew it and she liked to flaunt it and let slip little
details about things she did. Unfortunately she and I commuted
from opposite directions and lived almost 2 hours apart.
Things were slow (one of the reasons we had plenty of time
to talk), the company fell on hard times and eventually
there were some major lay-offs. Amanda and I were both let
go on the same day. We trade phone numbers and promissed
to keep in touch. About a week or so later she called on evening,
we talked to along time, the conversation meandering aimlessly,
every once in awhile she would drop in a tidbit like she was
naked. Finally she envited me over to her apartment for
dinner a few nights later. A week night and she only saw the
boyfriend on weekends. What the hell I was unemployed and
had nothing better to do than drive 2 hours each way for dinner.
I arrived at her apartment around 6:00PM. Amanda was working
somewhere as a temp already and had just gotten home. She
answered the door in short brown pleated skirt, her blouse
unbuttoned nearly halfway down. I'd seen every outfir
she wore to work over the last year and this was by far my favorite.
She smiled and invited me saying she was just going to change
and I should have a seat. I watched that little brown skirt
swish around her thighs, her tight little ass saying all
the way down the hall, my cock rising in my pants.
A few minutes later see returned wearing a tight body suit
and even tight jeans. We talked and had a beer while she cooked
dinner, spaghetti and sauce from a jar, she wasn't
exactly a gormet chef. As she worked she casulally asked
if I would give her a back massage later, she was stiff from
sitting at computer all day, I said I'd be glad, too.
After dinner we went into the living room, and settled on
the couch to watch TV.
After about half an hour of TV and mindless chatter I asked
if she still need that massage and and she said yes. I settled
in the corner of the couch wedged in against the back and
one arm, kicking off my shoes I spread on leag out along the
back of the couch and let the other dangle off the front.
I patted the cushion in from of me indicating for her to sit
and she did. I began working her shoulders needing them
slowly with my hands easing the tension out of her. Moving
down I work my hands down up and down either side of her spine
and massaged her lower back.
Continuing my advance began to slide my hands around her
hips and then down along her the outside of her thighs. Pressing
and rubbing up and down her thighs and across her hips. Each
time down the outside of her thighs my hands came back up
further along the inside of her thighs, now carressing
more than massaging. My cock was pressed tight inside my
jeans, as she leaned back against me I sure she could feel
it in the small of her back. She took her long brown hair and
pulled it to one side, arching her neck back we were now cheeck
to cheek. As I continued to caress her her breath began heavy
and ragged. My hands exploring everywhere now, rubbing
her crotch, her belly, her breasts, exciting little gasps
from her.
I loosened the buttons on her jeans and let my hands probe
down inside. I could feel her wetness through the body suit.
Bring my hands back up I continued to caress her breasts
starting the work the straps of her body suit off her shoulders.
"It doen't come off that way, " She said,
"there's a snap at the bottom." With that
she stood up, dropped her jeans, unsnapped the snap and
pulled the body suit off over her head. At the site of her
perfect naked form my cock bulged so hard in my jeans that
it might have ripped them open. Standing, I dopped the jeans
to the floor, and pulled my shirt off.
As I sat back down, my cock popped out of the front of my boxers.
She sat back in her orginal position and my hands resumed
the exploration of every facet of her body. She again leaned
back against me twisting her head to face me out mouths mut
and our tongue began to swirl and dance in one long deep unending
kiss. My hands circling her nipple's, carressing
the under curve of her breasts, down across her belly, fingering
her lips, spreading them, dipping my fingers deep inside
her.
The phone rang. "That's him." She said,
"He calls at the same time evrynight." She jumped
up and ran across the room to the phone. I sagged back on the
couch and picking up the remote began to channel surf. She
talked, naked, on the phone for an hour at least, the long
slow "how was your day" conversation of a lovey
dovey couple. I sat naked on her couch, eyeing her body more
than the TV, praying inside that she was going to be in the
same mode whenever she got off that damn phone. I don't
think she looked over at me even once.
Finally, with an "I love you to honey", she hung
up the phone. Turning back to me she smiled and said "I'm
sorry", I could see I had no worries, I was getting
laid. Crossing the room her gaze fixed on my now flacid cock.
Kneeling beside the couch Amanda turned to look me in the
eye, "I can fix this." She reached out with her
hand to massage my rod back to life, it was already half hard
by the time she touched it. Afew lond easy strokes and it
was rock hard again. She leaned forward and took it in her
mouth. Her lips forming an "O" she swalled my
7 inches with ease. Sliding up and down it expertly. On my
back on the couch I began to thrust impulsively. She bopped
her head in rythym to my thrusts exciting my beyond control
I moaned in extasy.
Fearing I might cum, she stopped, "I'm not done
with you yet." She produced a condom from I know not
wear to this day. Ripped it out and rolled it on in a heart
beat. The smile on my face ran from ear to ear. Stadling me,
one knee on the couch, one foot on the floor, she took my cock
in hand and rubbed the head qucikly between her lips. The
she slowly began to crouch deeper and deeper, sliding me
further in each time.
I decided I better hang on for this ride, grapping one of
her sweet 36C's in each hand I pinched her nipples and
shee let out a wail of delite and dropped all the way on to
my cock. For what seemed an eternity, a good one this time
- not like the phone call - we fucked. rising and falling
together. I a rythm of uncontrolled passion. I arched my
back and thrust deep in side her she rode my cock like it was
a stallion trying to buck and toss her off. SHe screamed
and moaned and screamed like she it was the end of the world
and she might never get fucked again. Finally I could stand
it know more and I broke like a damn, my rod throbbing, as
I fired salvo after salvo of hot sticky cum.
She colapsed on top of me saying again, " I'm not
done with you yet." We lay there gasping for breath
for sometime, the TV dronign on in the background. She asked
if I would stay the night and of course I did. We fucked three
more times that night and I had dinner there to more times
before she eventually moved in with the boyfriend. What
a bummer that was but I've got a couple more good stories
to tell.
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