by Jamie Knight
His eyes lit up and the tears stopped flowing almost as soon as they had started.
“O-tay!” he said.
I was hoping Marla wouldn’t be mad at me for bribing her son after she had accused me of scolding him, but she was clearly pre-occupied.
I heard her voice get syrupy sweet as she called out, “Oh, Craig! Mr. Peterson. There you are. How are you today?”
So that was who had come in.
My attractive, successful boss had walked in right in the middle of this madness.
Great.
Chapter 2 - Melissa
I looked up at my boss, hoping he wouldn’t be too mad to find me drenched in ice cream and his store a mess. Instead, though, he just looked concerned.
“I’m fine,” he said. “How are you guys, though? Is everything alright?”
“It is now that you’re here,” Marla told him, batting her overly long eyelashes at him, the wet stickiness of the mascara she had just re-applied evident for anyone to see.
“What happened?” Craig asked, looking confused.
“A little snafu but it’s fine now,” I told him, helping Jimmy to his feet. “Jimmy here is just a little upset but I’m going to show him something to cheer him up.”
“She’s too busy minding other peoples’ business to mind the customers or the cleanliness of your shop,” Marla told Craig, as Jimmy followed me over to the counter, where Mrs. Anson was standing.
Luckily, she backed me up, telling Craig, “Melissa was only helping out. Marla had to go to the bathroom and Jimmy was trying to paint with ice cream on your windows.”
I saw Craig smirk a bit at this, and it made me like him even more, if that was possible. I’d always liked my boss, even though I didn’t see him very frequently. And I didn’t only like him because he was hot – he was nice, too, and funny. The workdays didn’t seem as long when he was here.
“He was not,” Marla objected, although the evidence of smeared, sticky colors all over the place screamed otherwise.
I quickly reached towards the area of the counter where we kept crayons and kids’ menus for our smallest customers to draw on and said, “Here, Jimmy. You can use these to make whatever art you’d like, and you won’t get into any trouble for doing it this way.”
“Yay! Tanks!” he said, taking the crayons into his fist.
“Yes, thank you so much, Melissa,” Craig said, and he smiled at me.
It made my heart melt almost as much as the ice cream all over the floor was. Not to mention my panties!
Craig was ridiculously good looking, with blonde hair, green eyes, and a charming smile. He was well over six feet tall, although I was short, so everyone was tall to me and I was bad at guessing height.
But he was really tall, taller than most of the men in this town. Probably because he wasn’t from here. He owned a chain of ice cream shops and casual eating diners all across the tri-state area.
This one was his latest venture and he came here sometimes on the weekends to oversee getting it up and running. But during the rest of the week, he was at other stores all over the state. So that was why Marla was always sure to come in on the weekends. She seemed to know his schedule like clockwork.
That might have been because in addition to being handsome, Craig was also really rich. Even I couldn’t help but be impressed at his success, even though I was no gold-digger like Marla; I had goals of my own to achieve.
But Craig was much older than me, probably around my dad’s age, and even though my dad had me young – when he himself was only twenty – that was too old for me. So even though I thought Craig was nice in addition to being hot and rich, and even though I could swear he was flirting with me sometimes, I never gave him a serious thought.
It would be too weird to think that way about my boss, not to mention someone so much older than me.
Right?
But right now, I couldn’t help it. He was really noticing me, as if he couldn’t help himself, either.
Marla was upset, snapping his fingers at him and saying, “Hello? Are you going to help me out? I’m a paying customer, and I was here before Mrs. Anson. I bought Jimmy an ice cream cone because he wouldn’t stop whining but then I had to go freshen up, so I still haven’t gotten to eat yet.”
“No,” Craig said, dismissively, before I’d even had the chance to object to her statement that she had bought Jimmy an ice cream cone.
“I’m sorry, what?” Marla asked.
“No, I can’t get you ice cream because I have to clean up this shop after the mess your son made,” Craig told her. “Plus, I have to make sure my employee is okay. Melissa. You have ice cream all over you…”
“Yes, I do,” I said sheepishly, wondering if that was why he had been staring at me.
But I knew it was something else. He was looking at me like he wanted to eat the ice cream off me. Or maybe like he wanted to just skip the ice cream and eat me.
Suddenly, I knew I wouldn’t mind. It was a crazy idea, but I’d have no choice but to let him. I imagined him doing it, and my pussy was so dripping wet I almost couldn’t stand it.
“What would you like, Mrs. Anson?” Craig asked her, as he went behind the counter and picked up the scooper.
“I think I’ve decided to just have my usual. Vanilla bean,” she said.
“Okay, here you go,” Craig said, his strong forearm muscles flexing as he bent over to scoop the ice cream up for her. “Sorry about the trouble.”
“It’s no problem at all,” she said, smiling pleasantly as she opened her purse. “I’m just glad everyone is okay. That little boy is so adorable that he can get away with acting like the devil sometimes.”
She winked at me as she said this.
“You don’t have to pay; it’s on the house,” Craig told her.
“Well, thank you so much!” she cooed.
“Are you seriously not going to serve me?” Marla said, sighing in disgust.
“Marla, I told you. I have to clean up the shop. And your son looks tired. Why don’t you take him home and come back later? Will you please switch the sign to ‘closed’ on your way out?”
“Fine!” Marla said, storming out in such a rush she almost knocked over Mrs. Anson, as she dragged a confused Jimmy by his hand behind her.
His other hand was still clutching the crayons.
“Bye, bye!” he called out, as they all left.
“Bye, cutie-pie!” Mrs. Anson said, obviously too enamored with him to care about his mean mother.
“Whew,” I sighed. “Crisis averted.”
“Yes. Good teamwork. Now,” Craig said, looking at me up and down again. “Let’s get you out of that messy shirt.”
Chapter 3 - Craig
Shit.
I swear I’d meant that comment innocently.
But from the way that Melissa looked at me and blushed, I could tell that wasn’t how she had taken it.
And maybe she had read something into it that I couldn’t help but insert without trying to. Obviously I had always thought she was hot. She had the most gorgeous curves – a narrow waist with wide hips, framed on the bottom by a juicy ass and on top by big, luscious-looking breasts – and she had pretty green eyes that seemed to just beg me to fuck her.
But I couldn’t.
She was my employee and she was so young.
Granted, I knew she had just graduated from high school. I knew she was nineteen, because I had her intake forms in a file in my office. But that was still young, compared to me.
So, I let myself think thoughts of her, but I didn’t let myself act on them.
Or at least, I never had.
But now, things felt different.
“Let’s go to the back,” I told her, to the area where we kept all our freezers full of extra ice cream. “I have extra uniform shirts back there and you can change into one.”
“Okay, thanks,” she said, following me back.
“
No, thank you,” I told her. “That Marla woman is so nasty. And you handled her little boy with such grace. He really liked you.”
“Thanks!” she laughed. “I like him too.”
I realized then why I was particularly horny for her right now. She was so maternal and had done such a great job with the child. They say that it’s women who want kids in middle age and whose biological clocks start ticking, but lately, I had started to think that my time might be running out to have a child.
It was a weird thought to be having, since I was a player who never settled down with a woman for more than one date. And I knew that men could conceive children at older ages than women could, so that if I ever did find the right woman, I could settle down with her and still procreate. And yet I had this irrational fear that my chance at parenthood was passing me by.
I had spent so much time chasing after shallow, immature women who were much like myself – they liked to party, they liked to drink, and they liked money – mine – that I had never met someone as wholesome and well-rounded as Melissa.
And when I said well-rounded, I meant in more ways than one, but right now I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off her perfectly apple-shaped ass.
I was gripped with the urge to fuck her hard and good, to knock her up and claim her as my own, forever. And that feeling shocked me, because I had never in my life been hit with it before.
I tried to act normal as I showed her the portable closet full of uniforms that I kept in the back.
“Here you go,” I told her. “There should be something that fits you in there.”
“Thanks,” she said, and she paused a moment longer than she should have, her eyes resting on me instead of turning to look through the shirts lined up on the rack.
“No problem.”
I paused longer than I should have, too, then took a deep breath and walked out of the room, telling myself I needed to give her privacy.
But as soon as I did so, I realized I’d forgotten to check if her apron had gotten dirty. My eyes had been elsewhere. Ha. But if she needed another apron, those were in a different place – in a drawer in the utility cabinet on the other side of the room.
I knocked to be let back into the back room, and immediately heard Melissa say, “Come in,” so I did.
“Do you also need an apron…” I started to say, but quickly trailed off.
Because imagine my surprise to find her standing in front of me only in her bra. She hurried to cover herself up with her messy shirt she had been still holding in her hands, having just taken it off, apparently, and she blushed a bright red, but that only made me want her more.
And yet, was that such a bad thing? She had told me to come in without bothering to throw on a new shirt first, so she clearly wanted me, too.
I raised my eyebrows at her, as if to ask her this silent question, and she nodded at me, as if to answer, “yes.”
That was all I needed to see. I nearly leapt across the room at her, wanting to get my hands on those gorgeous breasts of hers.
Our lips met before either of us could think twice about it. Her tongue was entwined with mine and it tasted so sweet… literally. She had obviously been sneaking some samples while on the job, but I didn’t care. I was glad, because it made her seem all that much more innocent to me.
“I’ve been wanting to do this so bad,” I said, as I tore off her bra, and cupped her large breasts in my hands while I kept kissing her. Her skin was soft and she smelled like cotton candy – undoubtedly one of the ice cream flavors that the little boy had gotten on her. “I know I shouldn’t, but…”
“I know,” she answered, kissing me back. “I feel the same way.”
The shirt that had been in her hands, covering her up, was now on the floor, and I stopped kissing her long enough to look down and notice that now she had ice cream smeared all over her stomach and breasts, from when she had been holding the messy shirt up in front of her.
“Crap,” she said, looking down along with me.
“Let me clean this up for you,” I told her, letting my tongue trace its way down her neck and then right in between her breasts, where some of the ice cream had landed.
I happily lapped it up and then made my way down to her belly, my mouth all over her body, my cock rock hard and wanting to have fun, too. I was overcome with desire – I wanted to put it inside her and knock her up so that she’d have my baby growing in this belly.
I told myself to calm the fuck down but at the same time, my mouth was traveling back upwards, and it stopped when it got to her perky little nipples. I looked up at her, and she nodded.
So, I wasted no time in taking one of her nipples into my mouth and sucking it. I took her other nipple in between my fingers and played with it.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, grinding her lower half up against me as her nipples got even harder and pointier than they had been – something I hadn’t known was possible. “That feels so good.”
“Does this feel good?” I asked her, moving my free hand down under her pants and underneath her cotton underwear, starting to play with her hard, wet little clit.
“Yes!” she said. “Yes. Boss. It feels amazing.”
There was something about the way she said “boss” that made me feel guilty. It was what she always called me, but I guess that was what made me pause. Here was my little, young employee, who trusted me for her paycheck and to give her instructions while at work, writhing beneath my fingers while I played with her pussy and sucked on her nipple.
It was so bad.
And yet it felt so good.
Chapter 4 - Craig
“I want to taste more of you,” I told her, before letting myself change my mind. “I want to lick every little inch of you. I know I shouldn’t.”
“You shouldn’t,” she said, but she let me pick her up and walk her over to one of our large, two-sided ice cream freezers.
I threw a towel over it so it wouldn’t be too cold on her back, and then I lay her down on it. With my other hand, I opened the top of the freezer on the other side of us and scooped out some ice cream.
“Take your pants off,” I ordered her, and she said, “Yes, boss,” in a way that was so perfectly innocent and submissive I almost couldn’t stand it.
I looked down at her wet, open pussy for a moment, wanting to stick my cock right into it so bad it physically hurt. But I told myself I shouldn’t do that. I wondered if she was a virgin. There was no way I could be her first. That wouldn’t be right.
I was overwhelmed with a desire to protect her and defile her at the same time. I had never felt this way about anyone, ever. I decided to compromise and stick to the original plan.
“You ready?” I asked her. “It’ll be cold.”
“Yes, Boss,” she told me, spreading her legs with her gorgeous, thick thighs apart even more for me as she lay back on the top of the freezer, showing me her entire, beautiful pussy. “I’m ready for you to taste me.”
I put the ice cream on her clit and she jumped due to the coldness. I loved how it looked when she flinched, though. I wanted to see every little movement her tiny, tight, wet little pussy could make.
I started licking the ice cream off her, then sucking on her clit very gently.
“Oh, my God,” she called out, and I had to put a hand up over her mouth, just in case anyone was waiting outside to come in.
I was afraid she was so loud that they could hear her from there. She was wiggling and moaning, and I loved how I was making her feel.
“This will be all we do,” I told her, as if trying to make up for defiling her by promising I wouldn’t take it too far. “I know we can’t do more than this. I just wanted to taste you, though.”
“Okay,” she said against my hand, and I started sucking on her clit while I put the fingers of my other hand deep inside her hole.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and backed up slightly, enough to let me know it hurt.
But she
kept grinding and moaning, so I also knew she liked it. I was pretty sure she was a virgin. I wanted to ask so badly, but I knew that if I found out the answer, I would want to claim her and make her mine forever. I would never want to let her go and that could cause big problems for both of us.
“Fuck yeah,” I said, in between circling my tongue around her clit. “Your little pussy is so tight. It feels so good on my fingers. And it tastes so good.”
The ice cream was gone now and I was just eating her pussy raw like there was no tomorrow. She started gasping, and groaning, and I knew I was making her cum.
“That’s right,” I told her. “Cum for your boss. I love to make you cum.”
I took my mouth away from her delicious pussy in time to see it squirting its juices at me. She was cumming all over my hand while her inner walls were quivering and her whole body was shivering.
“I’m sorry,” I told her, pulling her close up against me when her orgasm was over. “You must be cold.”
“I’m fine,” she said. “And I know this is all we can ever do, so I want to make you feel good, too. Please?”
I couldn’t believe that such a perfect woman existed. She started taking my cock out of my pants and I wanted so badly to fuck her, but I told myself to remain in control.
“I can’t put my cock in your sweet little pussy,” I told her. “I want to, but I can’t.”
“I know,” she said, smiling sweetly. “I understand. But you can let me make you feel good, the way you made me feel good. Please, boss? Let me taste your big dick like you tasted my pussy?”
“Okay,” I said, because what red-blooded male could resist that plea?
I helped her get my cock out of my pants and then I took one of her little hands and wrapped it around it. It made my cock look huge in comparison. She smiled at me as she played with my cock, stroking it up and down while leaving her legs spread open for me so that I could see her wet juices still running out of it.
