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by Kelly Sanders

“Lauren” she replied. Finally I had a name to put to the face, and the smoking hot body.

“Anyway, I should get back to work.” I said, realising we had attracted the attention of my line manager’s eagle vision from across the room. We sat down at our desks and continued with our work as normal; interrupted occasionally by my boss to make sure I was on task. Seriously, you would think I was in a forced labour camp, or something. A couple of times she caught me looking over at her, sometimes at the side of her chest, sometimes at her ass. I averted my gaze, smiling in full knowledge that she had seen me, and she grinned every time. She knocked a small pencil holder off her desk, scattering some small pieces of stationary onto the carpet. She stood up, facing away from me and then bent over, pushing her ass out into the aisle and straight at me. Her bulbous ass cheeks loomed just a few feet from my face, her panties again clearly indented in the material. She was obviously doing it just for my benefit, and naturally I felt the blood rushing to my cock as I watched her picking up the pencils one by one. She even wiggled her ass cheekily, knowing full well that I wouldn’t be able to resist watching. She placed them all back in the holder on the desk and then turned to me and stepped over, leaning over so her head was on the same level as mine.

“Could you show me how to use the photocopier?” she asked, fluttering her eyes in the most innocent and alluring way possible. I had a ton of work to get through thanks to the backlog caused by staring at her all week, and I knew I should refuse and get on with it. However, I caught the scent of her perfume as it wafted up from under her blouse and out through the neck hole, almost directly into my nostrils like she was casting a spell on me with some deadly intoxicant. The blood that should have been working my brain had drained entirely to my cock, though, and naturally I obliged.

“Of course...” I said, jumping to my feet, “It’s just down here!”

She followed close behind me as I scanned the room for traces of my supervisor. It seemed he had left for lunch, or gone to another department, so I was free for the moment. The reprographics room was located at the end of my aisle and slightly to the right. As we walked in, one of my colleagues was just finishing up printing some documents. We nodded to say hello, as we barely knew each other, and he left, pulling the door ajar on his way out. I stepped up to the photocopier, pointing at the control panel to guide her attention. She stood right next to me, studying every step that I explained to her.

“Okay, first you have to enter your pin...” I said, typing my four-digit code into the control panel.

“Then select the paper type you want...” I continued, pointing at the paper selection screen. She raised her hand up and hovered her fingers over the options, and I realised she was pushing her body up closer to mine. I could feel the warmth of her body radiating onto my arm as she nudged me with her elbow, choosing the paper type. Her perfume was even stronger now that she was mere inches away, and as I pointed to the various paper options, her hand faux-accidentally brushed over mine. Even her fingers were warm and dainty, as if carved by angels from the finest silks. She looked up at me and apologised, but she could tell from the look on my face that an apology was the last thing I wanted. My cock was already bursting out of my pants, and I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were open and flapping gently in the breeze from the air conditioner over head. She must have opened it on the walk over to the reprographics room. I could see her surprisingly ample cleavage within, heaving with every breath that she took. She had a tiny dark pimple just above her left breast, but otherwise the skin was completely unblemished. I didn’t even try to act coyly – she knew exactly what I was thinking, because she was thinking the same thing.

I reached down with my left arm and placed my hand on her ass. She simply smiled and looked me in the eye as I fondled her amazing cheeks through her skirt. I could feel her panties within, and would have happily stood there for hours just stroking my hand over her ass. Looking down at her breasts, though, made me want more – much more, and I knew I could have it at the drop of a hat. I moved my other hand up to her chest and cupped her left breast in my hand; feeling her bra through her blouse and watching her cleavage wobble with every tiny movement I caused. She moistened and then pursed her lips, waiting for me to kiss her. I duly leaned down and we started to stroke our lips over each other’s, sharing our saliva on the tips of our tongues. It was so sensual, and probably the most erotic moment of my life. She lowered her right hand down to my crotch and giggled as she felt my thick penis trying to escape my trousers. She ran the palm of her hand along the shaft, teasing it through the material. I unbuttoned her blouse a little more, exposing her bra and part of her toned stomach. She stopped touching my crotch and walked over to the door, peering outside as she closed it. She took a small fold-up chair that was resting up against the wall next to the door and jammed it under the handle, forcing it shut so nobody would disturb us. I suddenly became quite nervous.

She turned to face me, seductively peeling the sides of her blouse apart and undoing the final few buttons as she shed her jacket, and then the white shirt. She stood in just her bra as I looked, my mouth agape at her exquisite beauty and perfect body, and then reached behind her back to unhook it. As it fell to the floor, exposing her round, juicy tits and pert nipples, she smiled at me and then looked at my crotch, as if to say “Your turn!”. My hands were shaking with excitement as I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my trousers, and as I pulled them down my ankles she saw the immense bulge in my underwear. My large, throbbing penis extended sideways across my body, and was causing the seams of my boxer shorts to pull away from my skin. Her eyes lit up when she saw it, and she walked over to me. I continued to undress, stripping away my shirt and tie as she knelt before me. I backed up against a shelf holding reams of paper while she stroked my cock some more. Her little fingers danced around the shaft, running up and down as she kissed it through the fabric. She gripped the elastic and pulled my shorts down, allowing my cock to prong out in her face.

She giggled again, and without flinching she took my penis in her hand and started to roll my foreskin over the head, over and over. Her grip felt fantastic, and although I desperately wanted to feel those glorious bare tits in my hands, I was content with the pleasure I was receiving. She opened her mouth and buried my cock deep inside, forcing it into her throat. I couldn’t believe how much she took without gagging, but she handled it like a pro. She withdrew and then tried again, fitting an extra inch down her throat before taking it out and gasping for air. My dick was covered in her saliva, which she used to jerk me off, squeezing down from the base to the tip in long, sharp movements. I don’t know where she learned to do that, but it must have been some mystical sex temple or something. It was like she knew exactly which spots to press at exactly the right time.

I couldn’t wait any more. I grabbed the tops of her arms and pulled her up to stand in front of me while I lashed the zip of her skirt down. It fell away from her body, revealing not only her knickers, but also her lacy black stockings. I had assumed she was wearing traditional nylon pantyhose, but no, her tights ended a few inches below the underwear with a thick lace banner. Words could not describe how sexy she looked, smiling at me with her cute lips as I stroked my cock. She slipped her knickers down to her ankles and kicked them away, backing up to the photocopier and balancing her ass on the edge. She had a small patch of pubic hair above her pussy, and as she spread her legs open for me I saw her clammy labia gently spread apart. I crouched in front of her and pressed my lips up to her pussy, kissing it and prodding my tongue around the soft ripples of flesh. I used my thumbs to part her labia fully, exposing her dark pink vulva as it glistened with moisture in the fluorescent office light. Her clitoris was begging to be licked, so I started to massage it with my tongue, flicking it left, right, up and down as she groaned with pleasure. Her juices were flowing freely on to my tongue, which I lapped up and spread around her hole as I brought a finger up to penetrate her. I slid my mi
ddle finger inside and started to massage the inner walls of her vagina, spending extra time on the roof as I rubbed over her g-spot. She leaned back on the photocopier, her breasts appearing like giant globes atop her chest.

I stood up straight and wiped her pussy juice over my cock, mixing it in with the copious amounts of saliva her mouth had left behind. As I moved closer she reached down between her legs and grabbed my cock, positioning it for me as I pushed the head against her vagina. I felt her feet digging into my back as she wrapped her legs around me, trapping me in her grasp and pulling me closer. My fat cock slid between her dripping wet labia, splitting them apart as it glided through into her vagina. Her nipples seemed to become even firmer, and I played with them, flicking them with my fingers and rolling my thumbs over them as I thrust my cock deep inside her. She let out a continuous stream of sex groans and tightly gripped the sides of the photocopier as it banged back against the wall under the movement of our bodies. I leaned forward as I slammed my cock into her pussy, and cupped her breasts to suck on her sweet nipples. She giggled as my tongue lashed over her sensitive areolas, and began to pant even louder as I increased my pace. My skin was slapping onto her ass cheeks, sending ripples of flesh down her inner thighs and across her stomach with every collision of our bodies. Her hand accidentally hit the Enter button on the control panel, prompting the machine to go into action, scanning her ass repeatedly as paper spooled out into the side tray, like a pornographic flick-book.

She climbed down off the photocopier and bent over it, wiggling her ass in the air for me as I crouched down behind her. I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and spread them open to reveal her puckering little tight anus deep inside her crack, and her quivering pussy underneath. I leaned in and ran my wet tongue around her ass hole, feeling the wrinkly rim as it brushed over my taste buds. I licked up and down her crack repeatedly, causing her to giggle and try to shake me off. She was so hot I could hardly decide what I wanted to do with her. Finally, I stood up again and gripped her by the hips, steadying her body while I pushed my thick cock into her trembling pussy once more. I started to thrust inside her, getting harder and faster as she groaned with pleasure. Her tight pussy was constricting around my cock so securely that I had to keep pausing so as not to cum too soon. I wanted to fuck her for as long as possible, but she was just too hot for me to handle. I pounded her harder, banging her legs against the side of the machine, and thankfully her breathless panting and sex noises were becoming louder as well. I didn’t know how close she was, but I couldn’t hold myself back any longer, and with a loud, strained moan I unloaded shot after shot of hot, sticky cum all over the insides of her vagina. The pumping of my throbbing cock must have sent her over the edge, as her legs began to shake violently and her pussy squeezed even harder around my dick as the final spurts of cum exited my body. She banged her fists on the top of the photocopier as her hips convulsed with orgasmic pleasure, and as I withdrew my cock she collapsed onto the floor in a quivering wreck.

I wondered if anyone had heard the commotion through the closed door. To be honest, all I cared about was the fact that I had just banged the hottest chick in existence, and given her a massive, cataclysmic orgasm to boot. She collected her thoughts and got to her feet, giggling and putting her clothes back on.

“Okay, that’s probably not the right way to use the photocopier...” I joked, handing her the stack of print outs of her ass. We both laughed and then returned to our desks, seemingly without anyone noticing. All I could think about was; would I get to fuck her again?

Tipping the babysitter

Lisa’s voice sounded urgent as she shouted up the stairs at her husband. “Mike, get a move on will you. You’re supposed to be picking up Melanie.”

Mike came bounding down the stairs. “Remember you have to pick her up at the sports field today,” continued Lisa. “She’s been playing softball.”

“Yup, got it,” said Mike. He looked at his watch and saw it was 7.20pm. He was supposed to be picking up their babysitter at 7.30pm, but knew it was at least a 20 minute drive to the sports field. Shit, he thought and hoped that Melanie would wait. He and his wife weren’t going out until 9.00, so there was no major rush to get back, as long as Melanie waited.

Mike looked at the darkening sky as he went outside. Oh man, he thought, now the weather is going to be miserable. He could feel the rain already blowing through the wind as he opened his car door. By the time he was pulling out the drive a light drizzle was falling and five minutes later the heavens opened. Fuck, this is bad thought Mike. The wipers were going at full speed and he could still hardly see out of the windscreen.

He finally pulled into the sports field car park and could see someone desperately trying to shelter under the eaves of the building. He drove the car across and immediately saw it was Melanie. She turned at the sound of the car and ran across to it. Mike leaned over to open the passenger door and she dived inside. She was drenched, the rain running in streaks down her face and soaking her clothes. Mike couldn’t help but notice the way her wet t-shirt clung to her body. It was virtually transparent and he could clearly see Melanie’s pink bra through the material.

“Jeez, where have you been Mr. Young,” said Melanie. “You were supposed to pick me up 15 minutes ago.”

“Sorry, Melanie,” he started. “I got delayed.”

Melanie was trying to wipe back the hair that was plastered to her forehead. “I feel like a drowned rat,” she said. “I can’t remember the last time we had rain like this. I certainly can’t remember the last time I was outside in it. It felt like being in a shower.”

“Shit, I really am sorry,” said Mike. “Why didn’t you go back inside?”

“We were the last game,” answered Melanie. “The building was locked up after we finished.”

“Oh,” was all Mike could think to say. He looked around and saw Lisa’s yoga bag on the bag seat of the car. He reached back to grab it and pulled it onto his lap. When he unzipped the bag he saw a towel and pulling it out, handed it to Melanie. “Here,” he said. “At least you can try and dry yourself a little.”

“Thanks,” said Melanie, taking the towel and rubbing it on her head to try and dry her hair.

Mike delved further into the bag and found a t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He took them out and looked at Melanie, his eyes lingering on her pink bra again. He shook his head. “You’re about the same size as Lisa,” Mike said. “You can have these if you want.”

Melanie looked across and saw the dry clothes. “No, it’s OK,” she replied.

The sudden thought of seeing Melanie in her panties and bra made Mike’s cock harden even more. “You really should. You could catch your death of cold.”

Melanie finally took the clothes and continued trying to dry her long hair. “I’ll get in the back,” she said. As she worked her way over the front seat of the car, Mike could see how short her skirt was. He felt himself get harder still. Jeez, he thought, getting a hardon for my 18 year old babysitter, what am I like.

Mike looked up into the rearview mirror and realized that Melanie was sitting just where he could see her. He couldn’t tear his eyes away and watched as the teen girl tried to get her wet skirt off. She finally worked it down her legs and off, and he could see that she was wearing little pink panties that matched her bra. Melanie started drying her legs and Mike watched as she opened her legs to get the towel in between. She ran it up her inner thighs and onto her panties. Mike saw her glance forward and quickly averted his eyes. When he looked in the mirror again, Mike could see Melanie trying to work the shorts up her legs.

As he continued to watch, he saw Melanie pull the t-shirt up and over her head. She started to dry her body, working the towel up from her midriff and onto her bra. When she pulled the towel away, Mike couldn’t tear his eyes from her tits. He realized he was staring and when he raised his eyes they met Melanie’s in the mirror.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked.

Mike flushed a li
ttle at being caught staring so obviously. He smiled sheepishly. “Sorry,”

Melanie giggled. “You’re sorry, but you still keep looking. Is that why you wanted me to change, to get a dirty flash of my pink panties?”

“No…, I was…, I…,” Mike spluttered.

Melanie giggled louder at his discomfort. “That’s OK. I won’t tell if you don’t. It’s a little bit of a turn on to have an older man staring at me.” Melanie pulled on the dry t-shirt. “Now that I am wearing your wife’s clothes, maybe you can pretend that I am her. What exactly would you do with your wife in the back seat of a car?”

Mike could feel his cock really stand up as he listened to Melanie and he turned to look at her. She smiled sweetly but continued to talk, getting dirtier. “Or maybe you are thinking about what you would do with an 18 year old babysitter. Did your cock get hard at the sight of my panties? Are you thinking about what you would like to do with that hard cock?” Melanie could feel her excitement surge as she played the slut. She had always had a bit of a crush on Mike and thought he was a good looking man, but she never seriously considered that anything would happen between them. As she talked dirty at him, she wondered what he would do.

Melanie didn’t have long to wait to find out. She saw him look to the front and thought he was going to start the car. Instead he locked the doors. Mike looked at his watch. It was just before 8.00pm. There was plenty of time to have a little fun and then make it back home for 9.00pm. Melanie smiled as he turned and crawled over the front seat to join her in the back. She didn’t waste any time, sliding her hand onto his pants and feeling how hard his cock was.

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