by Nicola Diaz
I feel a sweet shiver gently caress my spine as it works towards the gap between my legs and the world around me suddenly starts to fade away.
Take deep breaths Kimberly, take deep breaths.
It’s been a while since I have opened my legs for any man. Out of choice mind you. And sometimes, the urge to feel a thick long piece of meat thrusting into me is just too much. And I find my solace in wearing the sexiest underwear and subtly teasing men.
I look around and watch as the scores of females customers tend to their own desires. Buying for themselves and their partners. I feel my pussy suddenly tighten and moisten as the mere thought of walking around wearing nothing but the red piece in my hand. Flaunting my body for all to bare, parading my flesh like the mannequins on show.
I hear my company phone become alive as the device begins to vibrate in my handbag vying for my attention. I yank out the device and check the flashing message.
“Dear Kim, As part of our quality control protocols, your store will undergo a routine inspection tomorrow evening. Regards Jeff (Head Office)”
I send a quick confirmation reply back and tuck the phone back in my leather handbag.
My first inspection. I wasn't quite sure if I should be excited or nervous. Ever since I started managing the cafe, covering the evenings and weekend opening hours, head office have generally left me to my own devices. My job was a godsend for me at the time. As a part time student studying her second year in Psychology, I needed both money and as much free time to dedicate to my studies as I could. But I needed to find the right balance, and this job offered that. The cafe was in a upmarket park of Colorado and opened late afternoon until late evening, catering for the busy commuters finishing for the day and filling the city’s need for a cafe which opened later.
A sweet fragrance pollutes the air above my head as the aroma is gently pumped through the air conditioning unit, hypnotising customers to stay and browse longer. I look around at the wide variety of sexy and erotic lingerie. Colours and designs of all sizes for any occasion whether for your partner of just for your own pleasure.
Maybe I should buy something for tomorrow’s inspection. My pussy growls begging for the attention. The assigned inspector from Head Office for all branches in the Colorado vicinity is their Sales Director, Simon. I’ve only seen his pictures in company brochures and profiles and heard the gossip from other female managers. And from what I hear. He is fucking hot as hell. Handsome and built as fuck. Someone who knows what makes a woman tick. But he is dangerous though. A real panty dropper. The 32 year old Sales Director has a soft spot for sexy young woman. I tense my thighs at the thought. If I played my cards right. I could tease and torment him, wrapping his hardness around my little finger and stringing him along for a pleasurable ride long enough to pass the inspection.
I hover towards a mirror and stare back at the slim refection in front of me. The hourglass figure with it’s large breasts and perfectly shaped ass begging to be violated. I cup my breasts and adjust my bra into a slightly more comfortable position. The fullness struggles to contain itself within the flimsy bra and struggles to spill out of my tight top. I scan my body from top to toe and smile inwardly. No one needs to tell me. I am fucking smoking hot. Sex oozing from every inch of my young body and I’m not afraid to show it.
My horny and ready body will become my weapon of choice tomorrow. It’ll be perfect for an easy ride on the surprise inspection. I really can't afford to blow this opportunity and jeopardise the chance of retaining the job. The pay is great. The hours are perfect. And the work itself is suited to my personality. I need to make sure I do everything to ensure I pass the inspection. There is no holding back.
I roam the the length of the lingerie section scouring for the ideal outfit, something sexy that will grasp onto his cock’s attention and refuse to let go. I widen my search from such lingerie to any outfit. But not just any outfit. But an outfit that will hug my figure tightly, sticking to my body as it shows off every inch of my curves and the path to my gold. I need the perfect outfit. Something that will be dangerous in the wrong hands.
I can’t take any chances tomorrow. On a normal day, I’m plastered with a barrage of sexual innuendos and propositions from all direction. Both while I’m working and in my outside life. And I can handle them well. Maybe it’s my feisty attitude mixed with a hint of flirting keeps the men on guard and coming back for more. But in either case, Simon’s innocent eyes will need to be glued to my body, mentally undressing me, begging to pry my legs open and to mindlessly fuck my brains out.
Seducing men is a natural to me. They think with one part of their body and once blood starts flowing to their throbbing manhood. They become putty in the hands of anything with a pulse. The limits, the teases, the suggestion. I know how far I can take it to lead Simon along the right track but sense urge me to push even further. To secure the inspection. There can be no doubt about the outcome of tomorrow’s inspection. BUt I know every man is different. What makes him tick, growl and desire me will be something I will need to extract from him, willingly or not. And once I know what gets his cock gagging for me. It’s game over.
I slide my fingers between my thighs and gently stroke my panty covered mound as I feel my pussy moisten at the thought of cock around me popping erect as I start to picture myself in my killer outfit, ready to smack Simon’s cock with it’s dangerous allure.
Chapter 2
I leave the door slightly ajar, keeping an eye out for any customers. The cafe is quiet and the afternoon has been slow. It shouldn't be too long until Simon graces me with his scheduled inspection.
I stare at my body in the full body mirror in the ladies. The outfit is perfect. I twirl on my heel and watch as the fullness of my ass comes into view, standing loud and proud, wrapped tightly in a thin pair of black yoga pants. The yoga pants material almost feels like a second skin as it shows a hint of the white panties underneath. Is this too obvious?
I look at the reflection of my crotch and my thighs suddenly feel a small wetness forming between them as the camel toe become more visible in the light. I tug down on the sides of my t-shirt, jerking out my chest, pumping my cleavage on display in the low cut black top.
I have left very little to the imagination. And it’s by design. The depth of my cleavage, the thin white panties disappearing inside my ass cheeks and the visible cameltoe. No man would be able to resist me in this outfit. Nothing has been left to the imagination.
I cup my heavy breasts and slowly trace my hands down my body, wishing, hoping, my hands turns into a strangers as they start to aimlessly roam my body, exploring every inch and every crevice. Feeling and massaging every inch of my ripe and tender body. Hungry for the taking.
My thoughts quickly snap back to tonight. Once I have led him into my trap, his hungry and throbbing cock bouncing it’s erection off my thighs. I know it will be time. My pussy will sniff him out, when he is ready for the taking, coating his ears with dirty and lewd innuendos. Too much for him to even consider regaining any sense of composure for the remainder of the evening.
The afternoon quickly turns into evening as the overcast threatens to open up the heavens outside. We weren't forecast for a rainy and cold evening but the weather starts to become less predictable in the winter.
Custom picked up in late afternoon but our most recent customer has just discarded his sandwich wrapper and left the cafe. The door swings open and the man wearing a well fitting navy blue suit walks in and towards me with intention.
“Hello Kimberly, my name is Simon” he extends his hand and grips min in a firm authoritative handshake. A sudden burst of warmth overcomes me and my body becomes flooded with excitement.
Simon is taller than I expected to be. And my god. Is he fucking handsome. His dark blue eyes complements his suit.
“Nice to meet you Simon” I gaze into his imposing eyes and flash a sensual smile. I remind myself he is open to manipulation and my goal for tonight is to bend him using m
y body. I need to do anything it takes to clear the inspection.
I follow his dangerous eyes teasing my body as they roam across my length, no doubt wondering what lies beneath. The clues on my intentions are clearly laid out for him. There is no mistaking. The bulging cleavage. The visible cameltoe. The yoga pants wrapped snuggly around my ass. My visible pantyline. Heck, even a blind man’s cock would sniff out the sexual hunger in my body.
“Welcome to the cafe” I continue. Simon is a lot more handsome that I had expected him to be. His rugged frame emits a dominance over my petite body as he towers over me. A surge of energy jerks my pussy as it awakens to the man standing in front of me. At the back of my mind. I had considered the possibility of spreading my legs for the inspector in order to secure the pass mark. This was before he stood in front of me. Now. Fuck. Now I want to.
“Go ahead and make yourself at home” I watch as his eyes return back to my face, but not before he catches a sneaky glance down the valley between my breasts.
Before he has a chance to start his inspection, I casually drop my pen behind my, dropping it at an angle so that it ends up behind me.
“Oops, clumsy me” I slowly turn around allowing my ass to slowly come into full view of hungry eyes, I descend onto the floor to pick up the pen holding my ass in the air, sucking in the air from the room with it’s allure as it whispers for Simon’s cock. I glance up at the reflective pillar in front of me and observe Simon’s penetrative eyes jamming between my cheeks, teasing the visible panty line. The cafe momentarily disappears as the world’s focus remains pinned on my breathtaking ass. Once he has caught more than eyeful, more than enough to stir his manhood awake, I stand back up to face Simon and gently whisper into the air.
“I do try very hard” my words almost turn into a purr as they dance around his captivated eardrums.
I slide the pen back onto the counter “If you need anything, I’ll be right here”
Simon smiles “The last manager was reprimanded for lack of cleanliness”
My body draws closer into his, my words are barely audible as they hover across his ear “I try and keep from getting this place too dirrrrty”
Suddenly, I feel Simon’s hands gently touch my waist, sending slight shivers racing down my spine. I look at Simon and he doesn't follow through. Was it intentional? In either case, my pussy stirs awake and growls for him. His single touch generates an electric surge bolting directly to the growl between my legs. I want him. I want him to take me and fuck me. But not just fuck me. I want him to tear into me senseless.
“Well, we wouldn't want it to be too dirty” the tall inspector smiles as he leans in closer breaching my personal pace.
“My last boss threatened to spank me if I slipped up”
A thick bulge brushes against my thigh, and a sudden warmness grows between my legs as I feel my panties start to moisten trapping the wetness inside. I sniff the air around us at the subtle scent of pre-cum soaks the air. Simon’s eyes resume their invasive stare over my body and now I know I have my man. Hook. Line. Sinker.
The sound of the door opening interrupts the burning sexual tension as a customer walks in. I break away from Simon to attend to the male customer and can feel him. His eyes. His stare. Watching my ass as I walk away from him. Burning a hole into my body, mentally undressing me and fucking my tight ass, nestling his thickness between my ass cheeks, before he begins plowing into my darkness.
I have stolen his cock’s attention, he wants me. His manhood is throbbing and aching to fill me. He is under my spell now. Wrapped around my finger. He can inspect the cafe now. But while he is. He will be doing so with a raging hard on, horny and thirsty to bang me senseless.
Chapter 3
I have left Simon to the inspection, the bait was laid out and he fell into the trap. I continued tending to the cafe for the remainder of the evening. The flow of customers picks up a little, levels off and then dies down again, as it usually does approaching closing time. I glance up at the clock, almost 8pm. Almost time to pull the shutters down and call it quits for the day.
I peer out of the door window and watch the darkness encapsulate the roads, signalling its reign over daylight.
My ears prick up as the sound of throat clearing invades the space behind me. I turn around and watch as Simon slowly walks towards me. Wearing a huge smile, holding onto his clipboard casually. I wonder how long he was standing staring at my ass before he decided to clear his throat.
Watching the tall hunk maneuver slowly towards me fills my body with warmth, generating the spark I felt when I first saw him hours ago. This is the moment of truth, I need the all clear on the inspection. And if I don’t get. Well, these panties are coming straight off.
“I’m afraid” his gentle yet powerful tone betrays the words escaping his lips “there are some non-compliances we need to resolve”
What the hell is he talking about. What fucking non-compliances?
“”Grab a seat Simon” I point towards the centre table and flip the door sign to indicate we are closed. Simon and his manhood are now my full attention. I turn the latch and flick the kettle on to brew a couple of strong brazilians coffees. Non compliance? If there was anytime to seal the deal. This was it. I clench my thighs in a helpless attempt to control my throbbing clit. This is my opportunity to grab the bull by its horns. It’s now or never.
The strong aroma of the coffee beans floods the air with its overbearing presence, gently falling on the lips of the two remaining individuals in the coffee shop. I serve Simon his coffee and observe as his eyes glide over his notes.
I follow his lips as they introduce his words into the world around us. There are three areas he picked up, He states that the areas need attention as a matter of urgency and will need to be escalated to Head Office for immediate attention. His eyes don’t betray his words, they disclose his honesty. Simon is not stringing me long for a free ride. The hunky inspector appears to have found areas he wants me to address.
I lean in displaying the depthness of my cleavage, I push together both of my breasts and glance as Simon tries to control himself. But he can’t. He attempts to maintain eye contact with me, but I catch him. I catch him sneaking a quick glance down my top, gazing between the gap between my large breasts.
“Oh I’m sorry” I slowly lick my lips, wetting the surface twice over “I hope I haven't been too naughty, I don't want to get punished” My sentence turns into a whisper as the words trail into the air around us.
The scent of coffee beans is quickly replaced by the unmistakable scent of the trap clasping shut around my prey. Simon continues to fall deeper into my trap. I know he is open and willing to persuasion. His involuntary actions speak louder than his words. He is willing. And so am I. But I can't make it too obvious.
“While the overall cafe is clean and I am very impressed” his words soften.
“Oh, have I been dirty?” I smirk and watch as Simon slows in his tracks slightly as he is caught off guard.I casually slip my foot out of my shoes and feel the warmth of the cafe quickly cloak my bare foot before it quickly races up my thighs, licking every inch of my leg before finally resting between my legs. My foot hungrily hunts around for Simon’s. And as I find his and slowly start to stroke his leg, I feel the muscles in his leg starting to get tighter as he continues to fall deeper into my trap.
“Well it is kind of expected since I am known for being dirty” I massage the length of Simon’s leg with my foot, teasing him with each stroke as I inch higher and higher. Simon clearly looks distracted, he opens his mouth and struggles to get his words out. I channel my barefoot between his legs and stroke his thigh with my toes. Pushing further towards his manhood with each stroke.
“We can come back to these later” Simon smiles as he tucks his notes under the cupboard “But you will need to look into them otherwise Head Office will come down on you hard”
I wriggle my toes between his thighs and inch around for his manhood. The tip of my big toe make
s contact with his bulge “And how hard is that?” I slowly trace my foot across the bulge in his trousers and massage his cock. His manhood, thick and imposing feels strained against the trouser, threatening to break through. Yet, I feel it growing bigger and thicker everytime my toes dance across his length.
The inspector smiles and he slides his hands under the table and strokes my leg while I continue to tease his hardness. His rough and thick hands wrap their palms firmly around my legs trapping the goosebumps involuntarily sprouting across my leg.
“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you” he jerks my leg closer into him pushing my feet deeper into his crotch.
This thick hands caress my skin and I want them. I want to feel those hands on me. All over me. Touching me. Groping me. Spanking me. Punishing me. I have been a dirty and a naughty girl and he needs to teach me a lesson. A lesson for the dirty dirty girl that I am.
