by Ellie Jones
Arousing Amelia
by
Ellie Jones
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Copyright 2012 Ellie Jones
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All characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is coincidental.
Arousing Amelia
Amelia so wanted to look efficient. None of her other outfits looked quite right, but a tearful little Jenny had covered her sole business suit in orange juice. If David had been alive he would probably have told her it didn’t matter, but men rarely saw the importance of things like that.
Pondering on David caused her thoughts to drift to sex. One way and another, she’d been thinking of sex a lot just lately. It wasn’t surprising; more than eighteen months had passed since her hands touched skin, real skin.
In the night, she had been awake for ages thinking about David, masturbating; fingers touching, finding delicate tissue, moving; achieving wet pleasure for a short time. It hadn’t truly satisfied. Perhaps the thought of the interview had made her too much on edge, or maybe she needed a thorough screwing to put it right.
David had known how to do it. He had used his fingers and tongue to full advantage. Foreplay was a ritual he never skimped on. He would provoke her pussy even after she became soaked, and then fuck her until she yelled with pleasure.
Masturbation wasn’t the same, it only brought temporary relief.
She missed having a penis to caress in the night; missed sucking testicles and cock; missed those superb fucking-sessions that made her head almost burst with pleasure. Most of all, she simply missed David.
She sighed, fastened her skirt, and finished her makeup. If she couldn’t look business-like, she might as well look attractive.
Interviews were hateful at the best of times, and she was afraid that staying home with the children had turned her stale. Interviews needed particular techniques, sharpness, clarity, but her mind behaved like treacle. Would she be a dreadful failure? It had been a long time since she’d done anything like this.
The drive to the office distracted her a little, but she still found time to worry. Would the children be okay with her working or would they play up; was her outfit acceptable; would she make a fool of herself?
In the foyer to the huge complex, she paused, her palms sticky. She located the washroom, ran cold water over her hands and wrists, and applied last minute touches to her makeup. Did it look subtle?
Amelia tried to control the turbulence in her stomach. David had left them well provided, so there was no financial reason for her to work, nevertheless she had her needs. She and the children were comfortable enough, but she was a person with drives and she had to fulfil them.
It seemed a bit egotistic now she stood inside this once-familiar building. Above her would be dozens of people going about their daily tasks. They would be proficient, eager. What could she offer?
She approached the reception desk, heart beating loudly, shoes clacking. The uniformed man behind it remembered her from years ago, and gave her a special smile as he directed her to the elevator.
As she walked, she looked around at the army of bright young people beavering at their desks. So much was going on, how could she cope? One or two of them glanced without curiosity as she passed… so many new faces, young faces. She’d always thought of work as a friendly place; there had been lots of people of her age then. Where had they gone? Few people knew her now. It seemed strange to walk through there without a friendly wave, or nod.
This place was a world away from the comfortable nest she and David had built. The children were all at school though, and she’d always promised herself that at this point she would return.
Amelia steeled her mind. If she couldn’t muddle through, so be it, but she had to try. She once told David she had business in her blood; that nothing else would do. How could she have been so naive?
The problem was most people thought of her as sophisticated woman. They were wrong. Inside she was a confused girl, whose only attribute seemed to be she could convince others she wasn’t.
A young man approached. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Karl. You look lost. Can I help in any way?”
Amelia sighed with frustration. “I’m looking for the Chief Executive’s office. I’m afraid it’s all changed since I was last here.”
“You’re here for the interviews for Personal Assistant?”
“That’s right, but I hardly know where I am. The man on reception seems to think I still remember, but it’s been too long.” She thrust out her hand. “I’m Amelia, by the way.”
“Hi Amelia. From that, I presume you’ve worked here before?”
“I have,” Amelia smiled, “Several years ago. But it’s changed so much.”
“I suppose so. Things don’t standstill.”
“I hate feeling like the new kid on the block. I’ve busied myself bringing up the children, but the youngest started school recently, and I sort of promised myself I’d return.”
Karl glanced at his wristwatch. “You’re rather early for the interviews. But I’ll take you up if you like. I’m on lunch break at the moment so no one will miss me.”
“That’s very kind.”
“I’m fairly new here myself. I’ve only been in the job four months, so I know what a maze it can be.”
“So,” Amelia said, “What do you do, apart from showing lame dogs around?”
“Me? I’m a nobody, filling in time as a hack until something crops up… In fact,” Karl said wryly. “I wondered at one point whether to apply for the Personal Assistant’s job. It certainly has a ring to it. People would know who I was then.”
There’d been a time when everyone in the building knew Amelia. Being somebody, definitely mattered. She raised her brow. “So what’s stopping you?”
Karl laughed. “You’re a fine one; you’re not supposed to drum for the opposition. Are you trying to talk yourself out of the post before you’ve got it?”
“Seriously though. Why haven’t you applied?”
Karl shrugged. “There’s no likelihood of me landing a job like that. I don’t have the experience. Possibly in a year or two, but not yet.”
They stopped outside an office.
“I’m told it’s new. The Personnel Manager has apparently reinvented everything.” Karl held open the door for Amelia and they went into a small reception room. Opposite them was another door; polished, imposing, a gleaming brass plate announcing ‘Mrs Trentham, Chief Executive’.
“Very smart.”
“It will probably be ages before anyone arrives. Would you like a cuppa while you wait?”
Amelia nodded gratefully. “Tea please. Black, no sugar.”
“How about taking it in my office? It will be better than sitting here all by your lonesome.”
“That’s very kind. Thank you.”
She followed him into the maze of corridors again.
They turned a corner but Amelia’s heel slipped and she stumbled off balance. Karl put out a hand to steady her, and caught her fresh white top in a fist. In turn, she grabbed his shirt, and for an instant they became a motionless montage on the verge of teetering.
History revolves around such moments. Gladiators have won and lost battles in the fraction of a second it takes for the mind to catch up with events.
His shirt suddenly split open and a rain of white plastic buttons flirted between them.
Her buttons remained intact, but her top opened wide and her breast
s bounced free. They were large, magnificently formed, with wide areolas framing tight nipples that protruded proudly.
Karl ignored a primeval instinct to grasp them, to squeeze them and touch each wonderful nipple. Instead, he reached and pulled her top together, hiding the beautiful display from view.
Amelia clutched her white top a split second later, tucked her breasts carefully into place, and fastened the buttons. Why the hell hadn’t she worn a bra? Her eyes never left his as she did so. The moment was extraordinarily sensuous, and sharing it with him made her abdomen clench.
She smoothed her top into place, not daring to look down, knowing her newly rigid nipples would be standing out like doorstops.
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “It was entirely my fault. I’ll replace your shirt, of course. Meanwhile, let me try to repair it. I always carry a needle and thread in my purse.”
“No problem. I have a spare shirt in the office in case I mess up. I guess now is as good a time as any to use it.”
“I feel awful.”
“At least no one saw what happened… except me.” He reached to the collar of her white top and straightened it. Their eyes locked again.
She followed him to a tiny, windowless office, on the floor below. He was a good-looking guy, possibly ten years her junior, with dark hair, a strong jaw, and eyes that laughed as he talked.
“So what does Hubby think about you wanting to work?”
Amelia shook her head. “I’m afraid I lost my husband more than eighteen months ago.”
“Jeez… I’m so sorry.”
“That’s okay. You didn’t know.”
“It must be hard for you.”
She nodded. “Harder for the girls.”
“How many?”
“Two. Jenny and Paulette. They’re great kids.”
Karl smiled. “Two sounds absolutely right.”
Amelia looked up. He was a beautiful young man, with smiling eyes that danced in the light. Without warning, her stomach lurched again.
“They must miss their Daddy. You, must miss him as well.”
Her voice suddenly sounded husky. “Very much.” She cleared her throat. “Do you have any children?”
He shook his head. “I don’t even have a girlfriend. She dumped me a few weeks ago for a more expensive model. He owns a business. Better prospects.”
“Ouch!”
He took a new shirt from a cupboard, tore the wrapping off, and shrugged the torn one from his body. Amelia gazed with fascination. He had wide shoulders, powerful arms, and was full of gorgeous skin. He seemed completely unselfconscious as he slipped on the new shirt and tucked it into his trousers.
What an exquisite thing that would be, to put her hands down his trousers and tuck in his shirt…
“Okay. I’ll get that drink now.”
Amelia watched him leave through the door. His ass looked tight and muscular, delightful. He came over as vibrant, so full of life that her blood pressure shot up. Right now it was probably through the roof. He exuded something totally raw and exciting, and it caused her head to spin in a crazy way. She couldn’t remember the last time someone stirred her like that.
In a short while, Karl returned balancing a tray with two cups and a plate of cookies. “I thought something to chew on might help you feel better, especially considering its lunchtime. I always feel better after a custard-cream.”
“You’re very kind.”
Stupidly, while he was out, Amelia had gathered up her short skirt so it draped scarcely below the line of her bottom. She suddenly realised how skimpy her panties were. As she bent to choose a cookie, he probably had a good eyeful of the bare cheeks of her ass. She was also aware her cleavage could be visible as she leaned over. He might even be able to see her nipples, but of course he’d already had a perfect view of them.
It dawned on her that she had become very sexually charged. Impishly, she stayed low, allowing him to study her as much as he desired. Amelia all at once wanted to indulge this beautiful young male.
She eventually straightened and walked past him, noting that he hadn’t taken his eyes off her the whole time. Being small but attractive, she often elicited reactions from people, but this appeared to be different. The air seemed saturated with sexual chemistry; something she hadn’t experienced for a long time.
He cleared his throat. “I’ll bet it feels odd to be back here again after all that time away.”
“I must say I’d have been a lot better if the kids hadn’t splashed juice all over my business suit.”
Karl shrugged. “What difference does an outfit make providing you’re smart; what matters is the person inside. You look simply fine, very attractive; very sexy if I might say.”
She shot him a glance from beneath her lashes. He was a gorgeous young man, slim, tapered to the hips, good hair, dark eyes that had somehow stopped laughing and started to smoulder. He made her belly scrunch with craving. How long had it been since she had eye candy as striking as this in her arms? Mischievously, she decided to push things. “I’ll make out.” She looked at her wristwatch. “I guess we have about forty-five minutes before the show is due to start.”
He shrugged. “Probably. Mrs Trentham might not arrive much before. I understand she’s coming especially for it. She’s the true bigwig around here, and people like that often come late to show how important they are.”
“Are you going to let me look around your office? I’d like to see what this place is about before the fun starts.”
He blinked. “My office isn’t typical. I’m not much more than an errand boy.”
“Nonsense, this is fine.” She peered at a collection of books on the shelves. “Wow, these are heavyweight. You’re certainly into balance sheets and corporate administration.”
“I’m studying for a business degree in my spare time. I intend to climb the ladder.”
She raised a brow then reached for a book on a higher shelf, couldn’t quite manage it, so stood on a chair. She smiled secretly as she caught him staring up her skirt. She leaned forward so he had a better view. The book fell to the floor. “Shit!”
She said something apologetic and leaned right over, knowing he would see her skimpy panties pulled tight over her pussy.
“Are you all right?” he said.
“I’ve climbed up here, but I may need help getting down. I seem to be accident-prone today. I must be nervous about the interviews.”
“Here, let me help.” He reached for her butt.
His hands gently but firmly touched her lower hips on either side. She backed down little by little, knowing how close his face would be to her pussy. The descent probably became the slowest in history. The grip of his hand meant it pulled her skirt up even higher. She wriggled tantalizingly to give him a better view, knowing full well that the lips of her vagina would hardly be covered. Suddenly, the stupid heel of her shoe gave way again. “Damn!”
He grabbed her tightly; his fingers perilously close to her pussy. She gasped, clutched the shelf, shifted her legs, and deliberately squirmed so that her pussy was even closer to his hand.
Without warning, he shifted his thumbs so they touched her thin panties.
Amelia swallowed. It felt extraordinarily good.
When she didn’t object, he leaned forward and cautiously kissed both cheeks of her ass. She let out a soft sigh.
He lifted his hand and commenced to unzip the skirt. She still made no attempt to prevent him. He allowed it to fall to the floor, and using both hands, gently pulled her panties aside, drew her pussy lips apart, and pushed his tongue in. An enormous thrill zipped through her veins. He began to carefully lick and suck her vagina.
Her grip on the shelf tightened as he found her clitoris, his tongue pushing back and forth, sending delightful shivers into her body. At the same time, he inserted a finger deep inside, making the cheeks of her ass clench. A second searching finger closely followed. He lapped up the copious love juices the actions produced.
W
ith his fingers still fully inserted in her wet pussy, his tongue unexpectedly flicked around the rim of her ass-hole then dived fully in. Her insides almost burst with sensation. She had never had experienced anything like it before, and it unleashed an extraordinary animal lust.
“I think you ought to lock the door,” she said throatily.
Karl reluctantly took his fingers out of her moist vagina, licked them with deliberation, then went and locked the office door.
He helped her down, and started to kiss her, placing his hand up her top, cupping her breasts, and touching her erect nipples.
Amelia could hardly contain herself. She fumbled with her buttons, dragged the white top from her shoulders, and allowed it to fall. It felt amazingly enlightening to consciously reveal her pussy and large breasts to a man. It was the first time since David. It had happened as a teenager, of course, but that was so long ago she didn’t want to remember. She moved so they jiggled slightly. The act made her zing with sexual awareness.
He kissed her furiously, leaned, and commenced fondling her breasts. Amelia couldn’t wait any longer; she unzipped his slacks, helped him take them off, got onto her knees and took his thick, unyielding penis into her mouth.
His cock, bigger and bulkier than she expected, felt full of power, and tasted of man. Tiny beads of delicious ooze came from the tip of the bulbous bell-end. She licked the drops away.
He moaned, which told her that he really enjoyed it. She took him down her throat. Perhaps it was a little too good, because he started coming way before she wanted. She kept him in her mouth though, and swallowed his ejaculation.
He pulled her up, and took her to stand on the chair again. He reached across to his pants, snapped open a condom packet, hurriedly rolled the condom on then guided his cock into her wet vagina. He began to pound away. Amelia thrust out her ass, aware of every inch that went in. He had a good-sized cock, and each time he slipped in and out she could really feel the huge bulbous end. He began to go quicker, making her grip onto the shelf again. Her first orgasm came fast. By the time he finally climaxed in her pussy, she’d lost count of how many times she’d peaked. As he pulled out his cock, her juices ran out of her vagina, and down to her ass.
