LOGINHe stood up and walked toward me. I never realized quite how tall he was. I could smell his aftershave, feel the warmth of his breath on my face.“Yes sir.”“Are you going to play games with me? I don’t play games. If you’re going to go that way, you can go right back to the typing pool.”“No sir. No games.”“Back up a bit. Let me get a good look at you.”I took a few steps back and stood up straight.“How tall are you?”“Five foot, eight.”“In your bare feet?”“Yes sir.”“Take your shoes off. Let me see.”I kicked off my pumps. Lewis looked me up and down.“Turn around.”I spun slowly in a circle.“No, turn around so I can see you from behind.”I spun around again, stopping so that Mr. Lewis could get a look at my backside. Not for the first time, I found myself wishing that I had a bit more back there. A bit more in the hips department, and the ass department, in the tits department. But no. I was nothing but a pale skinny girl with a pretty face. There was that hateful word again..
Mr. Lewis went back to paging through my notebook. “So, Miss Grey, do you take shorthand? I mean, is this yours?”“Yes, Mr. Lewis.”“Where did you learn?”“I taught myself.”“How fast do you type?”“120 words a minute.”He scanned my desk, dug through some carbons, checked one. “Had any college?”“No sir.”“You graduate from High School?”“Yes sir.”“How long have you been here?” I told him.“How much does Barney pay you?” I told him.“How’d you like to move to Seattle and work for me? I’ll give you a twenty-percent raise.”“No, thank you, sir.”“That was awfully fast. Why not?”“Well, sir. I live at home. I don’t have to pay rent. If I move to Seattle…”“All right, all right. I’ll bump it to forty percent. That should cover the cost of a modest apartment for a young lady.”“Mr. Lewis, may I…”“Little lady, I’m going to be in town until the end of the week. I’ve made you an offer. If you’re interested…”He took my pad and scrawled something on it. He handed it back to me. It was a pho
Once in the tub, I used my fingers to brush away the blood from my inner thighs, then from around the swollen lips of my pussy. They were still sensitive. I dragged my fingernails lightly across the delicate tissues, then up across the light red-furred pubic mound, across the curve of my belly.I reached up with my free hand, finding my nipples already erect. I took one between my thumb and index finger. It was slippery in the soapy water. I caught it between my thumb and fingernail, pinched it, feeling the pain rush like an electric shock down through my body, right through my pussy. I could feel my internal muscles squeezing, the same muscles I now realized, that had been gripping Leon’s cock when it was thrusting up inside me.I pinched harder, then moved my hand to the other nipple, pinched that one as well. I realized suddenly that I was rubbing myself between my legs and that my pussy had flowered open in response.I began to rub myself up and down, pinching my nipple as I did.
Ashley’s P.O.VI came slowly back to consciousness. Everything was confusing at first. Where was I? I didn’t know. There was something heavy, almost suffocating, pressing down on top of me. My head ached. A sharp pain on one side as if I’d been hit by something. I tried opening my eyes. There was only darkness. What the heck was going on?I tried to focus. My body was lying in some odd position, my back pressed up against something hard, curved, with sharp ridges at intervals. Something jagged jammed up just below my shoulder blades. I couldn’t make sense of it.Why couldn’t I remember?I had a familiar taste in my mouth; the sour taste of semen. Well, that should tell me something. I’d only ever had the cock of one man in my mouth. That man was my boss, Mr. Lewis. Funny, even as I thought about sucking his cock, I never thought of him as anything other than Mr. Lewis. In fact, I’d been quite a prude before I’d started working for him at the airplane plant…Airplane!Why did that make
I didn’t cover myself, and I also didn’t scream or demand he leave. The dream was still too close, the ache between my legs was still present too. I smiled instead, slow and deliberate, and watched his gaze drop to my boobs, then lower.“Don’t just stand there,” I said with a steady voice despite the sudden hammer of my pulse. “Get over here and join me.”He hesitated only a second. Then the shoes dropped to the floor with a soft thud. He stepped into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and began undressing without looking away from me.He removed his shirt first, revealing the torso I had imagined only minutes earlier; the jeans followed. I mean he fucking shoved it down along with his underwear. His cock was already half-hard, thickening further as he stepped under the spray with me.The water hit his shoulders and ran down the plane of his chest. I reached out without thinking and laid my palms against his skin, feeling the heat of him, the solid muscle. He made a low sound i
I was drifting in that hazy void between sleep and full wakefulness, the most deliciously precarious place where dreams could be steered like a ship under full sail. In that half-conscious state, my most outlandish sexual fantasies always bloomed brightest, and I often woke to find myself already soaked, thighs slick, and my heart still hammering from whatever filthy scene I had just directed. This morning the dream had barely begun when the sharp slam of the front door ripped me out of it. My brother. Yeah; my inconsiderate, loud, forever-underfoot flat mate had just left. Why I had ever agreed to share a flat with him remained a mystery I still cursed daily. I was counting the weeks until my savings would stretch far enough for a place of my own. Until then, at least, I had the small compensation of watching an endless parade of his male friends come and go. One of those friends had been the star of the dream that had just been so rudely interrupted.He had stayed over on the sofa







