"There's a nice set fellas."
Sam looked up from the join he was welding and looked in the direction Jackie Boy was pointing. Over on the sidewalk a brunette in tight jeans, her ass wiggling with every step, looked up as Jackie whistled to her and smiled, walking past the worksite.
"Oooh yeah, she's goin' for it Jack," said Gavin, elbowing him as the brunette walked up to a man standing on the corner of the street, putting her arms around her and pressing her breasts against him. She was facing the workers as she hugged the man and gave them a big wink, followed by a kiss before walking away.
"Damn, she was into me the whole way!" he said, shoving Gavin away. Sam smirked.
"Yeah, maybe if you ask her man nicely he'll let you have another look." He said. Dave, Leigh and Gavin laughed as Jackie Boy threw Sam a cruel look.
"Keep your trap closed, new meat. You wouldn't know a piece of ass if it pulled its pants down in front of you." He glanced at the others, who stopped laughing. "You don't even have a place in the Pool."
Sam looked down and got back to work. The Pool was a running bet between the sheeties and sparkies, and Jackie Boy was right, he didn't have a part in it.
6 weeks ago Sam had come to the company as an apprentice, and at 19 was the youngest worker on site. About roughly the same time there had been a massive failure on the manager's part and they had lost a whole lot of money, so a new manager had taken over running the company. The new manager was a woman, with dark red hair, a nice rack and a fiery temper. Casey had whipped things back into shape in no time, but was insistent on being closely involved in the running of things.
As such, she spent quite a lot of time on site, her chest bursting out of the white blouse she often wore. Wearing black high heels around the workplace wasn't regulation, but she knew the affect it had on the guys and did it anyway. The bet was who would get the chance to fuck her first. Sam's name wasn't on the list because after the massive money loss, they all expected him to be dropped to save costs. So far he hadn't been.
So far.
"Speak of the devil, and she doth appear," murmured Dave, and despite himself, Sam risked a glance up.
Casey was walking through the site in her usual black business suit and white blouse, her hair tied back to keep it out of her face, dark stockings covering her long, sexy legs. She smiled at the boys and walked with a slight shake of her ass that put the chick from the corner to shame. She never quite flirted with them, but you could see the smirk she had from a mile away.
Sam hurriedly got back to work and finished the weld. Closing up the gas line, he put down the welding tool and reached for his tool box to add a few things to his belt before moving on, and was confronted by a pair of black heels.
"Sam?" came a voice. He looked up and blushed as he realized he was staring almost straight up Casey's skirt. She was looking down at him with a clipboard in her hand and didn't seem to be aware of his gaze. He noticed her dark thigh high stockings stopped just above her knees but still hidden under the skirt, and she was wearing a very expensive looking pair of silky white panties with a little lace around the edges. Tearing his gaze from them before she noticed, Sam looked up into Casey's eyes.
"We need to talk about the work you've been doing here. Can you meet me in my office after lunch please." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked off, not looking back at all.
Sam's heart stopped. No! He couldn't lose this job! He needed the money desperately and at his age there wasn't a lot of choice around. Sighing with lost hope, he belted up and climbed a ladder to the next level.
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Work continued as usual until the 12:30 bell rang, announcing it was lunchtime. Sam dropped his tools and headed for the food van parked across the road in an empty parking lot. The man working there was a rude bastard but he made decent food at least, and the girl working there was definitely worth the bad manners.
Jenny was a little shorter than him, with deep blue eyes and long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She usually wore a white tank top and a pair of jean shorts with work grade boots on. She sometimes had a pair of thin gloves to keep her hands safe from the hot plates of food she handled, walking around the site giving customers their orders.
Sam liked her and they often sat down at morning coffee time to talk for a few minutes. At lunch time she had a nice 15 minute break while the boss went off and had a smoke, which gave her a chance to relax for a while, so they went and sat on a bench behind the food van away from the site. They usually chatted about normal things, like sports or the weather, but often he couldn't help staring at her chest, wondering what her breasts were like under the tight bra she wore. Once or twice he laid a hand on her leg while they talked, and she usually didn't argue but he was afraid to take it any further.
Today, however, he wasn't in the mood for talking.
"What's wrong Sam?" she asked as he sat with her behind the food van. She had slipped her gloves off today and had a can of coke with a straw, her lips tightening around it as she drank.
"The boss wants to see me after lunch today," he said, a little distracted by her lips. He explained the problems that had plagued the company around the time he had started working there and how he was afraid they were going to fire him.
"Oh, that's horrible!" Jenny said, and she laid her hand on his thigh. He couldn't help noticing how she leaned forward, letting him catch a glimpse of her cleavage. "But they must know you're a hard worker! They won't drop you just like that, they need you." She smiled at him and suddenly he wasn't so worried about the job anyway.
"Thanks, Jenny. I really do need this job, and I like seeing you at lunchtime too. I really like you." He smiled and rested his hand on her thigh in return, her skin warm to the touch.
"I like you too, Sam," she said, lifting her hand from his leg. He went to do the same when she brought her hand down on top of his, holding it in place. She looked at him as her hand started moving his up and down her thigh, her skin soft beneath his fingers. He looked up at her and she smiled back shyly, her hand moving his slowly up now, closer to the leg of her shorts, his fingers sliding to her inner thigh...
With a loud buzz signaling the end of lunch, Jenny stopped moving and shook her head, as if coming out of a trance. Looking at him, she let go of his hand and stood up, letting him brush his hand down her leg as she turned and walked away to the other side of the van, leaving him a little shaky and realizing he had to be in the boss' office.
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Casey was sitting at her desk when the secretary showed him in, her jacket hanging on a stand next to the door. The desk was side on to the door, so he could see her high heels were off and tucked under the desk, but didn't risk looking at her legs for too long. She waited for him to sit down in front of her before putting the file down and looking at him.
"You've been an apprentice here for 6 weeks, correct?"
He nodded, unsure what the meeting was about. She looked at him with a hard stare and he felt his hopes sink a little lower. Abruptly she sighed and leaned forward, crossing her arms and resting them on the desk.
"Do you know how old I am, Sam?" she asked him. He shook his head, realizing he had never thought about it.
"I'm 32. 32 and already divorced from a man who didn't seem to realize I'm his wife." She reached up and pulled on her hair ties, letting a few fiery red locks fall. "As soon as we got engaged it stopped being fun for him. He spent most of his time doing things that don't involve me. His work took up all his other time. I wanted a proper husband, so I divorced him. I wanted to be successful, so here I am, running a company. I usually get what I want."
Casey pulled the last few ties out and her hair fell loose, hanging around her shoulders. She leaned forward again and rested her chin on her hands, giving Sam a superb view of her boobs pushed together in her tight blouse. She looked into his eyes.
"Do you know what I want?" she said. Sam shook his head, trying not to stare. She got up slowly, bending over to show off her tits again. She moved around the desk as she spoke, looking at him.
"This company is more than just a job. It's my life. And as such I do what I want with it." She rested her hand on his shoulder, standing next to him. Her voice had changed slightly, almost inviting him to let his mind wander. "I want to make sure that everyone who works here is doing what I want them to do. What I need them to do. Otherwise there's no reason for me to want them here." She walked behind him now, with both hands on his shoulders, fingernails lightly gripping him.
"I know you're good at what you do here, Sam." She was talking quietly now, and Sam could feel a stirring in his trousers that definitely wasn't there when he came in. Casey leaned forward, and he felt her blouse touching the back of his head. He blushed madly.
"But that isn't always enough sometimes. I need to know you can do more than that. I need to know you will do what I want..." Sam blushed as her breasts slipped down the back of his neck, pressing hard against him as her nails dug in to his shoulders.
"Do you think you can do what I want, Sam?" Casey asked. He blushed more and nodded quickly, not trusting his voice. She purred in his ear softly and stood up, releasing his shoulders and walking back to her desk. She sat down and smiled at him.
"Well, you'd better get back to work out there, hadn't you?" she said. "I'd like you to think about what I've said today, and maybe we can find a reason to keep you here..." she smiled wider as her foot rubbed his thigh, moving up his leg towards his crotch.
Suddenly Sophie the secretary opened the door, making Sam jump. At the same time, hidden from the Sophie's view, Casey slid her foot up and pressed against his hard on.
"Excuse me miss, the meeting is starting in 5 minutes." She said. Casey nodded, her foot rubbing his hard cock through his pants vigorously. Sam could feel her toes sliding up and down his shaft, like she was trying to make him cum in his pants.
"Have the contractors wait in the outer room, I'll see them when I'm ready," she said, still playing with his cock as she turned to face the secretary. "Did you talk to the manager of that little failing company?"
She nodded. "SkyCo, yes, they said they'd be willing to negotiate..."
"I'm sure you've put it all together for me," said Casey, waving her hand. "I'll do the deal making. Please make some coffees for the contractors and leave the business to me." Sophie left with a stiff back, leaving the door open for Sam, who stood up slowly, trying to hide his erection as he went to leave.
"Oh, Sam?" called Casey. Sam turned back, his mouth dropping as she rotated her office chair towards him, spreading her legs to show off her wet panties, smiling knowingly at him.
"Don't be a stranger. My door's always open..."
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Over the next week Sam stayed out of sight whenever Casey walked around the workplace. He didn't know what to do. His boss was a smoking hot temptress with big soft tits, long legs and a wet special place for him, but amazingly it wasn't her he found himself thinking about. That first night he fell asleep with the memory of Jenny's soft thigh under his fingertips.
The next day at lunch she didn't say anything about what had happened last time. But when they sat down behind the van like usual she sat a little closer, taking his hand and resting it on her thigh, just below the leg of her shorts.
At first he didn't know what to do, since he was so surprised at her actions. She started chatting normally, as though it was natural, and he quickly found himself rubbing up and down her leg again as they talked. The only time she stopped him was when his hand strayed too far towards her crotch, or if it slid down to her inner thigh too often. She kept giving him a seductive smile whenever they locked eyes, and he would keep rubbing her thigh some more. And when the buzzer sounded that it was time to go back to work, she would squeeze his hand lightly in hers and smile, then duck back into the van without another word.
It had been three days of this before Sam got up the courage to push things between them. As they sat down for lunch Jenny took his hand and guided it to her thigh as usual, but instead of leaving it there he took it off. She looked at him, unsure as he moved a little closer and rested his hand up on the leg of her jean shorts. Slowly he started to rub her leg, letting his fingers drift up to her hip and all the way down to the leg of her shorts. As she watched him quietly he slipped his fingers up into the leg of her shorts.
Gasping, Jenny gripped his wrist but he didn't let her pull him away. He took her hand in his other hand and lifted her off, slowly sliding his hand around her soft upper thigh. His fingers moved down towards her crotch slowly and drew back again, repeating this until he finally pushed them all the way down to her crotch, feeling her panties. She moaned as he did this and went to pull him out again, but he didn't let her. She tugged insistently on his wrist and, thinking she was too uncomfortable, reluctantly slid his hand out.
"Jenny, I'm sorry I..." he stopped as she pressed a finger to his lips, turning away and undoing the top button of her jeans. Shuffling round, he put his legs on either side of the bench as she sat facing the same way as him, sliding back to rest against his chest, guiding his hand down to her pants. He pulled the zipper down and felt the softness of her panties again, rubbing his fingers over her.
Jenny moaned, leaning back against him with her head tilted slightly, her breath coming in shallow pants as his hand rubbed her crotch. Feeling braver, he slipped one finger into the waistband of her underwear and when she didn't object he started pulling down on them, reaching for her wet, hot lips...
Buzzzzzz. Jenny's eyes shot open and she stood up quickly, a blush spreading all the way across her face as she did her shorts up. She turned to go as usual when Sam caught her hand, making her stop. She turned to him and he leaned forward to kiss her hand lightly, his tongue suddenly flicking out over her fingertips, like he was licking her clit. Jenny blushed more but squeezed his hand tightly, smiling as she left.
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The next day Sam had a plan in mind. He winked conspiratorially at Jenny during the morning coffee break, and she winked back. For all her shyness she apparently had enjoyed their exploration yesterday, and it was going to continue.
After avoiding Casey all day, the lunchtime buzzer sounded at last. When he had finished his food Sam went looking for Jenny behind the van. She was standing there, hands behind her back, looking timid as a child. He smiled at her innocence and patted the bench lightly, straddling it as before. With slow steps she walked over and sat down, undoing her top button again as he reached around her body.
As his hand felt her zipper, Sam kissed along her neck and heard her murmur happily in front of him, working her pants down a little to help his roaming hand. He could feel her wetness spreading already as his fingers probed her panties, tugging on the rim and slipping a finger in. Jenny didn't argue any more, instead she spread her legs slightly, and with a moan of joy he found her hot, wet pussy, his fingers slipping across her juicy folds.
Sam's free hand slid up her body to her chest, cupping her breast through her tank top lightly and massaging it. With agonizing slowness she took his hand in hers and guided it up under her top, over her tight belly and up towards her bra, sighing as he felt her soft skin. He worked his fingers over her folds and up to her clit, circling it as his other hand pulled down on her bra cup, releasing one of her gorgeous tits.
Jenny's eyes shot open as Sam's fingers found her nipple, hard and ready, playing with it lightly as his other hand moved back down to her folds. She gripped the bench with both hands to keep from shivering under this double assault on her private parts. Her breasts were somewhat small, but Sam cupped one neatly in the palm of his hand and rubbed it, marveling at how perky her nipples were.
In no time Jenny was trembling from his fingers playing with her, and she lowered her hand to rub her clit as he slid his hand up and down her folds. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he licked her neck tenderly, sending shivers down her spine. Sam could tell she was enjoying every minute of this and with a swift slide his finger entered her pussy.
"Aahhh!!!" Jenny gasped, sitting bolt upright and gripping his wrist tightly. Sam felt her walls tense around him and suddenly he was deep inside her, his fingers coated in her juices. Jenny shook her head.
"Please Sam, no! I...I've never had..." she stammered, and he realized he must have been the first one to touch her like this. He slipped his fingers back out of her and kissed her neck.
"I'm sorry, Jen...have you never had...had a guy touch..." she shook her head, looking over her shoulder at him.
"They've touched my clit and folds, but never...inside me," she said, trembling in his arms. He looked into her eyes and without a word slowly slid a finger back inside her, feeling her tense up again but relaxing as he kissed her neck more. Her hand dropped to his crotch and felt the massive hard on in his pants, gasping at his size.
"Need some help?" she said, giggling in a very non-shy way. She unsnapped his tool belt and let it drop to the ground, tugging on his zipper and slipping her hand inside his pants. Rubbing her pussy and her tits with his hands, Sam moaned as he felt her soft, tiny fingers wrap around his cock, making a fist as she started to pump him.
Jenny leaned back against him more as she stroked his shaft, pulling it out of his pants as his finger slid back and forth inside her virgin entrance. He could feel her breath coming in gasps as his thumb rubbed her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm. Her free hand gripped his wrist and pumped him in and out of her faster, her hand working his cock hard.
Sam could feel himself getting close to cumming, and kissed her neck as he sped up his thrusting, pushing a second finger into her vagina. Jenny was going wild in front of him, moaning and wreathing around like she was possessed, his tongue running up and down her neck to her ear.
"Cum, Jen," he whispered, and without waiting he bit her neck hard, pinching her nipple and pushing his fingers deep inside her. Jenny pushed her hips forward into his hand and squirted her juice all over the bench, wetting his fingers as she climaxed harder than ever before. She squeezed his cock tightly and threw her head to the side as she shook all over, humping his hand roughly.
When she had calmed down, she started to wank him off again, turning around and staring at his cock. He saw her drenched little pussy, her folds dripping with juice, and rubbed it softly as she licked her lips.
Buzzzzzzz. "Fuck!" said Sam. He was so close to cumming, but people were beginning to move. With a sigh Jenny let go of his cock and pulled her panties back in place, shuffling uncomfortably in her wet shorts. She helped him back into his trousers and took his hands, resting them on her breasts.
"It's ok, Sam," she said, looking into his eyes. "I promise this wasn't a one off thing...as long as you use those amazing fingers on me again." She smiled, blushing madly as she walked back around the van to get to work, waving goodbye.
Sam struggled to contain himself as he walked back over to the worksite. Unfortunately when he got to his work area he found Casey standing there, waiting for him. He quickly tried to hide his erection from her. She didn't look very happy.
"I haven't seen you all week," she said, looking at him.
"I...I've just been busy that's all," he replied, trying to focus on getting back to work. As he picked up his gear, Casey walked over, undoing her jacket and taking his hands, pressing them to her breasts. He blushed as she thrust her chest out, holding his hands in place fondling both of her tits. Closing her eyes, she moved to lean against him, rubbing her blouse against his chest as she slid one hand down over his crotch. Her eyes opened and widened as she felt his hardness.
"My, my, needy are you?" she teased, thinking she had gotten him hard just with her tits. She quickly pushed her hand down into his pants and found his cock. Sam tried to protest but she was too quick, starting to jack him off as she undid his belt and took him out fully.
He didn't want her, he knew that, but he was still extremely horny and she was clearly very good at handjobs. In a matter of moments he moaned loudly that he couldn't hold it in. Smirking, Casey lifted her skirt at the front and stroked him faster, gasping as he came messily on her thigh, his warm load splattering against her bare skin. She pulled away from him and licked the cum on her fingers, wiping the rest on a tissue and sliding her skirt back down.
"Mmm...well, that was nice, but I hope you can do better than that, Sam," she said, smirking again as she tucked him into his pants. "I would hate to get rid of such a...hard worker." She moved away quickly as Gavin and Dave walked past, then whispered in his ear.
"My office, tomorrow, just before lunchtime." Then she left, pretending nothing had happened.
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Sam was torn up inside all night over what he had done. He knew it had felt good, but it had also felt wrong; he didn't want Casey, she had just found him with a raging hard on. The guilt tore at him as he slept and in the morning he considered calling in sick. But then he remembered Jenny and knew that if he stood her up now, she'd be distraught.
"You look terrible," she said over the morning coffee break. He nodded and accepted the drink she offered. They were sitting in his work area, but no one else was nearby at the time, so they could have a quiet moment together. She reached out and took his hand, smiling at him.
"I know what'll make you happy," she said. Sam looked up as she licked his finger lightly, undoing her shorts and moving close to him. Without hesitating he slid his hand into her panties, quickly finding her folds and moving his finger in between them. Jenny moaned, reaching down to rub the bump in his pants.
"Ohhhh, but you didn't have any fun yesterday, did you?" she asked, looking embarrassed. He plunged his fingers deep inside her, making her pant with need, but she pulled them out and dropped to her knees, blushing madly.
"Let me help you with that," she said, undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. Jenny stroked him a few times, getting him nice and hard and ready. Then, looking around to make sure no one was nearby, she leant forward and took his cock between her lips, sucking on the head of him softly. Sam gasped with shock as she worked her mouth down on him, sliding lower with each suck. Her hand disappeared for a moment and he heard her start to moan, looking down to see her fingers playing with her clit in her undies.
Her handjob yesterday felt great, but watching Jenny get herself off like this was fantastic. It didn't take him long before he was feeling the need to blow his load. Jenny moaned around his shaft, her free hand gripping the base tightly as she sucked him hard, moving her lips right down him then pulling back, flicking her tongue around his head. She looked up at him and smiled, his cock in her mouth, and started to bob her head up and down him faster, stroking him with her hand as her fingers circled her pussy.
Jenny was moaning loudly around his shaft, sucking him hard and fast as she masturbated. Her hand was rubbing down through her wet folds as she sucked hard on Sam's cock, wanking him off into her mouth. She could feel her own orgasm building so she slid two fingers inside herself, crying out around him as she went over the edge, her eyes closing in pleasure as she wet her panties with juice. She sucked Sam harder and faster as she came, giving him the best blowjob of his life.
Her own moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth but now she heard new ones from above. Struggling to stop her legs from shaking, Jenny deepthroated him and bucked her hips, thrusting against her hand wildly as she started to cum again, and when he couldn't take it anymore Sam stood up, holding her head in his lap and blowing his load in her mouth, her eyes going wide as he pumped his thick cream into her cheeks.
Jenny tried to swallow it all but he came again and she gagged and pulled back, feeling it shoot onto her face and lips, the cum in her mouth spilling out over her chin as she fought to get her breath back from her own orgasms. She sucked on his cock again and took more of his cum in her mouth, managing to keep it all this time as he moaned her name, shaking.
"Ohhhhh Jenny..." he whispered, sitting down again as she softly sucked him, swallowing again and blushing as she tasted cum for the first time. Jenny slowly stroked his shaft, sucking gently as she caught her breath.
"W-wow," she said, looking up at him. "That was...wow..." She slid her fingers out of her shivering pussy and rubbed her folds, wiping Sam's cum off her chin and licking her lips. "I've never done that with...anybody," she said, stroking him lightly, her hand sliding through her own wetness as she swallowed his cream. "I've taken it on my belly and chest once, but...nothing like that." She looked up at him, breathless, smiling at the obvious pleasure on his face. She took her hand out of her panties and pulled her shorts up, cleaning his cock with her tongue and helping him back into his boxers.
As she did Sam's zipper up and brushed her hand over the bulge where his still hard cock was, Jenny stood up and took his hands in hers, embarrassed now about how to move forward. Sam waited patiently for her to say what she wanted, looking down at her.
"Sam...will you come see me again at lunchtime? Please?" she whispered timidly, looking into his eyes.
"Of course I will Jenny...I wouldn't miss it." he said, smiling at her innocence. He squeezed her hands and caressed her cheek, making her blush even more. She let go of his hands and stepped back, looking over her shoulder and blowing him a kiss before she dashed off back to work. Sam felt amazing, and couldn't believe he almost missed out by calling in sick. Of course, it was then that he remembered the reason why he didn't want to be at work today.
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Sophie gave Sam a very strange look as she led him into Casey's office, shutting the door behind her as she left the room. Sam turned to face Casey, but she wasn't looking at him. Her back was turned to him as she stared out the window, her hands clasped behind her back.
"I must say, I was a little disappointed you didn't come to visit earlier this week," she said, not moving. Sam shuffled his feet, trying not to appear nervous. He had to admit the thought had crossed his mind once or twice. If he wanted it she wouldn't have turned him away.
"But there is time, now, to make up for that. Please, have a seat." She turned around and walked over to the desk, hands still behind her back. she wore her blouse and her skirt, with her usual black stockings and heels. Motioning to her chair, the only one in the office today, she walked up to the other side of the desk and waited. Sam sat down.
Smiling, Casey held out a crumpled strip of black fabric. She casually threw it onto the desk and leaned forward on her hands, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.
"Pick them up."
Slowly Sam took the bundle, and as he held them up he saw it was a lacey black g-string with a big wet patch at the front. Looking back at Casey, he watched her nod, crawling up onto the desk and sliding her legs down on either side of the chair.
"That's right...you know why you are here, don't you?" she said seductively, undoing the top button of her blouse as she licked her lips. Sam nodded, his cock getting hard in an instant. Casey smiled hungrily and spread her legs, revealing her bare naked pussy, framed by her black thigh length stockings. Her folds were glistening with wetness and Sam could see she was clean shaven except for a little landing strip of dark brown hair above her clit. He couldn't help but stare, his cock bulging in his trousers.
Casey lowered her hand to her pussy, rubbing her fingers through her folds slowly, getting them dripping wet. She shivered with need, closing her eyes briefly as her desire to fuck him seemed to override her other instincts.
"That's right," she said, ripping the next two buttons on her blouse, revealing her jet black pushup bra, her amazing tits barely covered. "Time to see if you can earn your keep..."
With a small growl she moved off the desk and pushed his chair back against the wall, straddling him and pulling his head into her tits. She smirked as he gasped, reaching down to unsnap his belt for him, then yanking down his zipper before quickly hiking up her skirt. She reached into his shorts and tugged on his cock, feeling a little precum on the tip and smiling.
"Fuck, I need this...come on, get this thing out and take me..." she pleaded, "You're about to get the ride of your life..."
Sam knew the choice he had to make. He could do what all the guys here wanted. He could fuck his boss, who happened to be a sex crazed red head with long legs and gorgeous tits. He would keep his job and get an amazing root at the same time. It would be so easy.
He took out his cock, looking up as Casey moaned with delight, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking his shaft. She arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair, sliding closer to him and pressing the head of his cock against her folds, guiding him in. Sam slid his hands around to grab her ass, ready to pull her hips forward and thrust inside her, but as he looked up at her he could only think of one thing...
Jenny, standing there with him, holding his hands and asking him with the biggest blush on her face to meet her for lunch. He suddenly thought that was strange. Really strange. He always met her for lunch. Why was this day so special that she had to ask him? And why the massive blush over it?
Then it clicked. It was all clear.
"Ohhhh...shit, hurry up...fuck me...!" cried Casey, bucking her hips as she took one of his hands and sucked his fingers, sliding her pussy onto his cock. "Just put it in already and fuck...why do your hands smell funny?" asked Casey. Sam came back to the moment and saw her holding his hand up, a confused look on her face. He knew instantly what she could smell. It was the same hand he had briefly slid into Jenny's underwear, fingering her wet folds before she stopped him that morning.
A moment later Casey realized what it was too. She slowly looked down at him, the rage building in her eyes as she put it all together. She let go of his cock, his head springing up through her folds as she stood up, her skirt bunched around her hips, her breasts pushing out of her blouse.
"You...who have you been with today?!?" she demanded, her stunning sexiness evaporating as jealousy set in. "No girls have come to the site all day! You've been here since this morning! You haven't left and the only break you had was the morning coffee..." then her eyes clouded over with understanding.
Casey turned back to Sam, and he knew it was now or never. The idea of bluffing out of this and screwing her anyway wasn't even a possibility to him. He pulled up his pants and stood up, walking to the door and opening it.
"You...you can't fucking leave me like this!" Casey cried out at him, her knees shaking. "Come back here! Get in here now Sam...!"
But he was already gone.
He rushed out of the office and past Sophie, talking to several clients about future projects, startling the secretary with the level of speed he showed leaving the building.
One quick stop, before they throw me off site, he thought...
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The big food van was closed up, the lunchtime rush over for the day, and the owner off having a smoke. Everyone else was off enjoying their break. None of it really mattered. Sam headed straight round the side of the van, to the secluded bench where it all began.
Jenny was sitting there, arms around her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks as she wept quietly. Slowly, Sam walked up to her and reached down, resting his hands on her knees. She looked up and her eyes widened as she met his. He took her hands and held them up to his lips, shuffling closer on his knees.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, giving her a loving smile.
Before he knew it she was on him, pushing him onto his back and kissing his lips hard, her tears falling onto his cheeks. Sam wrapped his arms around her and held her, marvelling at her soft lips, the intensity in her kiss. Finally she broke the kiss, gasping for air as she smiled down at him.
"I thought you didn't want to come," she said. "I thought maybe you didn't want to get too serious..." she stopped as Sam laid a finger on her lips, smiling up at her.
"I don't know about you, but after the ridiculous build up all week, right now I desperately want to get to know you better," he said, winking at her. "I don't suppose that's why you wanted me to meet you so badly?"
Jenny blushed dark red, biting her lip as she nodded at him. She had taken the plunge and he couldn't be happier.
"Well, shall we strip down right here or do you have somewhere less dirty in mind?" he asked, making her blush more, giggling madly. Getting up, she took his hand and led him to the back of the big van, opening the door and letting him in.
The space was a cramped cooking area, but Jenny had laid several large soft towels down on a small collection of pillows on the floor. Sam squeezed her hand and laughed at her shyness even when they were about to lie together for the first time. He pulled the doors shut and swept her up in his arms, kissing her again as she tugged on his work shirt, pulling it up over his head. He lowered her to the soft bed of pillows and reached for her boots, helping her kick them off her white socked feet. Jenny quickly pulled on the hair tie of her ponytail and her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders as she undid the button and zipper on her pants.
Sam started to unbuckle his tool belt, but Jenny rested her hand on his.
"Leave it on...?" she asked timidly. Smirking at her, Sam fastened his belt again, then pulled his zip down and slid his trousers to his knees, helping her lift her tank top over her head. Jenny had worn a plain red bra with a little lace around the edges, but to him it was stunning. She smiled shyly as his hands slid over her tight tummy and up to her chest, taking a breast in each hand and slowly rubbing them, cupping them in his palms.
"Do you like them?" she asked, and he nodded smiling at her, gently giving her bulges a squeeze before pulling on the cups, but she stopped him.
"Please, I...I'm still a little self conscious," she admitted, looking at him fearfully. Sam just leaned in and kissed her lips, moving his hands down to pull on the waistband of her short shorts. Jenny lay on her back to help him, tugging them down over her hips and down her thighs, discarding them in the pile of clothes. Sam smiled as he saw Jenny's matching red undies, modest but still unbelievably sexy on her.
They were both now in only their underwear and you could almost choke on the sexual tension in the van. Jenny kneeled up, reaching for Sam's boxers and slowly putting her hand inside them, feeling his hardness and biting her lip, taking him out.
"I'd better pay you some attention," she said smoothly, running her hand up and down his cock. She held the base of his shaft as her other hand worked him, staring as if transfixed by his size. A little precum was leaking from the tip and Jenny looked up at him before leaning in and sticking her tongue out, licking him to taste it. Sam moaned as she got bolder, sliding her tongue down his shaft and up again before taking his head in her mouth, sucking softly while she stroked him.
"Ohh baby, if you keep that up I might cum again," he whispered, her hand moving faster up and down him. Jenny just murmured and took more of his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down his length. Sam could feel himself getting close so he gently pushed her off him, taking her hands and lowering her to the floor.
"Now then...time I returned the favour," he said with a grin. Jenny bit her lip as he slipped her panties down her thighs, feeling them peel from her wet pussy reluctantly. When they were past her knees he dropped them, coming to rest around her socks. She parted her legs for him and Sam lay down between her thighs, marvelling at her beautiful pussy.
Jenny was clean shaven and her bright pink lips were smooth and wet. Sam could feel the heat coming off her as he leaned in and gave her a little flick of his tongue, making her gasp. Smiling at her, he slid his tongue into her folds and treated her to a long, dragging lick from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue passing over her entrance as he did so. He repeated this several more times, enjoying the taste of her juices on his lips, before her small delicate hand reached down to stroke her clit, at which point he took her hand and stopped her.
"Ah ah ahhh...naughty girl," he whispered, putting her hand on his cheek. "You're not allowed to do that...it takes the fun out of it for me." He looked into her wide eyes as he slid his lips up her folds to take her clit in his mouth, kissing it and flicking his tongue over her. Jenny shivered with pleasure and laid her head back, her hand gripping his hair tightly as he licked.
Now Sam moved a finger up to slide into her pussy, inching it in very slowly to tease her, then pulling it out and forcing it in faster, getting a rewarding gasp from her. He could feel her walls contracting as he suckled her clit and fingered her pussy, and he started going faster. Jenny's breath came in sharp pants and he knew she was close, so he lowered his lips and slid his tongue inside her entrance. With a tug of his hair and a strangled cry she came on his face, squirting a little all over his lips, her folds shaking madly throughout her orgasm. Sam lapped up her sweet love juice, licking his lips and moaning against her skin, earning another squirt.
As he sat up, Sam was struck by Jenny's true beauty. She lay on her back, shivering with pleasure, her hair a mess on the pillow and her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath after her massive orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, taking his hand and pulling him to meet her, pushing his boxers down his legs and sliding her hands up around his back.
"Sam...I...I've never, you know...had sex before," she mumbled, looking up at him above her. He gave her a warm smile and rested a hand on her thighs, gently spreading her legs as he positioned himself above her. She smiled back, and then sat up a little.
"Oh wait, umm...do you have a condom?" she asked, blushing furiously.
Sam nodded and fumbled with his shorts, retrieving his wallet and getting the rubber out and opening it. He slid it onto his cock and rolled it down, taking Jenny's hand as he moved back on top of her, his tool belt rubbing her belly slightly.
"It's ok, Jenny, I'll be gentle, ok?" he said, holding himself up on his right hand. She nodded, and he ran his other hand up her side as he moved his knees closer to her ass, pressing the head of his cock against her wet clit. Jenny gripped his arm and reached down, guiding him into her folds as he slowly eased himself forward. He could feel her tightness as his head penetrated her but suddenly he was in, sliding all the way to the hilt through her wetness. Jenny gasped, pleasure mixing with a little pain as her lips widened to take him, feeling more full and complete than ever before.
"Ohhh, oh ow..." she murmured, gripping his arms tightly, her toes curling in her socks as she felt a man's penis inside her. Her head was spinning and she closed her eyes as she tried to adjust, but Sam was aching to cum and started slowly pumping her, drawing his cock almost all the way out and sliding it back in again faster. His hips lightly slapped the back of her thighs as she lifted her knees higher, spreading her folds to let him fuck her deeper, her second wave of orgasm already starting to flow towards her.
"Ohh fuck, Jen...you're so warm and tight, it's amazing," he said, gasping as he thrust into her, his hands moving over her breasts as he knelt up a little to pump her harder. She gripped his hands and held them over her tits, cupping them and pulling a little of her bra down to reveal her hard pink nipples, feeling him pinch them lightly. Jenny moaned as he pummelled her with his cock, driving deep inside her and leaning forward again, kissing her lips. She reached out and gripped his tool belt, pulling him into her with every thrust.
"Mmm, oh baby, yeah...fuck me Sam, fuck me hard," she panted, feeling him grip her sides tightly as his lips slid down over her erect nipple, tonguing it madly, making her cry out as he started to thrust faster. Sam was groaning loudly and Jenny could feel the van rocking from their motions, the slap of her asscheeks as he pounded her tight virgin pussy. She couldn't hold herself back much longer and with a cry she threw her hand out, gripping the blankets tightly as she came again, squirting all over his crotch.
Sam felt Jenny's cum spray onto his cock and thrust even deeper, feeling his own release boiling up inside him. He leant over her and fucked her hard, his arms sliding around her back as he kissed her neck.
"Ohh fuck yeah Jen, I'm going to cum...oh baby...oh god...ah! Shit, wait!" he cried, trying to pull out of her as he felt a rip down below, but Jenny threw her arms around him and squeezed her thighs together, another wave of hot pleasure washing over her as his cock erupted deep inside her pussy. Jenny felt her lover's warm seed pump into her folds as she moaned, her eyes closed and her head spinning with the most earth-shaking orgasm of her life.
Sam's back arched and he quickly pulled her slender figure closer to him, his whole body stiffening as he came long and hard. His moans were full of pleasure in her ears, his breath on her neck sending tingles through her, though she hardly felt it. To Jenny there was only him and his hard, pulsing member, filling her like no man ever could hope to do.
They lay that way for what felt like years, but must have only been minutes, Sam's cock slowly starting to go soft, the last of his love cream shooting into her. With a groan he eased out of her, the feeling of his long shaft slipping from her lips making Jenny shiver uncomfortably. He lay down beside her in their love nest, her hand sliding into his and giving him a squeeze.
"The condom broke." she said, looking up at the roof of the van. "Didn't it." She already knew. The evidence was planted warmly inside her. She could feel a little moving around as her folds shivered from her last orgasm.
"I'm so sorry, Jenny," Sam said, turning to look at her. "I tried to pull out, to tell you..."
"Shh," she whispered, putting a finger to his lips before leaning in and kissing them, lifting his hand up and holding it in both of hers. "I could feel it...it was amazing." She smiled, kissing his palm. "Have you ever, you know...shot inside a girl before?" He shook his head.
"No, I've always had a condom...I can't believe we did that," he said, still panting from the effort, his voice a little shaky. Jenny held his hands to her lips and kissed them both, looking into his eyes.
"It's alright, really...please, it was perfect, just perfect..." she murmured, slowly shuffling up to his side as he lay back, his arm going around her shoulders, her socks rubbing his leg. Sam helped her breasts back into her bra and she smiled, kissing his neck and circling her finger around his chest.
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Casey sat in her chair, her breasts still out, fuming as she heard a knock at the door.
"I don't want to be disturbed!" she yelled, but the door opened and Jackie Boy walked in, shutting the door and unzipping his fly, grinning stupidly.
Casey stared at him for a moment, then growled and pulled her panties down.
Outside, Casey's secretary quickly led the representative from SkyCo away from the inner office as her finely tuned ears heard the sound of grunts and several foul words, along with the heavy creaking of a desk, floating through the air.
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"I'm probably fired, you know," Sam said to Jenny as they pulled their clothes on. He had told her briefly what happened earlier that day. Jenny took his hand. She knew what he meant, a new reason to be worried that he now didn't have a job...
"What happens, happens," she said. "I, I can take the after pill, and...but no matter what we will work things out." Sam nodded, lost in his thoughts.
"I just know how hard it might be to get a good paying job...and what if you are, I mean...we are..." he trailed off. She just shrugged.
"Can you cook? We could always use a new chef in the van," she said cheekily, grinning at him. He laughed and stroked her cheek, thinking that no matter what he would find a way to be happy.
As it turns out, he didn't get fired, because his new boss, Miss Sophie Page, knew how to treat people properly after years of secretary duty. Casey disappeared after she was let go for inappropriate behaviour. Well, that's what you get when you scream at someone for cumming too quickly in an office. It seems the higher-ups frown on that sort of thing with clients in the same building.
Nonetheless, the merge with SkyCo – Sophie's work all the way – went off smoothly and won her the new position. Her first act was to see to it that Jackie Boy started looking for work elsewhere. After a few weeks things were looking a lot better, now that they had a manager who spent more time working hard and less time flirting and showing off her tits. Sam finished his apprenticeship and when Sophie offered him the spare position he took it gladly, receiving a nice pay rise and a pat on the back from his new boss.
Sam and Jenny still saw each other every day at lunchtime. Most days they spent it talking and just enjoying each other's company, choosing to keep their busy sex life confined to the new apartment they could now afford to share in the city.
But every now and then, when the boss was off having a smoke...
Sam looked up from the join he was welding and looked in the direction Jackie Boy was pointing. Over on the sidewalk a brunette in tight jeans, her ass wiggling with every step, looked up as Jackie whistled to her and smiled, walking past the worksite.
"Oooh yeah, she's goin' for it Jack," said Gavin, elbowing him as the brunette walked up to a man standing on the corner of the street, putting her arms around her and pressing her breasts against him. She was facing the workers as she hugged the man and gave them a big wink, followed by a kiss before walking away.
"Damn, she was into me the whole way!" he said, shoving Gavin away. Sam smirked.
"Yeah, maybe if you ask her man nicely he'll let you have another look." He said. Dave, Leigh and Gavin laughed as Jackie Boy threw Sam a cruel look.
"Keep your trap closed, new meat. You wouldn't know a piece of ass if it pulled its pants down in front of you." He glanced at the others, who stopped laughing. "You don't even have a place in the Pool."
Sam looked down and got back to work. The Pool was a running bet between the sheeties and sparkies, and Jackie Boy was right, he didn't have a part in it.
6 weeks ago Sam had come to the company as an apprentice, and at 19 was the youngest worker on site. About roughly the same time there had been a massive failure on the manager's part and they had lost a whole lot of money, so a new manager had taken over running the company. The new manager was a woman, with dark red hair, a nice rack and a fiery temper. Casey had whipped things back into shape in no time, but was insistent on being closely involved in the running of things.
As such, she spent quite a lot of time on site, her chest bursting out of the white blouse she often wore. Wearing black high heels around the workplace wasn't regulation, but she knew the affect it had on the guys and did it anyway. The bet was who would get the chance to fuck her first. Sam's name wasn't on the list because after the massive money loss, they all expected him to be dropped to save costs. So far he hadn't been.
So far.
"Speak of the devil, and she doth appear," murmured Dave, and despite himself, Sam risked a glance up.
Casey was walking through the site in her usual black business suit and white blouse, her hair tied back to keep it out of her face, dark stockings covering her long, sexy legs. She smiled at the boys and walked with a slight shake of her ass that put the chick from the corner to shame. She never quite flirted with them, but you could see the smirk she had from a mile away.
Sam hurriedly got back to work and finished the weld. Closing up the gas line, he put down the welding tool and reached for his tool box to add a few things to his belt before moving on, and was confronted by a pair of black heels.
"Sam?" came a voice. He looked up and blushed as he realized he was staring almost straight up Casey's skirt. She was looking down at him with a clipboard in her hand and didn't seem to be aware of his gaze. He noticed her dark thigh high stockings stopped just above her knees but still hidden under the skirt, and she was wearing a very expensive looking pair of silky white panties with a little lace around the edges. Tearing his gaze from them before she noticed, Sam looked up into Casey's eyes.
"We need to talk about the work you've been doing here. Can you meet me in my office after lunch please." Without waiting for a reply, she turned and walked off, not looking back at all.
Sam's heart stopped. No! He couldn't lose this job! He needed the money desperately and at his age there wasn't a lot of choice around. Sighing with lost hope, he belted up and climbed a ladder to the next level.
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Work continued as usual until the 12:30 bell rang, announcing it was lunchtime. Sam dropped his tools and headed for the food van parked across the road in an empty parking lot. The man working there was a rude bastard but he made decent food at least, and the girl working there was definitely worth the bad manners.
Jenny was a little shorter than him, with deep blue eyes and long blonde hair pulled into a ponytail. She usually wore a white tank top and a pair of jean shorts with work grade boots on. She sometimes had a pair of thin gloves to keep her hands safe from the hot plates of food she handled, walking around the site giving customers their orders.
Sam liked her and they often sat down at morning coffee time to talk for a few minutes. At lunch time she had a nice 15 minute break while the boss went off and had a smoke, which gave her a chance to relax for a while, so they went and sat on a bench behind the food van away from the site. They usually chatted about normal things, like sports or the weather, but often he couldn't help staring at her chest, wondering what her breasts were like under the tight bra she wore. Once or twice he laid a hand on her leg while they talked, and she usually didn't argue but he was afraid to take it any further.
Today, however, he wasn't in the mood for talking.
"What's wrong Sam?" she asked as he sat with her behind the food van. She had slipped her gloves off today and had a can of coke with a straw, her lips tightening around it as she drank.
"The boss wants to see me after lunch today," he said, a little distracted by her lips. He explained the problems that had plagued the company around the time he had started working there and how he was afraid they were going to fire him.
"Oh, that's horrible!" Jenny said, and she laid her hand on his thigh. He couldn't help noticing how she leaned forward, letting him catch a glimpse of her cleavage. "But they must know you're a hard worker! They won't drop you just like that, they need you." She smiled at him and suddenly he wasn't so worried about the job anyway.
"Thanks, Jenny. I really do need this job, and I like seeing you at lunchtime too. I really like you." He smiled and rested his hand on her thigh in return, her skin warm to the touch.
"I like you too, Sam," she said, lifting her hand from his leg. He went to do the same when she brought her hand down on top of his, holding it in place. She looked at him as her hand started moving his up and down her thigh, her skin soft beneath his fingers. He looked up at her and she smiled back shyly, her hand moving his slowly up now, closer to the leg of her shorts, his fingers sliding to her inner thigh...
With a loud buzz signaling the end of lunch, Jenny stopped moving and shook her head, as if coming out of a trance. Looking at him, she let go of his hand and stood up, letting him brush his hand down her leg as she turned and walked away to the other side of the van, leaving him a little shaky and realizing he had to be in the boss' office.
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Casey was sitting at her desk when the secretary showed him in, her jacket hanging on a stand next to the door. The desk was side on to the door, so he could see her high heels were off and tucked under the desk, but didn't risk looking at her legs for too long. She waited for him to sit down in front of her before putting the file down and looking at him.
"You've been an apprentice here for 6 weeks, correct?"
He nodded, unsure what the meeting was about. She looked at him with a hard stare and he felt his hopes sink a little lower. Abruptly she sighed and leaned forward, crossing her arms and resting them on the desk.
"Do you know how old I am, Sam?" she asked him. He shook his head, realizing he had never thought about it.
"I'm 32. 32 and already divorced from a man who didn't seem to realize I'm his wife." She reached up and pulled on her hair ties, letting a few fiery red locks fall. "As soon as we got engaged it stopped being fun for him. He spent most of his time doing things that don't involve me. His work took up all his other time. I wanted a proper husband, so I divorced him. I wanted to be successful, so here I am, running a company. I usually get what I want."
Casey pulled the last few ties out and her hair fell loose, hanging around her shoulders. She leaned forward again and rested her chin on her hands, giving Sam a superb view of her boobs pushed together in her tight blouse. She looked into his eyes.
"Do you know what I want?" she said. Sam shook his head, trying not to stare. She got up slowly, bending over to show off her tits again. She moved around the desk as she spoke, looking at him.
"This company is more than just a job. It's my life. And as such I do what I want with it." She rested her hand on his shoulder, standing next to him. Her voice had changed slightly, almost inviting him to let his mind wander. "I want to make sure that everyone who works here is doing what I want them to do. What I need them to do. Otherwise there's no reason for me to want them here." She walked behind him now, with both hands on his shoulders, fingernails lightly gripping him.
"I know you're good at what you do here, Sam." She was talking quietly now, and Sam could feel a stirring in his trousers that definitely wasn't there when he came in. Casey leaned forward, and he felt her blouse touching the back of his head. He blushed madly.
"But that isn't always enough sometimes. I need to know you can do more than that. I need to know you will do what I want..." Sam blushed as her breasts slipped down the back of his neck, pressing hard against him as her nails dug in to his shoulders.
"Do you think you can do what I want, Sam?" Casey asked. He blushed more and nodded quickly, not trusting his voice. She purred in his ear softly and stood up, releasing his shoulders and walking back to her desk. She sat down and smiled at him.
"Well, you'd better get back to work out there, hadn't you?" she said. "I'd like you to think about what I've said today, and maybe we can find a reason to keep you here..." she smiled wider as her foot rubbed his thigh, moving up his leg towards his crotch.
Suddenly Sophie the secretary opened the door, making Sam jump. At the same time, hidden from the Sophie's view, Casey slid her foot up and pressed against his hard on.
"Excuse me miss, the meeting is starting in 5 minutes." She said. Casey nodded, her foot rubbing his hard cock through his pants vigorously. Sam could feel her toes sliding up and down his shaft, like she was trying to make him cum in his pants.
"Have the contractors wait in the outer room, I'll see them when I'm ready," she said, still playing with his cock as she turned to face the secretary. "Did you talk to the manager of that little failing company?"
She nodded. "SkyCo, yes, they said they'd be willing to negotiate..."
"I'm sure you've put it all together for me," said Casey, waving her hand. "I'll do the deal making. Please make some coffees for the contractors and leave the business to me." Sophie left with a stiff back, leaving the door open for Sam, who stood up slowly, trying to hide his erection as he went to leave.
"Oh, Sam?" called Casey. Sam turned back, his mouth dropping as she rotated her office chair towards him, spreading her legs to show off her wet panties, smiling knowingly at him.
"Don't be a stranger. My door's always open..."
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Over the next week Sam stayed out of sight whenever Casey walked around the workplace. He didn't know what to do. His boss was a smoking hot temptress with big soft tits, long legs and a wet special place for him, but amazingly it wasn't her he found himself thinking about. That first night he fell asleep with the memory of Jenny's soft thigh under his fingertips.
The next day at lunch she didn't say anything about what had happened last time. But when they sat down behind the van like usual she sat a little closer, taking his hand and resting it on her thigh, just below the leg of her shorts.
At first he didn't know what to do, since he was so surprised at her actions. She started chatting normally, as though it was natural, and he quickly found himself rubbing up and down her leg again as they talked. The only time she stopped him was when his hand strayed too far towards her crotch, or if it slid down to her inner thigh too often. She kept giving him a seductive smile whenever they locked eyes, and he would keep rubbing her thigh some more. And when the buzzer sounded that it was time to go back to work, she would squeeze his hand lightly in hers and smile, then duck back into the van without another word.
It had been three days of this before Sam got up the courage to push things between them. As they sat down for lunch Jenny took his hand and guided it to her thigh as usual, but instead of leaving it there he took it off. She looked at him, unsure as he moved a little closer and rested his hand up on the leg of her jean shorts. Slowly he started to rub her leg, letting his fingers drift up to her hip and all the way down to the leg of her shorts. As she watched him quietly he slipped his fingers up into the leg of her shorts.
Gasping, Jenny gripped his wrist but he didn't let her pull him away. He took her hand in his other hand and lifted her off, slowly sliding his hand around her soft upper thigh. His fingers moved down towards her crotch slowly and drew back again, repeating this until he finally pushed them all the way down to her crotch, feeling her panties. She moaned as he did this and went to pull him out again, but he didn't let her. She tugged insistently on his wrist and, thinking she was too uncomfortable, reluctantly slid his hand out.
"Jenny, I'm sorry I..." he stopped as she pressed a finger to his lips, turning away and undoing the top button of her jeans. Shuffling round, he put his legs on either side of the bench as she sat facing the same way as him, sliding back to rest against his chest, guiding his hand down to her pants. He pulled the zipper down and felt the softness of her panties again, rubbing his fingers over her.
Jenny moaned, leaning back against him with her head tilted slightly, her breath coming in shallow pants as his hand rubbed her crotch. Feeling braver, he slipped one finger into the waistband of her underwear and when she didn't object he started pulling down on them, reaching for her wet, hot lips...
Buzzzzzz. Jenny's eyes shot open and she stood up quickly, a blush spreading all the way across her face as she did her shorts up. She turned to go as usual when Sam caught her hand, making her stop. She turned to him and he leaned forward to kiss her hand lightly, his tongue suddenly flicking out over her fingertips, like he was licking her clit. Jenny blushed more but squeezed his hand tightly, smiling as she left.
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The next day Sam had a plan in mind. He winked conspiratorially at Jenny during the morning coffee break, and she winked back. For all her shyness she apparently had enjoyed their exploration yesterday, and it was going to continue.
After avoiding Casey all day, the lunchtime buzzer sounded at last. When he had finished his food Sam went looking for Jenny behind the van. She was standing there, hands behind her back, looking timid as a child. He smiled at her innocence and patted the bench lightly, straddling it as before. With slow steps she walked over and sat down, undoing her top button again as he reached around her body.
As his hand felt her zipper, Sam kissed along her neck and heard her murmur happily in front of him, working her pants down a little to help his roaming hand. He could feel her wetness spreading already as his fingers probed her panties, tugging on the rim and slipping a finger in. Jenny didn't argue any more, instead she spread her legs slightly, and with a moan of joy he found her hot, wet pussy, his fingers slipping across her juicy folds.
Sam's free hand slid up her body to her chest, cupping her breast through her tank top lightly and massaging it. With agonizing slowness she took his hand in hers and guided it up under her top, over her tight belly and up towards her bra, sighing as he felt her soft skin. He worked his fingers over her folds and up to her clit, circling it as his other hand pulled down on her bra cup, releasing one of her gorgeous tits.
Jenny's eyes shot open as Sam's fingers found her nipple, hard and ready, playing with it lightly as his other hand moved back down to her folds. She gripped the bench with both hands to keep from shivering under this double assault on her private parts. Her breasts were somewhat small, but Sam cupped one neatly in the palm of his hand and rubbed it, marveling at how perky her nipples were.
In no time Jenny was trembling from his fingers playing with her, and she lowered her hand to rub her clit as he slid his hand up and down her folds. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as he licked her neck tenderly, sending shivers down her spine. Sam could tell she was enjoying every minute of this and with a swift slide his finger entered her pussy.
"Aahhh!!!" Jenny gasped, sitting bolt upright and gripping his wrist tightly. Sam felt her walls tense around him and suddenly he was deep inside her, his fingers coated in her juices. Jenny shook her head.
"Please Sam, no! I...I've never had..." she stammered, and he realized he must have been the first one to touch her like this. He slipped his fingers back out of her and kissed her neck.
"I'm sorry, Jen...have you never had...had a guy touch..." she shook her head, looking over her shoulder at him.
"They've touched my clit and folds, but never...inside me," she said, trembling in his arms. He looked into her eyes and without a word slowly slid a finger back inside her, feeling her tense up again but relaxing as he kissed her neck more. Her hand dropped to his crotch and felt the massive hard on in his pants, gasping at his size.
"Need some help?" she said, giggling in a very non-shy way. She unsnapped his tool belt and let it drop to the ground, tugging on his zipper and slipping her hand inside his pants. Rubbing her pussy and her tits with his hands, Sam moaned as he felt her soft, tiny fingers wrap around his cock, making a fist as she started to pump him.
Jenny leaned back against him more as she stroked his shaft, pulling it out of his pants as his finger slid back and forth inside her virgin entrance. He could feel her breath coming in gasps as his thumb rubbed her clit, bringing her closer to orgasm. Her free hand gripped his wrist and pumped him in and out of her faster, her hand working his cock hard.
Sam could feel himself getting close to cumming, and kissed her neck as he sped up his thrusting, pushing a second finger into her vagina. Jenny was going wild in front of him, moaning and wreathing around like she was possessed, his tongue running up and down her neck to her ear.
"Cum, Jen," he whispered, and without waiting he bit her neck hard, pinching her nipple and pushing his fingers deep inside her. Jenny pushed her hips forward into his hand and squirted her juice all over the bench, wetting his fingers as she climaxed harder than ever before. She squeezed his cock tightly and threw her head to the side as she shook all over, humping his hand roughly.
When she had calmed down, she started to wank him off again, turning around and staring at his cock. He saw her drenched little pussy, her folds dripping with juice, and rubbed it softly as she licked her lips.
Buzzzzzzz. "Fuck!" said Sam. He was so close to cumming, but people were beginning to move. With a sigh Jenny let go of his cock and pulled her panties back in place, shuffling uncomfortably in her wet shorts. She helped him back into his trousers and took his hands, resting them on her breasts.
"It's ok, Sam," she said, looking into his eyes. "I promise this wasn't a one off thing...as long as you use those amazing fingers on me again." She smiled, blushing madly as she walked back around the van to get to work, waving goodbye.
Sam struggled to contain himself as he walked back over to the worksite. Unfortunately when he got to his work area he found Casey standing there, waiting for him. He quickly tried to hide his erection from her. She didn't look very happy.
"I haven't seen you all week," she said, looking at him.
"I...I've just been busy that's all," he replied, trying to focus on getting back to work. As he picked up his gear, Casey walked over, undoing her jacket and taking his hands, pressing them to her breasts. He blushed as she thrust her chest out, holding his hands in place fondling both of her tits. Closing her eyes, she moved to lean against him, rubbing her blouse against his chest as she slid one hand down over his crotch. Her eyes opened and widened as she felt his hardness.
"My, my, needy are you?" she teased, thinking she had gotten him hard just with her tits. She quickly pushed her hand down into his pants and found his cock. Sam tried to protest but she was too quick, starting to jack him off as she undid his belt and took him out fully.
He didn't want her, he knew that, but he was still extremely horny and she was clearly very good at handjobs. In a matter of moments he moaned loudly that he couldn't hold it in. Smirking, Casey lifted her skirt at the front and stroked him faster, gasping as he came messily on her thigh, his warm load splattering against her bare skin. She pulled away from him and licked the cum on her fingers, wiping the rest on a tissue and sliding her skirt back down.
"Mmm...well, that was nice, but I hope you can do better than that, Sam," she said, smirking again as she tucked him into his pants. "I would hate to get rid of such a...hard worker." She moved away quickly as Gavin and Dave walked past, then whispered in his ear.
"My office, tomorrow, just before lunchtime." Then she left, pretending nothing had happened.
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Sam was torn up inside all night over what he had done. He knew it had felt good, but it had also felt wrong; he didn't want Casey, she had just found him with a raging hard on. The guilt tore at him as he slept and in the morning he considered calling in sick. But then he remembered Jenny and knew that if he stood her up now, she'd be distraught.
"You look terrible," she said over the morning coffee break. He nodded and accepted the drink she offered. They were sitting in his work area, but no one else was nearby at the time, so they could have a quiet moment together. She reached out and took his hand, smiling at him.
"I know what'll make you happy," she said. Sam looked up as she licked his finger lightly, undoing her shorts and moving close to him. Without hesitating he slid his hand into her panties, quickly finding her folds and moving his finger in between them. Jenny moaned, reaching down to rub the bump in his pants.
"Ohhhh, but you didn't have any fun yesterday, did you?" she asked, looking embarrassed. He plunged his fingers deep inside her, making her pant with need, but she pulled them out and dropped to her knees, blushing madly.
"Let me help you with that," she said, undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. Jenny stroked him a few times, getting him nice and hard and ready. Then, looking around to make sure no one was nearby, she leant forward and took his cock between her lips, sucking on the head of him softly. Sam gasped with shock as she worked her mouth down on him, sliding lower with each suck. Her hand disappeared for a moment and he heard her start to moan, looking down to see her fingers playing with her clit in her undies.
Her handjob yesterday felt great, but watching Jenny get herself off like this was fantastic. It didn't take him long before he was feeling the need to blow his load. Jenny moaned around his shaft, her free hand gripping the base tightly as she sucked him hard, moving her lips right down him then pulling back, flicking her tongue around his head. She looked up at him and smiled, his cock in her mouth, and started to bob her head up and down him faster, stroking him with her hand as her fingers circled her pussy.
Jenny was moaning loudly around his shaft, sucking him hard and fast as she masturbated. Her hand was rubbing down through her wet folds as she sucked hard on Sam's cock, wanking him off into her mouth. She could feel her own orgasm building so she slid two fingers inside herself, crying out around him as she went over the edge, her eyes closing in pleasure as she wet her panties with juice. She sucked Sam harder and faster as she came, giving him the best blowjob of his life.
Her own moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth but now she heard new ones from above. Struggling to stop her legs from shaking, Jenny deepthroated him and bucked her hips, thrusting against her hand wildly as she started to cum again, and when he couldn't take it anymore Sam stood up, holding her head in his lap and blowing his load in her mouth, her eyes going wide as he pumped his thick cream into her cheeks.
Jenny tried to swallow it all but he came again and she gagged and pulled back, feeling it shoot onto her face and lips, the cum in her mouth spilling out over her chin as she fought to get her breath back from her own orgasms. She sucked on his cock again and took more of his cum in her mouth, managing to keep it all this time as he moaned her name, shaking.
"Ohhhhh Jenny..." he whispered, sitting down again as she softly sucked him, swallowing again and blushing as she tasted cum for the first time. Jenny slowly stroked his shaft, sucking gently as she caught her breath.
"W-wow," she said, looking up at him. "That was...wow..." She slid her fingers out of her shivering pussy and rubbed her folds, wiping Sam's cum off her chin and licking her lips. "I've never done that with...anybody," she said, stroking him lightly, her hand sliding through her own wetness as she swallowed his cream. "I've taken it on my belly and chest once, but...nothing like that." She looked up at him, breathless, smiling at the obvious pleasure on his face. She took her hand out of her panties and pulled her shorts up, cleaning his cock with her tongue and helping him back into his boxers.
As she did Sam's zipper up and brushed her hand over the bulge where his still hard cock was, Jenny stood up and took his hands in hers, embarrassed now about how to move forward. Sam waited patiently for her to say what she wanted, looking down at her.
"Sam...will you come see me again at lunchtime? Please?" she whispered timidly, looking into his eyes.
"Of course I will Jenny...I wouldn't miss it." he said, smiling at her innocence. He squeezed her hands and caressed her cheek, making her blush even more. She let go of his hands and stepped back, looking over her shoulder and blowing him a kiss before she dashed off back to work. Sam felt amazing, and couldn't believe he almost missed out by calling in sick. Of course, it was then that he remembered the reason why he didn't want to be at work today.
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Sophie gave Sam a very strange look as she led him into Casey's office, shutting the door behind her as she left the room. Sam turned to face Casey, but she wasn't looking at him. Her back was turned to him as she stared out the window, her hands clasped behind her back.
"I must say, I was a little disappointed you didn't come to visit earlier this week," she said, not moving. Sam shuffled his feet, trying not to appear nervous. He had to admit the thought had crossed his mind once or twice. If he wanted it she wouldn't have turned him away.
"But there is time, now, to make up for that. Please, have a seat." She turned around and walked over to the desk, hands still behind her back. she wore her blouse and her skirt, with her usual black stockings and heels. Motioning to her chair, the only one in the office today, she walked up to the other side of the desk and waited. Sam sat down.
Smiling, Casey held out a crumpled strip of black fabric. She casually threw it onto the desk and leaned forward on her hands, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.
"Pick them up."
Slowly Sam took the bundle, and as he held them up he saw it was a lacey black g-string with a big wet patch at the front. Looking back at Casey, he watched her nod, crawling up onto the desk and sliding her legs down on either side of the chair.
"That's right...you know why you are here, don't you?" she said seductively, undoing the top button of her blouse as she licked her lips. Sam nodded, his cock getting hard in an instant. Casey smiled hungrily and spread her legs, revealing her bare naked pussy, framed by her black thigh length stockings. Her folds were glistening with wetness and Sam could see she was clean shaven except for a little landing strip of dark brown hair above her clit. He couldn't help but stare, his cock bulging in his trousers.
Casey lowered her hand to her pussy, rubbing her fingers through her folds slowly, getting them dripping wet. She shivered with need, closing her eyes briefly as her desire to fuck him seemed to override her other instincts.
"That's right," she said, ripping the next two buttons on her blouse, revealing her jet black pushup bra, her amazing tits barely covered. "Time to see if you can earn your keep..."
With a small growl she moved off the desk and pushed his chair back against the wall, straddling him and pulling his head into her tits. She smirked as he gasped, reaching down to unsnap his belt for him, then yanking down his zipper before quickly hiking up her skirt. She reached into his shorts and tugged on his cock, feeling a little precum on the tip and smiling.
"Fuck, I need this...come on, get this thing out and take me..." she pleaded, "You're about to get the ride of your life..."
Sam knew the choice he had to make. He could do what all the guys here wanted. He could fuck his boss, who happened to be a sex crazed red head with long legs and gorgeous tits. He would keep his job and get an amazing root at the same time. It would be so easy.
He took out his cock, looking up as Casey moaned with delight, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking his shaft. She arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair, sliding closer to him and pressing the head of his cock against her folds, guiding him in. Sam slid his hands around to grab her ass, ready to pull her hips forward and thrust inside her, but as he looked up at her he could only think of one thing...
Jenny, standing there with him, holding his hands and asking him with the biggest blush on her face to meet her for lunch. He suddenly thought that was strange. Really strange. He always met her for lunch. Why was this day so special that she had to ask him? And why the massive blush over it?
Then it clicked. It was all clear.
"Ohhhh...shit, hurry up...fuck me...!" cried Casey, bucking her hips as she took one of his hands and sucked his fingers, sliding her pussy onto his cock. "Just put it in already and fuck...why do your hands smell funny?" asked Casey. Sam came back to the moment and saw her holding his hand up, a confused look on her face. He knew instantly what she could smell. It was the same hand he had briefly slid into Jenny's underwear, fingering her wet folds before she stopped him that morning.
A moment later Casey realized what it was too. She slowly looked down at him, the rage building in her eyes as she put it all together. She let go of his cock, his head springing up through her folds as she stood up, her skirt bunched around her hips, her breasts pushing out of her blouse.
"You...who have you been with today?!?" she demanded, her stunning sexiness evaporating as jealousy set in. "No girls have come to the site all day! You've been here since this morning! You haven't left and the only break you had was the morning coffee..." then her eyes clouded over with understanding.
Casey turned back to Sam, and he knew it was now or never. The idea of bluffing out of this and screwing her anyway wasn't even a possibility to him. He pulled up his pants and stood up, walking to the door and opening it.
"You...you can't fucking leave me like this!" Casey cried out at him, her knees shaking. "Come back here! Get in here now Sam...!"
But he was already gone.
He rushed out of the office and past Sophie, talking to several clients about future projects, startling the secretary with the level of speed he showed leaving the building.
One quick stop, before they throw me off site, he thought...
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The big food van was closed up, the lunchtime rush over for the day, and the owner off having a smoke. Everyone else was off enjoying their break. None of it really mattered. Sam headed straight round the side of the van, to the secluded bench where it all began.
Jenny was sitting there, arms around her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks as she wept quietly. Slowly, Sam walked up to her and reached down, resting his hands on her knees. She looked up and her eyes widened as she met his. He took her hands and held them up to his lips, shuffling closer on his knees.
"Sorry I'm late," he said, giving her a loving smile.
Before he knew it she was on him, pushing him onto his back and kissing his lips hard, her tears falling onto his cheeks. Sam wrapped his arms around her and held her, marvelling at her soft lips, the intensity in her kiss. Finally she broke the kiss, gasping for air as she smiled down at him.
"I thought you didn't want to come," she said. "I thought maybe you didn't want to get too serious..." she stopped as Sam laid a finger on her lips, smiling up at her.
"I don't know about you, but after the ridiculous build up all week, right now I desperately want to get to know you better," he said, winking at her. "I don't suppose that's why you wanted me to meet you so badly?"
Jenny blushed dark red, biting her lip as she nodded at him. She had taken the plunge and he couldn't be happier.
"Well, shall we strip down right here or do you have somewhere less dirty in mind?" he asked, making her blush more, giggling madly. Getting up, she took his hand and led him to the back of the big van, opening the door and letting him in.
The space was a cramped cooking area, but Jenny had laid several large soft towels down on a small collection of pillows on the floor. Sam squeezed her hand and laughed at her shyness even when they were about to lie together for the first time. He pulled the doors shut and swept her up in his arms, kissing her again as she tugged on his work shirt, pulling it up over his head. He lowered her to the soft bed of pillows and reached for her boots, helping her kick them off her white socked feet. Jenny quickly pulled on the hair tie of her ponytail and her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders as she undid the button and zipper on her pants.
Sam started to unbuckle his tool belt, but Jenny rested her hand on his.
"Leave it on...?" she asked timidly. Smirking at her, Sam fastened his belt again, then pulled his zip down and slid his trousers to his knees, helping her lift her tank top over her head. Jenny had worn a plain red bra with a little lace around the edges, but to him it was stunning. She smiled shyly as his hands slid over her tight tummy and up to her chest, taking a breast in each hand and slowly rubbing them, cupping them in his palms.
"Do you like them?" she asked, and he nodded smiling at her, gently giving her bulges a squeeze before pulling on the cups, but she stopped him.
"Please, I...I'm still a little self conscious," she admitted, looking at him fearfully. Sam just leaned in and kissed her lips, moving his hands down to pull on the waistband of her short shorts. Jenny lay on her back to help him, tugging them down over her hips and down her thighs, discarding them in the pile of clothes. Sam smiled as he saw Jenny's matching red undies, modest but still unbelievably sexy on her.
They were both now in only their underwear and you could almost choke on the sexual tension in the van. Jenny kneeled up, reaching for Sam's boxers and slowly putting her hand inside them, feeling his hardness and biting her lip, taking him out.
"I'd better pay you some attention," she said smoothly, running her hand up and down his cock. She held the base of his shaft as her other hand worked him, staring as if transfixed by his size. A little precum was leaking from the tip and Jenny looked up at him before leaning in and sticking her tongue out, licking him to taste it. Sam moaned as she got bolder, sliding her tongue down his shaft and up again before taking his head in her mouth, sucking softly while she stroked him.
"Ohh baby, if you keep that up I might cum again," he whispered, her hand moving faster up and down him. Jenny just murmured and took more of his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down his length. Sam could feel himself getting close so he gently pushed her off him, taking her hands and lowering her to the floor.
"Now then...time I returned the favour," he said with a grin. Jenny bit her lip as he slipped her panties down her thighs, feeling them peel from her wet pussy reluctantly. When they were past her knees he dropped them, coming to rest around her socks. She parted her legs for him and Sam lay down between her thighs, marvelling at her beautiful pussy.
Jenny was clean shaven and her bright pink lips were smooth and wet. Sam could feel the heat coming off her as he leaned in and gave her a little flick of his tongue, making her gasp. Smiling at her, he slid his tongue into her folds and treated her to a long, dragging lick from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue passing over her entrance as he did so. He repeated this several more times, enjoying the taste of her juices on his lips, before her small delicate hand reached down to stroke her clit, at which point he took her hand and stopped her.
"Ah ah ahhh...naughty girl," he whispered, putting her hand on his cheek. "You're not allowed to do that...it takes the fun out of it for me." He looked into her wide eyes as he slid his lips up her folds to take her clit in his mouth, kissing it and flicking his tongue over her. Jenny shivered with pleasure and laid her head back, her hand gripping his hair tightly as he licked.
Now Sam moved a finger up to slide into her pussy, inching it in very slowly to tease her, then pulling it out and forcing it in faster, getting a rewarding gasp from her. He could feel her walls contracting as he suckled her clit and fingered her pussy, and he started going faster. Jenny's breath came in sharp pants and he knew she was close, so he lowered his lips and slid his tongue inside her entrance. With a tug of his hair and a strangled cry she came on his face, squirting a little all over his lips, her folds shaking madly throughout her orgasm. Sam lapped up her sweet love juice, licking his lips and moaning against her skin, earning another squirt.
As he sat up, Sam was struck by Jenny's true beauty. She lay on her back, shivering with pleasure, her hair a mess on the pillow and her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath after her massive orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, taking his hand and pulling him to meet her, pushing his boxers down his legs and sliding her hands up around his back.
"Sam...I...I've never, you know...had sex before," she mumbled, looking up at him above her. He gave her a warm smile and rested a hand on her thighs, gently spreading her legs as he positioned himself above her. She smiled back, and then sat up a little.
"Oh wait, umm...do you have a condom?" she asked, blushing furiously.
Sam nodded and fumbled with his shorts, retrieving his wallet and getting the rubber out and opening it. He slid it onto his cock and rolled it down, taking Jenny's hand as he moved back on top of her, his tool belt rubbing her belly slightly.
"It's ok, Jenny, I'll be gentle, ok?" he said, holding himself up on his right hand. She nodded, and he ran his other hand up her side as he moved his knees closer to her ass, pressing the head of his cock against her wet clit. Jenny gripped his arm and reached down, guiding him into her folds as he slowly eased himself forward. He could feel her tightness as his head penetrated her but suddenly he was in, sliding all the way to the hilt through her wetness. Jenny gasped, pleasure mixing with a little pain as her lips widened to take him, feeling more full and complete than ever before.
"Ohhh, oh ow..." she murmured, gripping his arms tightly, her toes curling in her socks as she felt a man's penis inside her. Her head was spinning and she closed her eyes as she tried to adjust, but Sam was aching to cum and started slowly pumping her, drawing his cock almost all the way out and sliding it back in again faster. His hips lightly slapped the back of her thighs as she lifted her knees higher, spreading her folds to let him fuck her deeper, her second wave of orgasm already starting to flow towards her.
"Ohh fuck, Jen...you're so warm and tight, it's amazing," he said, gasping as he thrust into her, his hands moving over her breasts as he knelt up a little to pump her harder. She gripped his hands and held them over her tits, cupping them and pulling a little of her bra down to reveal her hard pink nipples, feeling him pinch them lightly. Jenny moaned as he pummelled her with his cock, driving deep inside her and leaning forward again, kissing her lips. She reached out and gripped his tool belt, pulling him into her with every thrust.
"Mmm, oh baby, yeah...fuck me Sam, fuck me hard," she panted, feeling him grip her sides tightly as his lips slid down over her erect nipple, tonguing it madly, making her cry out as he started to thrust faster. Sam was groaning loudly and Jenny could feel the van rocking from their motions, the slap of her asscheeks as he pounded her tight virgin pussy. She couldn't hold herself back much longer and with a cry she threw her hand out, gripping the blankets tightly as she came again, squirting all over his crotch.
Sam felt Jenny's cum spray onto his cock and thrust even deeper, feeling his own release boiling up inside him. He leant over her and fucked her hard, his arms sliding around her back as he kissed her neck.
"Ohh fuck yeah Jen, I'm going to cum...oh baby...oh god...ah! Shit, wait!" he cried, trying to pull out of her as he felt a rip down below, but Jenny threw her arms around him and squeezed her thighs together, another wave of hot pleasure washing over her as his cock erupted deep inside her pussy. Jenny felt her lover's warm seed pump into her folds as she moaned, her eyes closed and her head spinning with the most earth-shaking orgasm of her life.
Sam's back arched and he quickly pulled her slender figure closer to him, his whole body stiffening as he came long and hard. His moans were full of pleasure in her ears, his breath on her neck sending tingles through her, though she hardly felt it. To Jenny there was only him and his hard, pulsing member, filling her like no man ever could hope to do.
They lay that way for what felt like years, but must have only been minutes, Sam's cock slowly starting to go soft, the last of his love cream shooting into her. With a groan he eased out of her, the feeling of his long shaft slipping from her lips making Jenny shiver uncomfortably. He lay down beside her in their love nest, her hand sliding into his and giving him a squeeze.
"The condom broke." she said, looking up at the roof of the van. "Didn't it." She already knew. The evidence was planted warmly inside her. She could feel a little moving around as her folds shivered from her last orgasm.
"I'm so sorry, Jenny," Sam said, turning to look at her. "I tried to pull out, to tell you..."
"Shh," she whispered, putting a finger to his lips before leaning in and kissing them, lifting his hand up and holding it in both of hers. "I could feel it...it was amazing." She smiled, kissing his palm. "Have you ever, you know...shot inside a girl before?" He shook his head.
"No, I've always had a condom...I can't believe we did that," he said, still panting from the effort, his voice a little shaky. Jenny held his hands to her lips and kissed them both, looking into his eyes.
"It's alright, really...please, it was perfect, just perfect..." she murmured, slowly shuffling up to his side as he lay back, his arm going around her shoulders, her socks rubbing his leg. Sam helped her breasts back into her bra and she smiled, kissing his neck and circling her finger around his chest.
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Casey sat in her chair, her breasts still out, fuming as she heard a knock at the door.
"I don't want to be disturbed!" she yelled, but the door opened and Jackie Boy walked in, shutting the door and unzipping his fly, grinning stupidly.
Casey stared at him for a moment, then growled and pulled her panties down.
Outside, Casey's secretary quickly led the representative from SkyCo away from the inner office as her finely tuned ears heard the sound of grunts and several foul words, along with the heavy creaking of a desk, floating through the air.
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"I'm probably fired, you know," Sam said to Jenny as they pulled their clothes on. He had told her briefly what happened earlier that day. Jenny took his hand. She knew what he meant, a new reason to be worried that he now didn't have a job...
"What happens, happens," she said. "I, I can take the after pill, and...but no matter what we will work things out." Sam nodded, lost in his thoughts.
"I just know how hard it might be to get a good paying job...and what if you are, I mean...we are..." he trailed off. She just shrugged.
"Can you cook? We could always use a new chef in the van," she said cheekily, grinning at him. He laughed and stroked her cheek, thinking that no matter what he would find a way to be happy.
As it turns out, he didn't get fired, because his new boss, Miss Sophie Page, knew how to treat people properly after years of secretary duty. Casey disappeared after she was let go for inappropriate behaviour. Well, that's what you get when you scream at someone for cumming too quickly in an office. It seems the higher-ups frown on that sort of thing with clients in the same building.
Nonetheless, the merge with SkyCo – Sophie's work all the way – went off smoothly and won her the new position. Her first act was to see to it that Jackie Boy started looking for work elsewhere. After a few weeks things were looking a lot better, now that they had a manager who spent more time working hard and less time flirting and showing off her tits. Sam finished his apprenticeship and when Sophie offered him the spare position he took it gladly, receiving a nice pay rise and a pat on the back from his new boss.
Sam and Jenny still saw each other every day at lunchtime. Most days they spent it talking and just enjoying each other's company, choosing to keep their busy sex life confined to the new apartment they could now afford to share in the city.
But every now and then, when the boss was off having a smoke...