0 comments/ 47575 views/ 0 favorites The Young Innocent Intern Ch. 1 By: JamieTurbid I've had a number of experiences both as an exhibitionist and a voyeur dating back to my adolescence, but perhaps the most memorable occurred when I was in graduate school. I was a research assistant at a large university. Due to the nature of my research, I had a laboratory I was responsible for and a large office to myself. Since I was a student of the sciences, most of the women graduate students were pretty plain, and one was a he/she; we weren't 100 percent sure that this 200 pound human was truly a woman. Therefore, you can imagine my pleasure when a summer intern was brought in that was young, cute, colorful, energetic, and friendly. Unfortunately, Rachael was also the daughter of one of my advisory professors. Due to the substantial difference in our ages and the fact that her father (who had an office down the hall from me) could easily ruin my academic career if he wanted, I played it very, very cool with her. Over the course of the summer we kind of hit it off. She would come into my office two to three times a day to eat lunch or to shoot the breeze. I really enjoyed her company; she was so youthful, open, fun to be around, and we had great conversations. Had it not been for the very real threat posed by her father, I would have made advances toward her. One day I was sitting at my desk reading a scientific journal. I had my leg up on the file drawer, and I was mindlessly touching my crotch area, which could be easily accessed up the leg of my shorts. Eventually I got a hard on, which I continued to casually stroke, first through my underwear, then directly after pulling the leg of my underwear up over my penis and testicles. I was getting really turned on, especially because I was doing this with my office door open (I was facing away from the door entrance). As I was reading and casually stroking my hard on, Rachael walked in. Having anticipated such an occurrence, I simply dropped my leg from the file drawer and all was hidden. Fifteen minutes later when the visit was concluded, I resumed my prior activities. Eventually I adjusted my underwear and went back to my reading in earnest. As I was reading, my mind drifted and I started fantasizing about exposing myself to young, innocent Rachael. I decided to give her a brief flash of my genitals the next time she came in to talk. My plan was to pretend to be oblivious to my exposure and to check out her reaction. I adjusted my shorts and genitals so that when she came in and sat in her usual position by the window that she would get an unobstructed view. When she finally came in, I pretended to be absorbed in the article I was reading and asked her to wait until I finished the paragraph I was reading. She wandered over to the seat, sat down, and glanced up the leg of my shorts. As soon as she did, I promptly, but casually put down my article, took my leg off the file drawer , and began a conversation with her as if nothing had happened. During our conversation she would look down at my pant leg every time I shifted my position. Once or twice I let her catch an instantaneous glimpse, but I had gotten my thrill and had found out what I wanted to know. From then on Rachael's visits became more frequent, and she would always be looking to catch a glimpse. I tried to restrain myself, but I was starting to think more and more about Rachael and fantasizing about giving her what she wanted, despite the potential danger. One morning I finally gave in to temptation. I adjusted the room, my underwear, my position and my genitals and waited for her arrival. When she came in I once again asked her to wait while I finished the paragraph. She sat down in her usual position and got a long, complete, unobstructed eyeful. When I "finished the paragraph", or had sufficiently enjoyed the thrill, I put the journal down, but did not shift my position. Rachael's unexpected reaction was to point to my crotch area with a sly smile on her face and say "nice." I immediately changed my position, mumbled something about being out of laundry, and pretended to be embarrassed. Unexpectedly, she said that she enjoyed it and asked if she could see it some more. I refused, but she would not take no for an answer. She started to slide her hand up the inside of my thigh toward my crotch, but I resisted by moving away from my desk and looked out the window. Undaunted, she reached around my body and started to caress my crotch through my shorts. All my planning had not included this contingency. I don't know where I found the resolve, but I pulled away and nothing further happened… that day (but that's another story). The Young Innocent Intern Ch. 2 After the incident I described in "The Innocent Young Intern", there was a lot of sexual tension between Rachael and me. Her flirtations were virtually non-stop; she kept asking for a peek, or she would purposely rub against me or try to fondle my crotch. This was a predicament that I never expected to be in. She was lusting after me and I was very concerned that her influential father would make problems for me if he found out I was sexually intimate with his daughter. A few weeks later Rachael and I were working in the laboratory together and we were having a prolonged debate over whether to throw some samples away. I predicted that the professor would want them saved, and she said that he wouldn't. We decided to bet on his decision. The bet was that the loser would have to strip and stand naked in front of the other person for five minutes. I was so certain of the outcome that I would have bet the ranch. Sure enough, the decision was to refrigerate and save the samples. Rachael turned 10 shades of red and acknowledged that she lost the wager, but there was never any discussion about when she would honor the bet. In fact, I told her that she didn't have to do it. About two weeks later Rachael walked into my office with a sly smile on her face, shut the door, and announced that she was prepared to comply with the terms of the bet. She stood about five feet away and slowly unbuttoned and removed her sleeveless white linen blouse, revealing a very simple, white lace bra. Her breasts were small and the outline of her nipples could be seen through the thin fabric. Next she slowly undid her jean shorts, slid them over her shapely thighs, and let them fall to the floor. She was wearing skimpy panties that were cut high up her thighs and barely covered her pubic hair. Rachael was stunning and surprisingly poised standing there half naked looking straight at me. She was about 5'2", had long brown hair, weighed about 95 lbs, and had a figure I'd estimate to be 34B-24-35. Next she undid and slipped off her bra to display small, firm freckled breasts with small, reddish-pink nipples. Without hesitating she slipped off her panties and let them fall to the floor. She didn't have much pubic hair and I could clearly see the lips of her pussy. I was incredibly aroused and could not take my eyes off her. Since she still had a couple of minutes to go, I told her to slowly turn around, which she did. She had the most fantastic ass, which I wanted to cup in my hands. I then asked her to bend down and touch her toes, which gave me a nice view of her pussy. To her credit, she modeled naked for the full five minutes and when her time was up, she casually put on her clothes, and said that it was my turn. Clearly, this was not part of the agreement, but I was well beyond the point of being able to control myself. I had a massive erection, which was uncomfortably bunched up in my jeans. Nevertheless, I resisted her pleading for a short while. Finally, I stood up and told her she could look, but insisted that she would have to do all the work. Rachael came over and unbuckled my belt, unzipped my pants, and pulled out on the waistband of my underpants until my erect cock sprang free. She kind of gasped when she saw it and asked if it was okay if she touched it. She tentatively grasped a hold of it and gently ran her hand down its length to my balls. Then she slid her hand back up and caressed the swollen head of my cock between her fingers. Rachael continued to caress and stroke my hard on for another few minutes until a small droplet of precum came out of the top. This seemed to fascinate her and she slid the slippery liquid around on the head of my cock and between her fingers. After a few more minutes of playful fondling, Rachael said she was going to put it away, so I told her to kiss it goodbye, which she did with no hesitation. From that day on Rachael often asked to look at and touch my penis when she and I were alone. The practice became so common and dangerous that I would flash her, even when other people might be around and catch us. Everyone perceived her as being such a young and innocent girl, but she was actually a confident, flirtatious, colorful, sexy woman. For example, one day she waltzed in to my office and asked if I wanted to feel her hymen. She proceeded to lift he skirt, take down her panties and guide my finger in to her moist vagina. I must have spent two minutes probing around inside her with my finger. She would say, "There, did you feel that...there, how about that?" I'd nod and say, "I think so." Actually, I don't think I did, but I was enjoying myself immensely. As I said before, she was a fun person to be around. As you might suspect, it wasn't long before we became even more intimate. The first time we made love was equally spontaneous. Shortly after a lunchtime mutual grope in my office, she invited me into her father's office where, we had sex leaning over her father's desk. To this day I remember how beautifully our bodies fit as we hastily fulfilled our sexual destinies.