0 comments/ 62610 views/ 37 favorites Perks By: kate_tea I think it was something about the way she looked when she drove her truck. I'm not going to lie and say that it wasn't also her strong shoulders, the way she exuded confidence or the way she made butterflies flutter in my stomach at the mere mention of her name, but it was definitely the sexy way she looked when she drove her truck that first made me look twice. Working at a farm stand isn't perk-free. You get to be outside for most of the day, there's no greasy fast food smell hanging on your skin that's pretty much a given if you work at a fast food chain like my best friend, Toni, or whiny kids and even whinier parents you find at the local pool where my other best friend, Chris, works. Sure, sometimes you get uppity yuppies rolling in from the suburbs who want to impress you with their knowledge of pesticides and "country living" but for the most part, you see the same faces week to week and mostly, they're happy to see you and whatever's been hauled into the stand. Hauling isn't really part of my job description, but I do my fair share of it. That and making sure everything in the stand is clean, making change and keeping an eye on the kids who are "just looking" to stick a few apples into their pockets or a couple of pints of berries into their backpacks. But for the most part, like I said, everyone is pretty cool. I get to bring home a lot of good stuff for free, plus Maude, one of the owners, makes amazing lunches for the hands and there's always enough for me, too. Plus when it's slow, I can sit outside and work on my tan. But free cornbread and chili got nothing on the perk of getting to see Her every Sunday morning. I can't think of a better way to start the week. She rolls up in an old black pickup, throws open the door and the first things you get to see are those boots. I can't say that I ever really paid that much attention to a woman's shoes before, I mean, other than the cute sandals that have me asking the owner's where they got them. They're just old work boots, I'm sure I've seen a thousand pairs by now, but on her, there's something about them. Maybe it's that they're always moving. She strolls through the stand, eyeing everything, sizing it all up. She always loads up on vegetables, tossing cucumbers and squash back and forth between her calloused hands. When I'm adding up her total, she leans against the counter and at least one of those boots is tapping or kicking or shuffling along the floor. Not like when I'm bagging up her lettuce and radishes I'm honestly paying that much attention to her feet. Mostly I stare at those calloused hands, which are sometimes more caked with dirt than not but her fingernails are always perfectly clean. You could eat off them, a thought that has crossed my mind more than once and invariably while she's towering over me, that half smile playing at her lips. Her lips are another part of her I can't stop staring at and she can't seem to stop moving. She's always chewing on a toothpick, letting it just dangle off to the side, or a hangnail, which I guess makes it a good thing she keeps her nails so clean! I always duck my head and look away, but sometimes I think she has to know I can barely keep myself from drooling. Drooling is pretty much all my mouth is capable of doing when she's around. I turn into a complete idiot. A simple comment from her on the weather or how great the tomatoes look is all it takes to make my knees weak. Sometimes she'll turn back and give me a wink before hopping back into her truck and that's when I think I could just lie down and die on the dirt floor. Then she strides back up into that truck, starts it up with a rumble and is off for another week. One of these days, I have to get up the nerve to say something to her... "I've really been looking forward to the raspberries, I'm glad they're finally in. They look great." "...Yeah...Great...Raspberries are great." Super. Once again, my wit and charm have come just when I need them. Add that real slick response to the fact that she totally caught me staring at her as she loaded a bag of corn on the cob. And what did she do? Just turned back, stared right back and cocked an eyebrow. I, of course, turned redder than the beets I was arranging. She just smirks again and pops one into her mouth. "They are pretty great. Have you tried them?" I nod. "That's one of the perks, you know...Working here." Not my favorite perk, of course, but I don't say that. "Cathy runs a pretty tight ship, I'm surprised she doesn't dock your pay." She nods at Cathy, who's busy refilling the bin of corn. "Morning, Cath." "Naw, I just make them chat with the rowdy locals," Cathy replies, with a grin. "Morning, Trey." "Well, you just have to try and not get caught," I say. "These are paid for so you won't get in trouble," she says, picking one out of her container and holding it out to me. I start to reach out to take it, but she just keeps lifting it until it's level with my lips. "You haven't paid yet," I stammer. "I won't tell if you don't." I part my lips and she slips the berry into my mouth, her thumb resting for a just a second longer than necessary on my bottom lip. Without missing a beat, she brings her thumb up to her own mouth, sucks on it and says, "Yeah, they're good this week." I feel faint but somehow my mouth manages to get something out. "I'd say they're good every week." I blush even brighter, realizing how this must sound. "But I've only had them Sunday mornings. I wonder how they are other days of the week, like say, Friday night." I swallow around the lump in my throat. "Most things are better Friday nights." She laughs. "An excellent point. What about around 7? I've got all these that I bet I'll need help finishing off." "They can't be that good if you've still got them Friday night," Cathy jokes, sliding up to the counter to ring up the small group clearly on their way home from early morning mass. I blush and start to mutter an apology to Cathy about the line but Trey cuts me off, her voice low, "I'd have to say you're worth saving them for. Pick you up at 7?" I barely manage to nod. "I live right over on State Street, above the Laundromat." "That's convenient." She nods at the counter in front of us. "So what do I owe you?" "Oh...Uh, I uh..." I try in vain to quickly add up her purchases, put everything into bags and not notice the way she's looking at me. "Eleven-fifty." She hands me a twenty and waits patiently as I count back her change. "See you at Friday." I nod. "Ok." I don't realize I'm holding my breath until Cathy elbows me and says, "How about you roll that tongue back in and bag some of those turnips for Mrs. Morris?" I glance at her, ready with apologies and promises to not let it happen again, but she just shakes her head and chuckles. "So what are you going to wear on this big date?" Mrs. Morris asks me, sliding over her stack of vegetables. I laugh and grab a bag from under the counter. * Of course, what to wear is a serious concern that involves the trying on of at least ten outfits. It doesn't help that I have no idea what we're doing, though I have my own ideas, which lead to a very careful shaving of everything. Chris' banging on the bathroom door is the only thing that gets me to stop fussing over my eye shadow. "Anna! You've been in there over an hour! I've gotta take a leak!" "Ok, ok!" I throw open the door. She pushes past me and yanks down her pants. "Seriously, if you mess around any longer, your eyes are going to fall out." I roll my eyes. "I'm sure Marji spends just as long and from what I hear, you could stare into her eyes all night." I turn to her and bat my eyes. She swats me in the ass with a copy of Sports Illustrated that she's brought in with her and shakes her head. "I swear, you all get together and it's just yak yak yak." I finish washing my hands and flick the water at her before running out of the room and slamming the door behind me. "Anna Banana, you know it's five to seven, right?" Toni yells to me from the living room. "Shit!" I run into my room and grab my purse. I pause before the full-length mirror. It's been warm all week, so I settled on a denim skirt and a black tank top with a white button up over it. I slip on a pair of red heels and am doing a last minute check on my mascara when I hear the bell ring. I stand by the door, my hand hovering on the doorknob. I can hear Trey and Toni talking, but I can't make out what they're saying. I hear Toni's footsteps down the hall and I fling open the door, leaving her with her arm up, just about to knock. "Trey's here." "I know," I whisper. "She's cute!" "I know!" "You nervous?" I shake my head but I'm sure my face says it all because Toni just laughs. "You'll be fine. Now get your ass out there, girl, and get going!" I nod and take a deep breath and then slip past her and head out to the living room. "Hi." She stands when I enter the room and offers me a bouquet of sunflowers. "These are for you." "Thank you," I say. Toni, the best friend that she is, reappears with a vase full of water. Taking the flowers from me, she gives me a little jab with her elbow towards Trey. "Have fun!" she says brightly. "Thanks," Trey says, offering her hand. "It was great to meet you, Toni." "You, too, Trey. Hope to see you again soon," she adds, giving me a Look. I open the door and feel Trey's hand rest on my lower back, which just about makes me lose my balance. "Your roommate is nice," she says when we're out of earshot of the apartment. I nod. "I have two, actually. But Chris is in the bathroom." Oh god, why did I say that. But Trey doesn't seem to notice and steps past me to open the door for me, something I have always loved. "You look beautiful." "Thank you. You do, too. I mean...Um...You look...You look nice." Trey just laughs. "I try." She holds open the door to her truck for me, too, and I try not to flash her my thong and get into the truck without incident. She rests a hand for just a second on my knee before closing the door. If I thought watching her drive her truck from inside the farm stand was incredible, then I don't even know what to say about getting to watch her up close. She steers with only her right hand, leaning back casually, almost like a movie star with her sunglasses, comfortably nodding along with the music. At this point, I don't care where we go; I think that I could just watch her drive all night. "I hope you're hungry," she says, flicking on her blinker and slowing to make the turn. I nod. "And I hope you like grilled veggies." I nod again. She laughs. "I figured, since you work at the stand, but I guess that could just be your job. I figured since it's so nice out we could just do a cookout." "That sounds great." My nervousness is battling my excitement at getting to see where Trey lives. I've heard her say she just bought a house. She makes the short drive out of town and we turn onto a gravel road. We talk about music, (we both like the Indigo Girls and she likes rock and Melissa Etheridge while I'm more into folk rock and Ani DiFranco), and movies (we both like action but not sci fi). She pulls up next to an old farmhouse that looks like it's in the process of being redone. She gets out and comes around to get my door for me. "Careful of the driveway...I'm in the process of redoing everything." The image of her atop the tall ladder that's leaning against the house, swinging a hammer, whistling like she sometimes does at the stand, tan and slightly sweaty jumps into my mind. I know one time she came directly from the hardware store and was wearing shorts and just the half-foot of her legs between those boots and her long men's shorts nearly made me charge a customer $555for a $5 bag of cucumbers. I give my head a slight shake and try to smile. As if reading my mind, she tips her head at me. "Everything ok?" I stop mid-nod as her hand comes to rest on my low back, which has always been one of my more sensitive areas. That and the back of my neck. A few kisses in either of those places and I'm done. She leads me around the house to the back, which has an outdoor table that's been set for two, complete with candles and a bottle of wine. "This is so nice," I say, setting my purse down and settling into my chair, which she pushes in for me. "Thanks," she says. "I'll be right back." She heads into the house and soon reappears with a tray of colorful kabobs. "I didn't know if you were a vegetarian, so I figured I'd just play it safe and do veggies and tofu." "I'm not, but that's fine." "I'm not, either," she says, heading over to the grill. "It was nice of you to think of it," I add. She grins. "I try." Dinner is perfect. At first I'm a little nervous, but soon she has me laughing at her stories about various mishaps fixing up the house and she listens so intently when I answer her questions about me. Our hands brush against each other's a few times while we're loading up our plates and each touch gives me goose bumps. The wine also helps get me relaxed and after we've finished eating, we go inside. She leads me through a large kitchen and dining room and into the living room, where I curl up on the couch. "I'll be right back," she says. She returns with a plate of chocolate and fruit and settles next to me. "You saved the raspberries," I say with a smile. She shrugs, picking one up. "I told you I would." This time, it's her finger that she runs along my lips. I sigh, part my lips and she slips the cold fruit teasingly just barely inside my mouth and then removes her finger and replaces it with her mouth. Her lips are warm and her tongue pushes the raspberry deeper into my mouth then brushes gently against my tongue before she pulls back. "How is it?" she whispers. "I think I need another just to be sure." She grins, picks up another and drags it slowly across my bottom lip before popping it into her mouth and bringing her lips to mine again. The kiss is tart from the raspberry but sweet from the wine. This time when she pulls back, I lean in a little, capture her lips again and I feel her tongue slip back into my mouth. At first the kiss is slow, careful, tentative, her tongue gently sweeping against my lips, curling in my mouth and pulling me closer to her. I sigh into her mouth, which causes her to press harder, push her tongue deeper into my mouth. I feel her hand on the inside of my thigh, slowly making its way up under my skirt. Her fingers are slowly making their way up higher and higher towards my thong, which is getting wetter and wetter as her tongue continues its gentle dance in my mouth. I feel one finger just barely brush against the lacy material, causing me to let out a little gasp. The finger retreats and I must have pushed back against it, though I can't be sure what I'm doing at this point. My entire body is on fire. Her tongue is now licking along my lips, but she keeps pulling back just a little when I try to kiss her back, leaving me desperate for her mouth. Meanwhile her other hand is gently brushing against the edge of the front of my tank top, since my button up was lost after the second glass of wine. I can feel her thumb teasing along the edge of the material, never dipping below the top of the shirt. And then that one finger brushing against the front of my thong and I'm just about to go crazy. I press again down but her finger is nowhere to be found. "I think maybe we should move this party upstairs," she whispers into my lips. At this point, I'm willing to agree to move this party to China, and barely make out a breathy, "Ok." She stands up and helps me to my feet. Taking my hand she leads me up the stairs and into her bedroom, which has candles flickering on the dresser and for a second, I wonder about this and how well she has this evening planned but at that point I couldn't care less. She pulls me into her arms and starts nibbling down my neck, pausing only to pull off my tank top. I feel her fingers working on the buttons of my skirt and within seconds, she's also managed to slip that off. She continues teasing my neck, pressing into me and step by step, I back up until the backs of my knees hit the bed. Carefully she keeps leaning until we fall onto the bed, her knee landing perfectly between my legs. I press up against it, getting desperate for some direct contact on my pussy. Apparently she has her own ideas, though, because she removes her knee and begins slowly kissing down my neck, around my collarbone and around the edge of my bra. I begin trying to get her clothes off, but my current position has me at a distinct disadvantage. I manage to pull on her button-down enough so that she finally pauses to pull away from me and slip it off. While she's doing this, I take the opportunity to sit up and set to work on her belt buckle. She laughs and quickly discards her shirt, pushes my hands away and presses me back down on the bed. "What do you think you're doing?" Her voice is warm on my ear as she nibbles my earlobe. "Trying to get your pants off," I reply breathily. "And why would you want to do something like that?" By this point, my fingers are curling under her t-shirt, trying to get that off, too. She chuckles. "You just want to get all my clothes off, huh?" "All mine are off," I point out. "Not all of them." "All the good ones." "Oh, I wouldn't say that." But she pulls off her t-shirt, revealing incredible arms that up until this point I have only been able to admire from the elbow down, and perfect six-pack abs. She is still wearing a sports bra, but I am too distracted for the moment to try to get that off. I run my fingers up and down her abs, kissing the parts that my fingers aren't busy with. "Happy now?" I nod but I've already made my way back up to that damn sports bra and am just about to start pulling it off when she gently gathers my fingers and slips hers between them. She presses me back down on the bed, our fingers still interlocked and now above our heads. She presses them just hard enough onto the bed. "I think we're even now." I start to shake my head and point out that she still has her jeans on but she cuts me off with her lips. This time her kiss is more direct, her tongue dips in and out of my mouth, deeper and deeper. Her hips are thrusting down into mine to the same rhythm set by her tongue. Slowly she pulls her mouth away from mine and brings it down to my neck, to my collarbone and then lower. She kisses my breasts around my bra and then begins to gently nip and pull the material down until one of my nipples appears over the top. She has by this point also slipped her index finger into my mouth and is sliding it around, moving it in and out just as she had been doing with her tongue. She gently bends and pulls her finger down so that I'm looking down into her eyes. Not breaking eye contact, she sticks out the tip of her tongue and barely brushes it against my nipple. I gasp and bite down on her finger. Still keeping my eyes on her, she pulls my nipple into her mouth and sucks gently. I let out another gasp. Her other hand has pulled my other nipple out and is rolling and pulling on it. Her finger slides from my mouth and I feel her eyelashes flutter against my skin. The finger that was in my mouth is now making its slow way down my side and to the edge of my thong. I feel my bra being pulled away and hear it hit the floor as her mouth sucks harder on my nipple before she switches over to the other. Both hands are now gently running along the edge of my thong and her lips are making their way down my chest and over my stomach. I glance down to see her pulling at my thong with her teeth, then her hands come up and she pulls it down excruciatingly slowly off my legs and tosses it to the floor. I hear her let out a sigh. Perks at Work Peter pushed his sunglasses up onto his head as he walked into the lobby of the old hotel. The cooler temperature greeted him along with strains of soft music. He glanced around as his eyes adjusted to the dim interior and smiled. This was not one of those big chains that slapped up hostels left and right, throwing cheap art on thin walls covered in impossibly busy paper. This place had weathered time, and done so with a reserved dignity. The wooden walls gleamed softly in the dim lighting and the smell of polishing oil mingled with the sweet scents emanating from the large vases of cut flowers. "May I help you, Sir?" He swung towards the reservations desk, laptop securely tucked under his arm in its padded carrying case, amused to see a large ledger and fountain pen dominating the counter. He walked over, extending his hand and introducing himself as the man that was going to help the hotel move into the 21st century. (drag them there kicking and screaming if he was judging the expression on the older man's face correctly) "I see." came the dry reply, the man behind the desk running his palms over the glossy countertop almost protectively. Peter smiled, sensing it was time to try to make some friends here. "I'll certainly suggest that we make sure all the electronics are fitted to the insides of the existing furnishings here. We certainly don't want to ruin the ambiance with a lot of flashing plastic boxes and dangling cords." That seemed to take some of the starch out of the old geezer, but he certainly wasn't going to be won over that quickly. "Yes well, I'm sure you do whatever it is you do quite well, young man, but this establishment offers a myriad of amenities and accoutrements to a wide variety of guests and I simply don't believe your fancy plastic boxes, as you put it, are going to distinguish well between them, nor provide them with the individual attention and service they have come to expect from their stays with us." Peter nodded patiently, acknowledging the man's concerns. Change was always difficult. His mere presence was stressful and sometimes even viewed as an affront to the employees of any given business. All he could do was try to come up with a system that worked for the client. He paused before replying. "Actually, with your help, I plan to list each service and keep a record of usage so that not only will each room be billed properly, but their needs can be anticipated for any future stays. That seemed to set the old man aback a little. No doubt it was dawning on him that it would no longer be his sole responsibility to make sure there was fresh liver available for Mrs. Smythe's precious Fifi, or that the Higginses were ALWAYS to be boarded in the South Wing, away from the dawning sun and in a room furnished in blue…specifically… He shook himself abruptly and gave a loud HURRUMPH! Obviously, he was going to be stoically difficult, at least for a little longer, on principles alone. A soft chuckle drifted over from behind Peter and he turned. There stood a chambermaid, by the looks of her uniform; seemingly trying hard to suppress a smile, but her sparkling eyes belied her apparent amusement. "Now then, Colonel, why don't you let me have a go at Andrew's whiz kid for the morning. I'll show him first-hand my end of things and if he can organize that you can have at him later. If he turns out to be simply impossible, I'll give Andrew an earful myself…and you know I will… "The Colonel" harrumphed again, although considerably less loudly this time. The maid cocked her head left. "Follow me then." she said amicably enough and started down the hallway. "I'm Brenda, "she shot back over her shoulder. Peter began extending his hand and then drew it back realizing she was not looking at him at all, but expecting him to follow, and that her shorter legs had set a rather brisk pace. He jogged a few paces to catch up. "So you're a maid here?" he asked, scrutinizing her tight black dress with the starched white apron a little more closely. "Housekeeping!" she chided with a hint of laughter in her voice. She suddenly stopped and turned. He had to steady himself with a hand on the wall to avoid crashing into her. She was still smiling, but her eyes were serious now. He was so close to her that her breasts were nearly touching his chest and his gaze rested on her ample cleavage. He could smell the perfume wafting up from her neck. She gave no impression that the close proximity made her the least bit uncomfortable; in fact, with her eyes alone she wrestled his gaze back to her own. He was taller than her, even in her high heels, but she exuded such an aura of competence and control that he suddenly felt the smaller of the two. "Your client, Andrew owns this place, willed down to him from his father. He's been getting some ribbing on the golf course about his "low tech" business and so…here you are!" her eyebrows rose in emphasis. He noticed she had the darkest brown eyes… "The Colonel and I keep things running smoothly around here. Both of us could have titles and job descriptions much more elevated than the ones we choose to keep. We both feel that working directly with the public and staff keeps us more in touch with the needs of this hotel." Those eyebrows rose again. "Capish?" He managed to nod, but his attention was drawn to the wisps of dark brown hair that had escaped her bun and were doing such a lovely job of framing her face. She turned on her heel and was off down the hallway again, leaving him off balance, somewhat confused, and definitely intrigued. He watched those black heels moving over the thick carpeting for a few more strides, eyes following the seams up the backs of her legs, then shook his head as if to clear his senses and bounded off after her. "Supply closet" she called out. We've got one on each wing and I'd like to get the contents so that they'll automatically be re-ordered once we get low. I'll provide you with a list of supplies, our vendors, minimum quantities…and I suppose you'll need an inventory when you get everything set up… He chuckled. "You're doing my whole job for…" his voice trailed off. She was up on tiptoes, straining to get a pile of towels off the top shelf and…he swallowed hard…the lacey tops of her garters were peeking out from beneath the hem of her black skirt. His cock twitched. It seemed warm in the hallway all of a sudden and his kaki shorts didn't seem to fit right anymore. He had a fleeting thought that this was a completely inappropriate way for him to be reacting in a work setting, but this woman had somehow unnerved him. He didn't care what was polite or proper. In fact, he was feeling positively lecherous! She settled the thick pile if towels into a cart and glanced up at him. That one eyebrow raised up again. Damned if she couldn't sense what he was feeling! "Come along then" she said a little less briskly, almost contemplatively. They moved down the hallway and she unlocked a door to the right. She pushed the service cart all the way in and started moving surely about the room as he leaned against the solid writing desk.. "You'll want to note the differences in the rooms…number and sizes of beds, some with separate sitting rooms, private balconies, that sort of thing." she said while stripping the King sized bed. The air conditioning was set low in this room. She snapped the crisp sheet. His eyes naturally moved towards the noise, which is when he noticed her nipples were hard and clearly outlined beneath the thin, black material. A small moan escaped his lips. Nothing seemed to escape her, however, and her eyes locked on his. That eyebrow slowly arched again. She crossed the room and sat on the straight-backed chair near him, jotting down some of the things she'd just mentioned. Her legs crossed and she slipped one shoe off, one nylon covered foot slowly moving up and down her opposite leg as she paused to think. He watched that foot…heart hammering, cock throbbing…and absolutely couldn't think. She looked up at him, those brown eyes dancing in amusement, as her foot touched his leg. He gasped. She chuckled, obviously amused, and slowly ran the side and top of her pretty foot up his leg, watching his face the whole time. He had bitten his bottom lip. His eyes were glued to her foot as it made its way over his thigh to the bottom of his shorts. The nylon slid against his skin, almost whispering. He was glad he had the desk to support him. At this moment he was not entirely convinced that his knees would. Her other foot had found its way out its shoe and was creeping up his opposite leg, until she was leaning back in the chair, both legs outstretched and tilted slightly upwards. "Now, Peter," she almost purred, her feet rotating slightly so that the bottoms rested on his thighs, toes beginning to explore into the legs of his shorts, "What's going on here? Something…" she paused as her toes met at his crotch, wriggling them against his straining bulge. "…is keeping you from giving me your complete attention." He took in an almost tortured breath and moaned. "And we just can't have that…can we?" He shook his head, not trusting his voice at the moment. "Undo your bottoms." His fingers shook as they worked the button free and slipped down the zipper. "Mmmm." She smiled. Her feet worked their way up his hips, slipping his shorts slowly downward. The taught material pressed down across his already straining cock. He moaned, hips bucking, gasping in relief as his shorts fell at his feet, but she was far from finished with him. Her feet slipped upwards again: silky nylon against his bare legs, one of them coming to rest on the front of his left hip bone…the other…oh my God the other…coming up from underneath his balls…exquisite pressure…running up alongside the underside of his hard, throbbing cock…pressing it against his belly…toes coming to rest on the very head…circling…playing in a quickly growing wet spot at the front of his boxers. He moaned again, reddening a little, knowing her toes were becoming a little wet and sticky. Those toes curling in his waistband now: her eyes darting from his face to the patch of pubic hair that was becoming more and more exposed. "Please!" the plea escaped his lips without conscious thought. He was gripping the edge of the desk so tightly his hands were shaking, knuckles white. She responded by jerking his boxers down hard. "Ahhh!" he cried out as his hard, throbbing cock bounced free. It reared up immediately: swollen, bulging with veins, the shiny head oozing precum. Her gaze was locked on his raging erection now: those nylon encased feet moving closer….closer…until…. A sort of strangled whimper burst from his throat. Her feet were pressing at him from either side slowly moving…up and down…up and down…stroking evenly. His body was fighting him: his hips needing to jerk forward desperately, his arms aching, shaking from the strain he'd imposed on them. Her feet left his cock then, traveling up his belly…across his ribs… "NO!" his voice was loud…hoarse…but he wanted…NEEDED for her not to stop. Those soft, supple, pretty feet only continued on their path, finding his forearms, toes pointed, sliding gently down them to his hands, urging him to take them. He did so eagerly, almost desperately. Grasping those warm feet, he let his fingers explore the sheer hose as he moved them back to where he needed them: thumbs rubbing her ankles; fingers rubbing along her calves and then down again. Pressing those stockinged feet to either side of his engorged member, he gasped and began to slide between them. "Oh, God, YES!" he hissed between clenched teeth, hips working, cock pistoning between the soles of her feet. He was gasping, grunting, moaning with every thrust, as she watched him in obvious delight. She squirmed in her chair, thighs parting, her hand disappearing in between them. He gave one final hard thrust, and spread her legs wide, dropping to his knees between them. His hands explored the warm silkiness to her stocking clad legs, urging the hem of her skirt higher and higher. He leaned in further, almost dizzy as he kissed her pretty panties. The scent of her pussy through the flimsy layer of shiny material filled his senses. Slowly he eased them down her legs, kissing his way back up, intent on those sheer black stockings, but also aware of the treasure that awaited him. His lips met hers softly, a whisper of a kiss, and then more firmly, his tongue beginning to explore. She threw her legs over his shoulders, leaning back in the chair, watching him from beneath half lidded eyes, moaning softly. Lapping at her slippery slit, he glanced up to watch her. His thumbs explored the contrast between the smooth nylon of her stockings, the coarser lace tops, and the warmth of her bare thighs above that. His finger curled around her garters, pulling her to him as his tongue delved deeper: long, slow, sexy strokes. She gasped and bucked as he grazed her swollen clit. He would not be deterred from his course, however. Slowly, firmly he continued his maddening assault. His tongue dipped in, finding her hot, hungry hole. God she tasted good! He began to slip in and out of her entrance, tongue fucking her, slow and deep. She was whimpering now, her inner muscles working, trying desperately to draw him further in. Licking two of his fingers, he slid them inside of her. She cried out, gripping at them, her hips working to meet his rhythmic thrusting. His tongue slid upwards, circling her clit: slowly, ever so slowly. Her breathing became erratic and ragged. Fingers plunging in harder, faster, he began to flicker his tongue over the very tip of her engorged clit. She arched up off the chair, her own fingers tangling in his hair, wailing. Her muscles clenched tight, squeezing, convulsing. Juices ran from her already soaking pussy as her entire body trembled almost violently. The power of her orgasm rocked him. Drawing his fingers out of her, he wrapped his damp hand around his throbbing cock. His eyes closed and began to stroke himself, almost desperate for relief. He was so absorbed; he barely noticed her drawing her legs back, her feet sliding down his body. He gasped as they nudged his hands out of the way, molding themselves around his raging erection. Up and down she moved, stroking him, slinky black nylon against his rock-hard cock. He watched, almost unbelieving as his hard-on disappeared between her sexy nylon clad feet, his swollen cockhead poking out near her toes. A strangled growl erupted from his throat. His back arched. His hips thrust forward hard. He erupted! Hot ropes of white cum splashed against her dark stockings. She growled triumphantly, dark eyes sparking. He lay back, breathing hard, trying to gather his wits about him as she gently milked him dry. "Well, what do you think?" she chuckled. "I think I need to call my boss and tell him I'm going to need more time on this project…" he answered "…MUCH more time!" Perks Ch. 02 "Hi." I rub my eyes. "Hi." "How'd you sleep?" "Good. You?" "I always sleep better with company," she replies, running her fingers up my side. I shiver, draw myself closer against her. It is then that I feel her hardness against my ass. Her lips find the curve of my neck as she slowly begins to grind gently against me, her fingers still running slowly up and down my side, occasionally moving over to my breast and swirling around my nipple but never actually touching it. I moan, press harder against her in an attempt to get her finger to actually brush against my hard nipple. No such luck there but backing up does cause her cock to press harder against me. "I brought you some breakfast," she whispers into my ear. I tip my head and see her reach for something on the bedside table. I take this opportunity to roll over and straddle her middle, her cock coming to rest against my already wet pussy. The surprise in her eyes in quickly replaced by lust as her eyes bore into me. Her glance darts from my face and the smirk playing at my lips, to the curve of my hips and finally comes to a rest at my heaving chest. I lean down and capture her lips with mine. "So what's for breakfast?" "I brought some berries." I follow her eyes to the table, where a plate of raspberries, blueberries and strawberries sits with a bowl of yogurt and another of granola. A small vase with a single daisy completes the tray. The sweetness of this gesture is almost enough to make me lose my concentration, but a gentle lift of her hips reminds me of the hard cock under me and the wetness dripping down my legs. I lean slowly over to the table, allowing one hard nipple to slide against her lips but I pull away before she manages to slip it into her mouth. I hear her let out a soft groan, her fingers digging into my hips. I select a particularly ripe strawberry and sit back up quickly. "Guess which kind," I whisper, bringing my fingers over her eyes to close them before I trace her lips with the bright red fruit. Gently, barely touching, I outline her top lip then back around to her bottom one. Her tongue curls out of her mouth, as her eyes open and meet mine. The heat of her gaze causes me to shiver yet again, which causes me to press down harder against her cock. She slowly licks all over the strawberry, her tongue brushing against the tips of my fingers. When she sinks her teeth into the berry, I feel a distinct ache in my cunt. I bring the strawberry to my lips and slowly take a bite and her eyes never leave mine. She leans up and takes the rest of the berry into her mouth, along with the tip of my finger, which she licks and sucks before giving it a gentle nip and releasing it. This situation which I carefully took control of is now well out of mine so when she raises her eyes to meet mine again and whispers, "I brought you something else for breakfast, too," as she thrusts her hips against me, I'm more than grateful to slide down to her cock and suck it into my mouth. This time I don't waste any time and am soon quickly bobbing up and down on her cock, my fingers weaving under her harness to thrust into her dripping pussy. She grabs me by the nape of the neck and drags me back up to her, her mouth meeting mine hungrily. Before I know what's happening, she's slid under me and is sliding her tongue along my pussy. I slide myself back down to her cock, licking and sucking as she slips her tongue in and out of my pussy. I slip her harness off to the side and as I stroke her cock, I stick out my tongue and flick it over her clit. She groans and wraps her arms even tighter around me, pulling my pussy deeper into her mouth. I slide my tongue over her clit and then down to her opening, which I also flick with my tongue. Her pussy is incredible, perfectly shaved and gleaming. I can't get enough and in no time I'm sucking her clit and moaning into her. My hand continues to stroke, which causes the harness and base of her dildo to rub against her pussy. I feel her hands slide down to my ass and then to my pussy. I thrust hard against her, feeling my first orgasm build. Then I feel one wet finger stroking up my crack and then swirling around my other hole. I groan and suck harder as she presses her finger into me. Her finger presses into me and I thrust deep against her mouth. Her finger wiggles around slowly and the harder I thrust back, the deeper she pushes it. I'm not sure if it's her finger in me or the desperate way I'm sucking her clit, but within no time I can tell that she's close. I want her to come first but with her finger in my ass and two others in my pussy and her tongue on my clit, I know I don't stand a chance. She slips a third finger into my pussy and then I'm done and am screaming as I come. Her orgasm causes her pussy to drip all over my face and I try desperately to lick up all her come. Suddenly, she has flipped me over and has gathered my legs up over her arms and I can feel her cock against my pussy. Without further warning she slides the full length into me. I scream as I reach up to grab her and draw her into me, using her mouth to muffle my cries. This doesn't last long and soon she has pulled back and is watching my face as she fucks me, her hands holding mine above my head. I am spread out and completely vulnerable and I can't remember the last time I was this turned on. Her face is inches from mine and eventually I close my eyes and am just concentrating on my pussy but I know that she is still watching me and this knowledge pushes me even closer to another orgasm. Soon I'm yelping and arching as she thrusts evenly into me. "I could watch you come all day." I blush and look away. She slides her cock slowly out of me and begins to tease me with it, rubbing it against my clit, dipping no more than an inch into my pussy before pulling out, then sliding it back up to brush against my clit again. I'm moaning and squirming when she finally reaches down and begins to slowly rub my clit. I feel her hips roll forward and she lifts me up a little and then I feel her cock sliding down and coming to rest against my asshole. My eyes fly open to meet hers. Sure, I like a finger and the occasional butt plug but her cock? It's huge; I barely thought I would be able to take it in my pussy! She presses against me again, raises an eyebrow. My hesitancy is clear on my face and she leans in to whisper, "I promise to be real gentle, baby." Her finger is still working on my clit and I'm having a hard time concentrating on anything other than that. "I know...I just...I've just never...You know." "You've never been fucked up your ass?" I shake my head. "Not with...You know...Only with a finger or a little plug." She's grinning like a kid at Christmas. "Oh, baby, I promise, you'll love it." She presses harder. "...Ok." "You're sure?" Her face is suddenly serious and I love her for her concern, her eagerness to fuck me yet her chivalrous nature overriding her lust. "Yes, I'm sure." I meet her gaze, try to tell her with my eyes how much her hesitance means to me. I think she understands because when she pulls back, she gives me that little smirk and kisses me on the tip of my nose. I feel her raise and hear her rustling in the drawer of the table by the bed. I wonder what these drawers were designed to hold since everyone I know keeps her toys in them, but what about people who don't have any? What would you need a drawer by your bed for- My thoughts are cut short, though, by the head of her cock pressed against my ass. She rubs lube around my opening and then dips one finger inside of me. I sigh, press against her finger. She smiles, then replaces her finger with her cock. Her other hand is busy with my pussy, one finger stroking my clit as her thumb circles the opening of my pussy. Slowly she presses her cock into me. I can feel every inch, and while it's a strange feeling of pressure, for the most part, I'm just incredibly turned on. She is alternately kissing me, her tongue slowly fucking my mouth with long even strokes, and studying my face and a look of quiet determination is on hers. Her finger never stops rubbing my clit. Finally she leans down and presses her lips into mine. "Ok?" I nod and I feel her press harder until she stops and I can feel the hard bone of her pelvis against me. Her moan and smile tell me that she's all the way in. I sigh and relax, allowing myself to move cautiously against her. I feel incredibly full in a way I've never felt before. Her finger on my clit has my pussy dripping and soon I'm thrusting against her cock. That's all it takes and she begins to slowly thrust into me. "Oh my god!" She grins and leans down to pull a nipple into her mouth. "Fuck!" My nipple leaves her mouth with a little pop and she brings her face back up level with mine. "You like that, baby?" I nod. "Ye...Yesss," I manage to hiss. "I...I like...I like it." I've always had a hard time forming sentences when I'm getting fucked, but this brings my difficulty to a new level. I'm not even sure I'd know my name if she were to ask it right now. "Oh god," she moans. "You don't know how bad I've wanted to get into your ass." I blush. "Oh...Yeah?" "Oh fuck yeah...I'd come into the stand every week and you'd just be standing there, all cute in your little skirts. It'd be all I could do not come over and fuck you right then. But when you'd be leaning over, oh god..." She shakes her head. "You have no idea what you'd do to me." "Is that...So?" She growls into my lips. "Baby, this one week, you were leaning over getting bags of turnips from under the counter and I made you get me one even though I didn't even want them. I just had to see that ass bent over again." I gasp, part from her little confession and part from the pressure growing in my pussy. "I remember that!" "I don't even like turnips," she whispers. I can't help but smile. "You weren't the only...The only one staring...I didn't think you were...Inter...Interested..." She shakes her head. "I was more than interested." In a few minutes, I'm gasping and thrusting hard against her. I can't believe how quickly she has me wanting to come, how much I love having her cock up my ass. I love everything she does to me; from the way her lips brush against my neck to the way she studies my face for any signs of discomfort or unhappiness. I want to do something for her, something that she'll like as much as I love everything she's been doing to me. I reach up and pull her close to me, which causes her cock to tip at a new angle, which almost has me forgetting all about doing something nice for her. I take a deep breath and force myself to not pay attention to how amazing everything she's doing feels. I slide my lips up to her ear. "So you like my ass, huh?" She groans. "Baby, I love your ass." "You like fucking me there?" Another groan. "The only thing I love more than your ass is fucking it." I sigh. I love how much she loves fucking me. Her thrusts are getting quicker, which is making it harder and harder for me to stay focused so I know I need to talk fast. "I thought you said you like it best when I'm bent over." I turn my head so I can see her reaction. I can tell she's not sure exactly where I'm going with this but she's trying to figure it out. "I like your ass any way," she says finally, "but yeah, bent over is my favorite." My lips meet her and I whisper, "So, should I turn over?" It takes a second for my words to register, but when they do, her lips meet mine hungrily. When we finally part, her eyes are sparkling. "Yeah?" I bite my lower lip. "Yeah." She moans and slowly pulls her cock out of me. She pulls me up so I'm sitting, our tongues battling for control of this kiss. I reach up, grab the hair at the top of her neck and give it a slow, even pull. When I finally pull away her eyes are practically glowing. She stands up and helps me to my feet. Her lips slide down my neck as her fingers again expertly play with my nipples. Slowly she turns me around, her lips never leaving my neck. Except now they are on the back of it and she is kissing and licking and I have always loved having the back of my neck kissed. She almost has me forgetting why I'm standing up in the first place. Slowly I pull away and place my hands on the bed. I pull myself up on it, making sure to arch my back. I take my time crawling up to the middle then throw a glance over my shoulder. Her eyes are practically burning a hole into me. I get settled on my hands and knees, my movements in slow motion. When I'm finally done, I arch my back a final time before slowly rolling my hips and then I turn my head and meet her gaze. I have to look at her for a minute before her eyes leave my ass and I give her a playful wink. Apparently that's all she can take because before I even turn back around, she descends on me, focusing most of her attention on my ass. Her hands are all over it, squeezing and grabbing, sliding a finger up and down my ass crack while sticking her thumb into my pussy. I gasp. "Someone's pussy is really wet," she hisses into my ear. "Guess whose." "Yours?" "I think someone else's might be wetter. Did you like giving me that little show?" Once it's all out there in the open like that, talking about it, I get a little shy. "Maybe." "Just maybe?" She stops squeezing my ass with her other hand to reach up and grab my hand, which she leads down to my thigh. "I think more than maybe." Her fingers wrap around mine and she leads them up to brush against my pussy, which is soaking wet. "Even the tops of your legs are all wet, baby." I blush at this observation. I've always loved showing off to a good audience. She releases my hand and swirls her finger around my clit. I hear her fiddling with the lube and soon I feel her cock resting under my ass. Her hands start to spread me open and I reflexively pull away. I feel so vulnerable this way, which is not to say that I don't love it. I feel her thumb rest against my opening. "You sure this is ok?" I turn to meet her concerned gaze. "I'm sure," but it comes out more as a gasp than a real answer. Her thumb presses gently. "I'll be real careful, baby." "I know." I wiggle my ass at her. "Now give me that cock." She grins then presses her thumb slowly into me. I moan and press down against her. I feel my pussy tighten. Slowly she pulls her thumb out and I feel her fingers in its place. She slips these in a little quicker, which is good because I'm so turned on, I'm about to start begging. "Fuck," she moans into my ear. "You're so tight, baby." I groan, my back acting as though it has a mind of its own and arching more than it ever has before, causing her fingers to slip even deeper into my ass. "Ok, ok..." she says, that smirk evident in her voice. She pulls out her fingers and I feel her replace it with her cock. She spreads my cheeks and slowly starts pushing. I glance over my shoulder. She's biting her bottom lip, her eyes locked on her cock sliding into my asshole. I wiggle against her. "You like that?" She glances up to meet my gaze. "You have no fucking idea." I smile, turn back around and wiggle my ass against her cock. I hear her breath in sharply. "Jesus." I feel her fingers dig deeper into my hips. Finally I feel her bottom out and now she can lean down and bite my earlobe, which she does gently. "God, baby, your ass is perfect." I sigh. This is even better than I thought it was going to be. The new angle is really hot and her breath against my neck is really turning me on. Her pace picks up and I can hear her moans getting louder as one hand slides over my stomach and down to my clit. Her finger picks up that now familiar pace as her other hand kneads and gently slaps my ass. I groan involuntarily. "Oh, does someone like that?" Her next smack is a little bit harder. "Oh god," I hiss. Her next slap is a little rougher and the next one is pretty hard. I moan and press down harder against the hand that's rubbing my clit. "It seems that someone's a naughty girl who likes to get spanked," she whispers into my ear. "Mmm," I manage to get out. Her thrusts are getting faster as her hand comes down harder and harder on my ass. Then she pulls out until just the head of her cock is in my ass and the spanking stops as well. I whimper as her hands force my hips to stop moving and I stop thrusting against her. All of a sudden, she shoves all the way back in, causing me to gasp a deep breath, making me realize that I'd been holding my breath up until that moment. She continues fucking me but I need a little more; I need her to touch my clit again. Finally, I can't take it anymore and reach up to rub my clit myself. Her hand comes down on my ass with a resounding smack. "Naughty girl! What do you think you're doing?" She pushes my hand away from my clit. "Who said you could do that?" "I...I can't help it," I whisper. Her fingertip grazes my clit sending shivers down my spine. I curve my back, trying to get more contact between her finger and my clit but she's not having it. The more I try to get her to press harder, the lighter her touches become. "Please...Please...." "Well, since you asked so nicely." She nips on my ear as she brings her finger firmly to my clit. She makes slow circles as a sigh. Soon she finds the perfect rhythm between her finger and her cock and I know I'm just about screaming, but I can't help it. I've never been fucked so deeply. I've always known that I liked having my ass played with but I never thought I'd love being fucked there so much. The amazing feeling of being stretched and fucked in addition to Trey's hot breath on my ear and her hands digging into my hips soon has me pressing my face into the pillow, trying to keep the volume down, at least a little. I bring my teeth down onto the fabric only to have the pillow ripped out from under me. I gasp in surprise as Trey throws it to the floor. "Fuck that. You like being fucked, baby?" I nod my agreement. "Then I want to hear all about it." She nips at my ear. "You like my cock in your ass?" "...Yes..." Her next thrust is deep and hard and she pauses, the entire length of her cock in me. I hold my breath, awaiting her next thrust but it doesn't come. Her finger also slows on my clit. Slowly she straightens up and brings me with her. I wrap my arms around her neck for balance. Then very slowly she begins rubbing my clit. I'm starting to feel crazy; all I want is for her to fuck me. "Please, baby...Please, I'll do anything, just fuck me..." My breathing has become slow and hesitant and then suddenly, she throws me down to my stomach and then she pulls all the way out of my ass and then slams it back in. I scream. And with that I feel my orgasm rush to a start. I can feel my pussy tightening and then I feel that strange feeling again. I bear down like she told me to before and feel the hot liquid pouring out of me. "Oh shit!" She grabs my hips and thrusts deep into my ass. "Fuck!" Her thrusts become faster as she grabs a handful of my hair. Finally she collapses on top of me, both of us panting and exhausted. Perks of a New Family It happened after we had only been a family for six months. My dad had married a woman with two twenty-two year old twin daughters, and right from the start they had been goading me about sex and relationships. I was nineteen and had never had much luck with women, mainly due to not being able to find a job. No job meant no money and no money meant no girlfriend. It wasn't that money was all women wanted but I couldn't even afford to go out clubbing at night and find someone. I wasn't a virgin but you could count the number of women I had been with on one hand and it was when we were all having a drink together one night, our first night together as a proper family, that little secret had come out. Ever since then Claire and Suzie had ribbed me mercilessly, always dropping snide little comments about my lack of experience, or telling me that they had heard me masturbating in my bedroom. At first I just brushed the comments off but over time they became more and more regular until they eventually they were an almost daily occurrence. To make matters worse they were both stunningly attractive, and they knew it. Claire was five feet six tall with 36C tits, long brunette hair and a pert little ass and she definitely like to flaunt her body, always wearing skimpy tops and either shorts or miniskirts. Suzie was slightly taller at five feet eight, her tits were 38D and her ass was slightly larger but none the worse for it but she was more conservative in her choice of clothes, preferring jeans and t-shirts. I knew I shouldn't let them get under my skin but it was difficult not to. Most of what they said was true, even the fact that I used to lay in my room masturbating, but I was desperate for a job and the chance to prove that I was as good as they were. It just seemed that there weren't any jobs, anywhere, in our little town. I sat in my room staring at the jobs page on my computer, getting more down, when I decided that I had looked for long enough. The page wasn't likely to change no matter how long I looked at it. I left my room and started to head downstairs to see what everyone else was doing when I noticed Suzie's door was open slightly. That was unlike her she always made sure her door was shut, whether she was in or out, so I went over intending to close it but as I got closer I could hear Suzie's television on low. Surely she hadn't gone out and left it on, she was usually so tidy and organized. Creeping up to the door I peered through the gap and saw Suzie in there, lying on her bed, and she was naked. I stood staring open mouthed. I had never seen her in even her underwear, and I had tried to catch her on more than one occasion, but now I watched as she massaged her gorgeous firm tits pinching her nipples as she did. My eyes looked up and down Suzie's whole body, my cock stiffening quickly, and I noticed the slight golden wispy hair just hiding her pussy from view. I knew she would kill me if she found me standing there watching or, even worse, tell my dad but I just couldn't walk away. Suzie carried on playing with her nipples with one hand but, as I watched, she moved the other down slowly over her flat stomach and began to stroke the opening of her pussy. Opening her legs slightly she eased in her middle finger, letting out a barely audible gasp as she did, and started to rub her clit slowly. Her moaning became louder as she masturbated herself. My cock was completely hard now, and I put my hands into my jeans and began to slowly massage it, never taking my eyes off her. Suzie stopped massaging her tits and reached over the bed, giving me a perfect view of her ass, and opened the bedside cabinet drawer. I looked at her ass and imagined being behind her slowly pushing my cock into her while pulling her head back with her hair fucking her anally as she screamed my name. I gripped my cock even tighter trying, but struggling, to wank myself in my jeans when she rolled onto her back again. In her hand she was holding what looked like a massive ten inch dildo and I couldn't imagine her getting all that in her pussy. As I looked on Suzie opened her legs even wider, giving me a perfect view of her glistening pussy, and started to slowly push the dildo against herself. Watching in total amazement I saw inch after inch of the dildo slowly disappear deep into her pussy until all that was left was the bit Suzie was holding. As I reached up to my mouth to stifle a gasp of my own Suzie started to fuck her pussy, her breathing getting louder and faster, moaning loudly as she did so. I couldn't contain myself any longer and I slowly lowered my zip and released my cock, if anybody came in I was bound to be caught but I didn't care, and started to wank myself slowly at the view before me. The faster Suzie pushed the dildo into her pussy the faster I wanked my cock and I couldn't hold back any longer. Cum erupted from the end of my cock and I gasped as the streams of my white milky liquid hit the wall next to Suzie's door. Panicking I quickly ripped off my top, I couldn't leave any sign of what I had done, and wiped the wall my cock still erect with cum dripping off the end of it. As quick as I could I cleaned up my mess and I looked back through the gap and Suzie just as she was pulling the dildo out of her pussy. The dildo glistened with her pussy juices and, as I watched, Suzie began to lick her dildo clean. I put my cock back into my jeans and turned to go back to my room, not believing what I had just seen, when Suzie called out. "Did you enjoy the show Michael?" She called out. I froze to the spot. I had no idea she knew I was there and was stunned that, if she had, that she had carried on anyway. "Come on Michael it's a bit too late to be shy don't you think?" "I-I didn't mean to watch Suzie." I stammered back. "Come in here Michael and stop worrying." She shouted. Slowly I pushed her bedroom door fully open and, keeping my head down. I walked slowly into her room. "You might as well lift your head up Michael you've seen everything anyway." She told me. "I know b-b-but I shouldn't have watched I know that." I said still stammering. "Look Michael maybe I should have shut the door or..." She started before letting the words hang in the air. "Or what Suzie what are you trying to say?" I asked confused. "Let's just say I knew you were in and I knew that if I left my door open you wouldn't be able to resist peaking so why can't you look at me now?" She told me. Slowly I lifted my head and looked at Suzie stretched out naked on the bed. "Well you never did answer me." Suzie said. "Answer what?" I asked. "Whether you liked the show I gave you." She continued. "Y-Yes I did you looked gorgeous but..." "But what Michael I think after what I let you see you can ask me anything." "That's what I wondered why did you let me watch you?" I asked her. "Let's just say I wanted to see what you would do." "I know but what if someone had come home?" I asked. "Well my guess is you would have got into trouble for spying on me for one thing." "Okay I suppose that's true enough I better go and let you get dressed." I said. "Yes you better and one more thing Michael." "What's that Suzie?" I asked her my eyes still fixed on her nakedness. "You owe me one." She answered before winking at me. I walked out of her room, glancing back once, and wondered what she could have meant by what she had just said. Knowing Suzie I was bound to find out soon enough.