1 comments/ 32020 views/ 3 favorites Looking Out By: TheIceGoddess He guided her out of the office back to his assistant's desk. "Karen, this is our new Marketing Manager. She's going to be moving from Colorado, I want you to be at her beck and call and assist her with her move." He put his hand on the small of her back, heat from his palm radiating through her, creeping around her stomach and up her chest to her breasts, making her nipples stand at attention. He instantly noticed the nipples straining against her shirt and felt his mouth ache with longing. He would do anything to feel her sweet nipples swell between his teeth. "I want her back again in three weeks, so she's on a strict timeline." "Yes, Mr. Adams, I'll make sure she has all the assistance she needs." "Great, also schedule a dinner meeting with the team for tonight. I want them to meet her before she flies home." He turned to her. "Is that alright with you, my dear?" She nodded. "That sounds like a great start to my employment here." He smiled at her, holding her gaze just a little too long with a little too much hunger. Karen noticed the exchange, but brushed it off as her being jealous of the much younger beauty who had obviously caught Mr. Adams' eye. She shook her head. Why not? She was young, extremely attractive, and impressively talented. Karen resolved to befriend her quickly, as she could feel that with the power this young woman possessed she was going to go wherever she wanted, and Karen wouldn't mind being at her heels when she did. "I'm going to leave you in Karen's care so you can complete whatever paperwork is necessary. I'll meet you around six and escort you to dinner." He smiled as he walked away, wishing he could put his lips to hers. Karen inhaled sharply as both women watched him walk away. The younger woman noticed Karen's lingering look and realized Karen was equally as attracted to him as she was. Suddenly a pang of guilt went through her -- this poor woman had been working beside him for 20 years and never had what she possessed in only a matter of hours. Karen turned to her, managing a professional smile. "Let's show you to your office. I'll help you complete your new hire paperwork and then show you around the building." "That would be great. I'm very excited to be working here." She smiled warmly at Karen, feeling at ease with her almost instantly. Karen led her down a carpeted corridor, stopping one door down from the boss' office. "Here it is," Karen said as she fumbled with a key and opened the door. The office was beautiful -- floor to ceiling windows on one side, a large cherry-wood desk, glass conference table, and overstuffed leather furniture. She smiled as she walked in. She had been working so hard for this, causing her relationship with her fiancé to strain to a breaking point. Beaming, she sat at her desk, wanting to hug it with joy. Watching her, Karen saw the young woman had just reached one of her life's goals. Karen looked away from her quickly, jealous again. She also had dreamed of managing a marketing division for Mr. Adams when he hired her as his personal assistant 20 years ago. He was young and charming and had started the successful firm on a whim. Unlike the woman in front of her, though, she never got to feel the joy of walking into an office and sitting at her desk, ready to steer the ship. Karen let her dream drift away when she married a man who insisted she not make more money then he did. Now, 20 years later, Karen was convinced the job would have been much more fulfilling than the marriage. She felt used and spent as if she had nothing more to give anyone. She was going to be a fixture in the waiting room until she retired. "Karen, are you alright?" "I'm fine...you just remind me so much of myself when I was younger." Karen felt a lump in her throat. "How old are you, my dear?" "I'll be twenty-six next month." Karen smiled. "Shall we complete this paperwork?" She watched the younger woman fill out the application, which was just a formality, and all the other necessary paperwork. "Devi is such a lovely name," Karen said, as she watched her scribble it out across a pile of paperwork. "Thank you. I've never loved my name; it's too stately for me." Karen raised an eyebrow "Most people just think my parents were confused about spelling 'Debbie' when they named me." "It's a name that suits you." Karen smiled. "Mr. Adams seems like he'll be wonderful to work for." "Yes, he is a fair man and an appreciative boss," Karen sighed. "He has no idea how attractive he is. He's always had woman after woman in here, both clients and employees, young and old, who have wanted him with white-hot intensity." Karen shook her head. "You know, I don't think he'll ever be unfaithful to his wife, but the poor man is not treated well by her. He could do so much better. That and she's had her fair share of lovers." As Devi looked closely at Karen, she noticed how attractive she really was. She had a thick mane of dark hair, streaks of gray zigzagging through it, falling almost to the middle of her back. While signs of aging had begun to map her forehead, she was still very beautiful with high cheekbones and full lips. Karen also had dark brown eyes with endless depths. She guessed her to be around fifty. With a new wardrobe and a flattering haircut, the tall and slender Karen would definitely be a sexy older bombshell. She resolved to bring Karen shopping on a girls' day out sooner then later. "I agree," Devi sighed. "He is very hot." Karen shook her head and looked at her. "He could use a young thing like you to work out with." She winked at her. Devi just smiled. If Karen only knew. She sat back in her chair and scanned her office. She could imagine him with her in here. Closing her eyes, she pictured him behind her, her blouse and bra on the floor, her creamy white breasts pressed against the large window looking down on New York. He would be pulling her skirt and panties down over her hips, her firm beautiful ass presented to him. She could feel the hot touch of his fingertips on the back of her neck and along her shoulders, sending hot raceways of desire shooting down her body to her swelling clit. Her breasts would be cold against the window, and she would feel deliciously exposed, yet knowing the tinted glass would not allow the outside world to see anything of their lovemaking. Devi felt a trickle of wetness start somewhere deep within her and inch its way out of her perfectly shaved lips and down the inside of her thigh. His lips would be on her neck, kisses like fire on her skin, until he removed his lips, leaving cold wet rings of passion. As she felt the air conditioning blow across the spot he'd just kissed she'd feel the hair on her neck stand up and her skin cool, ice to put out the fire. But it wouldn't work, just feeding the fire burning in her for him. He would take his tie off now and glide the silk over her naked body, teasing her ass with the tip of it, so smooth on her skin. Leaning closer, he would thread the other end of the tie up between her breasts. She could smell him; smell his sweet skin like rain. She would feel the row of buttons on his shirt press hard into her back. As she held her breath, aching to feel his tight, muscled body bare against her, the buttons would dig into her as he pulled her back to him, digging into her as if to remind her how much clothing he still had on. Then he would gently push her breasts back against the floor to ceiling window, the row of small button-circles like tattoos down her back. He would kiss and lick each one as if apologizing for holding her so tightly. She would smile, not all pain was bad pain, but waiting for him was torture. She would beg for relief. His hands would pull the tie tautly between her legs and he would press one end of it to her aching lips. Shivers of desire coursing through her would force her to spread her legs, the tie teasing her clit as he ran it back and forth, bringing her to the edge of an orgasm. The tingling she loved would start at the base of her spine; two more strokes and it would engulf her ass, clit, lips, and hips; another stroke and her thighs would tighten. He would pause for a moment, leaving her on the edge, ready to explode for him as he slips his shirt and trousers off with no urgency. Eyes closed, hands against the window waiting for him, she would breathe deeply to regain herself. Then she would feel it, the hard smoothness of his tool, and bite her lip as the head of his cock rubbed her ass. His fingers between her legs would tease the juices from her, and he would run wet fingers over his cock, glistening in the sunlight streaming in the window. Her legs now spread so wide, wet pussy begging for his hard cock to sink into it. He would slowly slip it to her a little at a time, hot wet rings left around his cock where her tight walls had grabbed him. He always loved inching into her and pulling out, the change between her hot folds and the air cooling the wetness she'd left on him was enough to drive a man crazy. Her body under him, he would watch her reflection in the glass--her eyes closed, mouth slightly open--seeing his cock sliding in and out of her, beautiful breasts swaying with the motion of his hips. His fingers would dig into her hips as he thrust his cock deeper. She would bite her lip, a small groan escaping from her, as he took her. Head tilting back, she would expose the choker of pearls wound tightly around her long neck. It would be too much for him and he would start pumping his cock in her faster, wanting her to get off, needing relief himself. He would feel her body shake under him, holding her tight, riding out the wave of pleasure she was feeling. Her pussy would grab him even tighter and he wouldn't be able to take it, cumming deep inside her. Wrapping his arms around her, he would pull her hot body to him, kissing the back of her neck. "Let me show you around the office now." Devi snapped out of her daydream. "That sounds great," she sighed, feeling wet yet again. She followed Karen around the corner, watching as she pointed to the doors of other offices. They walked past Mike's office who, according to Karen, thought he was God's gift and she should keep an eye on him. Then Courtney's office, and Karen warned she would be disappointed she didn't get the Manager's position. Listening to Karen, Devi realized this transition was not going to be as easy as she had hoped. She spent the entire day with her lover's personal assistant, learning the ins and outs of the office and looking through client files, becoming familiar with their products. At the end of the day, Karen walked her once more around the circle of offices and then deposited her in her own office at ten to six. "He'll be here in just a moment to take you to dinner," Karen said, and stepped out of the office. Finally alone, Devi walked around her conference table, thinking about the late nights she would probably spend poring over advertising campaigns and other work. That's what she loved most in this world, her work, and it showed. He popped his head around the corner of her door. "Are you ready to get going?" "Yes I am!" she said, happy to see him again. "Did Karen show you around and take care of you?" "She did, she's very nice," said Devi, following him out of her office. They waved goodbye to Karen as they entered the elevator. As soon as the doors closed his arms were around her, his lips pressed to hers. She melted into his arms, holding him tightly. She loved his soft strong lips pressed to hers and his big arms around her drained the worry from her body. "Let's go meet the team." He smiled at her as the elevator doors opened. She took a long deep breath, here we go, she thought. Looking Out My Window Danny stood in the hall of the second story in his home, looking out the window from behind the curtains. The window looked down into the back yard of his neighbor, Ms. Birch. For the past few days, she had been out in her back yard sunning next to her pool. Danny happened to glance out his window and saw her, and had become obsessed with her since then. She was a woman in her mid-thirties, divorced and living alone. She was full figured but slim, with dark brown hair that she normally kept pulled back in a pony tale. He didn't know anything about cup sizes, but he estimated her breasts were about the size of grapefruits. Her ass, now being shown off in a bikini, was big and round; her hips were wide, but certainly not unattractive. In other words, she was the definition of a MILF, though he didn't believe she had children. Every day at around noon she had been coming out to tan. She had worn the same bikini, skimpy but not totally revealing. There was a high wooden fence and hedges around her backyard, so that only looking from an elevated position could one see into it. After figuring out her schedule, Danny had been at the window religiously, lusting after her. The past two days he had even been taking pictures and storing them on his computer for use in masturbating. At this rate, he planned to spend his summer break from college taking pictures like these and masturbating with her curvacious body in mind. What he didn't know is that Ms. Birch had also been watching him for two days. She wore a pair of large sunglasses while she tanned, so while she could be looking right at him, it would appear she was only dozing. She strayed a glance to the second story window and saw the curtain pulled back slightly. Discovering that she had an admirer, she was flattered at first. She began to watch Danny and noticed that he was a very handsome young man. Then her thoughts began to turn from flattery to lust. It probably wouldn't be hard to seduce him; his hormones had to be raging at his age, and she already knew he had a thing for her since he had been watching. She decided that the next day she would give him a special treat when she went to tan. After she finished for the afternoon, Danny went to his room and plugged in the camera to his computer. He downloaded all of the pictures and immediately opened them up and unzipped his shorts. Staring at her zoomed image, he stroked himself to a quick, hard orgasm. Wiping up with a washcloth, he got up and decided to go for a drive into town. When he got to his car, he noticed Ms. Birch was at her mailbox taking out the day's mail. He opened the car door and was about to sit down when she waved at him and smiled. He smiled and waved back, but she waved again, flagging him down. "Hi Danny," she said, "how are you?" "Hey Ms. Birch. Doing fine." "I was wondering," she said, quickly running her eyes up and down his body, "if you could come in and help me with something?" "Sure. What is it?" "Well I just bought a new DVD player, but I'm having trouble hooking it up. Do you know anything about how those things work?" "Uh, yeah I guess. I mean I know the basics. Probably enough to connect it anyway." "Great, come on in." He followed behind her, staring at her ass as she walked. He felt like grabbing it as it swayed back and forth in her tight pants. When they got inside, she led him into the living room to where the TV was setup. The DVD player was lying on the ground, the box still next to it. It appeared she hadn't tried very hard to connect it. "Here it is," she said, bending over to pick it up. Her ass was on perfect display to him and he stared in a daze for a minute. She lingered in the position intentionally, feigning to lose her grip on the player. When she stood back up, she turned around and looked at him with an expression of 'Now what?' "Uh ok," Danny said, shaking from his reverie. "Um, where did you want to put it?" Motioning to an empty space on the entertainment center, she said, "I thought about putting it right there. Guess it doesn't make any difference though, as long as it works." "Yeah, doesn't make a difference. But that spot is fine," he said, setting the player down and sliding it back. He spotted the bag with the cables and reached for them. Ms. Birch stopped him. "No I'll get it," she said, bending down again. This time she was facing him and he got a good glimpse down her shirt; no nipples, but massive cleavage. "Thanks," Danny said in a nervous voice, and cleared his throat. He took the cables from her and she let her fingers touch his for a moment. Trying not to look excited, he asked, "Okay, now where are the input receivers on your TV?" "Um, I'm not sure really." She bent over again, sticking her ass out at him, and turned on the TV, pressing the menu button. Laughing, Danny said, "No, no Ms. Birch. They're physical inputs. Here, I'll take a look." He went behind the entertainment center and found them. He kneeled down and started connecting the various cables. Ms. Birch watched him with a feverish lust of her own, his hard young body sending chills through her. "Okay, now just gotta connect them to the DVD player and plug it in to an outlet." "I think I can do that much," she said with a smile. She took the power cord from him and went over to the wall outlet, bending over for him yet again. He was beginning to wonder if it was intentional, as the posture she took while bending was not natural, but left her ass prominently displayed. When it was finally all hooked up, Danny said, "Well I think that's about it. Let's try it out." He pressed the power button and changed to the TV's input channel. The DVD logo flashed on the screen. "Looks like it works." "Do you mind if I put a movie in to make sure?" "No, go ahead." She walked over to the shelf and picked out a movie, oddly not finding some excuse to bend over. Danny stared at her ass the whole time. She walked back and slid the disc into the tray and closed it. The movie popped up on the screen and she was satisfied it worked. "Thanks," she said, smiling and touching his arm. "It's nice to know there's a handyman in the neighborhood. I owe ya." "Sure, no problem." As he walked out the front door, she followed him with her eyes, thinking about what it would be like to run her hands over him. After he was gone, she ran upstairs to her bed and pulled out a dildo, fucking it with urgency, as images of her neighbor raced through her mind. ************** Danny went on, as planned, into town. He went to the mall and made his usual rounds at his favorite stores, making eyes at girls as he walked by them, getting a handful of sexy smiles back. First he visited the book store, then the music store, the gaming store, and finally the electronics store. He wasn't exactly a technical wizard, but he enjoyed looking at some of the toys they had. While browsing through the store, he came upon a selection of external zoom lenses for digital cameras. Thinking about Ms. Birch, he examined some of them. He found one that worked with his own model and checked out the specs on it. It wasn't bad at all, and very affordable to his budget. A store clerk walked up to him, the name on the tag was David. "Can I help you find something sir?" "Just looking at some zoom lenses for my camera." "Ah okay, we actually have a pretty good selection. Any specific one?" "I was looking at this one, it seems perfect, and it's compatible with my camera." "Let me see if we have one that you could try it out on, what model is your camera?" After telling him the model, the clerk went and got one from the backroom. He came back and hooked up the zoom lens and let Danny try it out. Danny found the lens to be perfect for what he was planning. It had a very nice range that lost no clarity at max zoom. Pleased with the performance, he thanked the clerk and bought it. "This thing could probably pick up the pores on her skin," he said to himself, walking out of the mall. "The detail should be much better now! Probably give Hubble a run for its money." He drove back home, eager to try out this new lens on his curvacious neighbor. As he drove by Ms. Birch's home, he looked in vain for a glimpse of her through her windows. He went inside his own home, finding his father sitting in a chair reading. "Hey monkey," he said; 'monkey' was his father's nickname for Danny since he was a toddler, and the name had stuck. "What's up?" "Hey Dad, not much." "Whatcha got there?" "I went out and bought a new lens for my camera. Has a really good zoom on it." Danny was something of an amateur photographer, of legitimate subjects that is, and his parents supported the habit without question. "Neato. Next thing you know you'll be in National Geographic, traveling across the world taking pictures of man-eating lions and naked native girls." Danny laughed and hung up his keys, "Yeah or maybe I'll stick it on my sniper rifle, I hear that's a good way to make money too." "Well only if you get a good corner on the market," his father replied sarcastically. "Mom's bringing home something for supper tonight," his father said. "Should be home in twenty minutes or so." "Okay, I'm going to go up and try this out." He went upstairs to his room and got out his camera, attaching the new lens and pointed it around his room taking sample pictures. The clarity was great. Hoping against odds that Ms. Birch might be outside again, he went to the window in the hall and looked down into her yard with the camera. She wasn't there of course, but he zoomed in on her chair and was able to see it in perfect detail. Then a new idea occurred to him: Why stop with just looking in her back yard? The two houses had windows in roughly the same spots, facing each other. He went into one of the guest rooms and peaked through the blinds. The window opposite, on Ms. Birch's house, was blocked by curtains. He went across the hall to the next room. His parents slept downstairs in a garage that had been converted into a large bedroom, leaving the upstairs floor mostly to him. They only came up to get things out of one of the rooms or to put something into storage. Looking in this second room, Danny was ecstatic to find the window on the other house to be curtain-free. Excitedly, he flipped on the camera and aimed it at this window hoping she might be in there. He was disappointed to find that she wasn't, but from the looks of the room he guessed it might very well be her bedroom! He hoped that she would leave this curtain open to do a little nude modeling for him later. After passing a few hours on the computer, he glanced at the clock and saw that it was 9:07. He had no idea of what her bedtime schedule was, but he figured that it was like most people's and would fall within a window of two hours or so from then. He went downstairs to say goodnight to his parents then shut his bedroom door from the outside; if they happened to come up, a very rare likelihood, they would see his door shut and believe him to be asleep. He went into the second guest room and shut the door behind him. Leaving the lights off, he pulled up a chair to the window and sat down waiting for Ms. Birch to make an appearance. The light was on in the room, a good sign that it was indeed her bedroom. After about thirty minutes of waiting, which to Danny may as well have been thirty years, there was movement that stirred in her room. Excitedly, he turned on the camera and looked in. There was Ms. Birch wearing a black nightgown, combing her hair. She was facing away from him, but he was still hypnotized by her figure. The detail he was getting from the camera was amazing to him. He could even see the flowery pattern on the gown with perfect clarity. Much to his delight, she turned around revealing that the robe was open. She was wearing black lingerie underneath, almost as good as her bikini. With a lightning fast trigger finger, he snapped off photos. The lighting in the opposite room was adequate enough to make the pictures visible without losing too much clarity; certainly enough for him to masturbate to. Ms. Birch slipped off the gown and laid it on a chair. She turned back away, giving him perfect shots of her panty-clad ass. She unhooked the bra and flung it on the chair with the gown. Danny was snapping pictures off as fast as the camera would allow; he half expected it to start smoking. From the angle that she stood, he could just see the side of her breast. He anxiously hoped that she would turn around for him, but she walked out of view A second later, he saw a pair of panties fly across the room, then the lights went out. "Godammit!" he muttered. After staying at his post for a few more minutes, just to make sure, he called it a night and went to his room, masturbating fiercely to the new pictures. The thought of her sleeping nude sent him over the edge. Wiping up, he sank into bed and went into a deep sleep filled with odd sex dreams. ************** When he woke up the next morning, he got up and opened the pictures from the previous night. His 'morning wood' demanded attention and he wasn't one to refuse. He got off quickly and went downstairs to get something to eat. It was 8:57, so his parents had already left for work. He wondered what Ms. Birch did for a living since she never seemed to leave the house for work. "Must have some kind of home business," he thought. Having three hours until noon, when Ms. Birch normally began her sunbathing, Danny went and took a shower. He stroked himself off again in the hot water, imagining what it would be like to fuck her brains out. After drying off, he began the long wait till noon. After what felt like an eternity, noon finally rolled around and Danny took his post at the hall window, waiting for the display of flesh; Ms. Birch didn't show up however. He waited until 12:15 and was about to call it quits, when out of her door, she came strutting out, wearing a black thong and super skimpy bikini top. She walked to the lounge chair and set her lotion and sunglasses down, bending over so that her ass was pointed towards Danny's window. The thong did little to conceal her. She laid down on the chair, putting her hands behind her head so that her chest stuck out. The bikini top was little more than two small patches of cloth that covered her nipples, the rest of her full breasts were bulging out of the tight top. Danny was snapping off pictures left and right, zooming in to her tits or getting nice shots of her camel-toe. She smiled to herself, able to make out that he was at the window again taking pictures. With a devilish smile, she sat forward and unhooked the top, letting it fall from her breasts. Danny about had a heart attack. She ran her hands over her breasts, feeling their fullness and gently squeezing them. Her nipples were aching, so she brought the tips of her thumbs and forefingers to them and rolled them around, lightly pinching them. She put her hands together and stretched them behind her head, arching her back and pushing out her breasts. Then, she ran her fingers down her chest, stopping to squeeze her breasts again, then continued in a V-shape down to her crotch. She rubbed outside of the material, lightly thrusting her hips as she did. Her head turn to the side and she slipped her fingers into the bottom, rubbing her pussy with direct contact, making an 'Ooo' shape with her mouth. From this angle, it only looked to Danny like she had turned her head to the side, but in reality she was looking right at him, crazily lusting for him. She continued rubbing herself, having some difficulty with the g-string getting in the way. "Well hell," she thought, "my top is already off. Why not make things more interesting?" Standing up, she hooked her thumbs into the thong and slowly slid it down her legs and stepped out of them. When she sat back down on the lounge chair, she kept her legs spread, openly showing off her shaved pussy to Danny. Her hands slipped back down and she continued to rub. At the window, Danny was going nuts. The camera had the capacity to hold about 500 pictures, but he worried that it might not be enough at the rate that he was snapping them off. With both hands tied up in holding the camera, his cock was sorely wanting some release. Ms. Birch had grown so horny that she decided she wanted his cock. Not later, but right then. She gathered her things and walked into the house, without getting dressed, if putting on the garments could be considered 'dressed'. Danny thought she might have looked up and seen him at the window, and he panicked. Going back down the hall towards his room, he stopped in his tracks as the phone rang. Busted! He nervously went to answer it and heard Ms. Birch on the other end. He prepared for the verbal assault she was inevitably going to launch at him. "Hi Danny, this is Ms. Birch. I hate to bother you, but I have another little fix-it job I was hoping you could help me out with." Relieved, he answered, "Sure Ms. Birch, what's the problem?" "I wanted to get in my jacuzzi, but something is wrong with it." "Uh, well I'd love to help, but I really don't know anything about plumbing. Your best bet would probably be to call a plumber." Not about to let him get away so easily, she pressed on, "Well maybe you could just come take a look at it anyway. Maybe it's something really easy." "Okay. I'll be over in a minute." He guessed that she wanted to get in and masturbate herself silly in the jacuzzi, and that she would already be horny when he went over. Maybe he might catch a break and get some real close up views. Or maybe even the ultimate close up view, that of his cock buried in her wet pussy. Almost tripping and falling on his face as he left his front door, he hopped off the porch and trotted over to her house. He found the front door ajar and went in without knocking, anxiously hoping she might still be in her super-skimpy bikini. "Up here Danny," she called from upstairs. Following her voice, he mounted the stairs and went into the bathroom. He found her standing next to her jacuzzi wearing a short white cotton terry robe. The top was very loose, showing off her cleavage. He had a feeling the bikini was not on under the robe; his cock was already straining to be freed. "What's the problem?" he asked, his voice a little more airy than usual. "The water comes in just fine, but whenever I try to turn on the jets, they won't work. I don't know what's wrong, they were working fine yesterday." "Hmm, okay I'll see if I can find the problem. No guarantee though, I'm no expert." "Thanks I really appreciate it!" Danny turned on the faucet and, like she said, the water was coming through just fine. Not really knowing what he was doing, but not wanting to leave her presence, he continued trying different things to find the source of the problem. He walked around to the back of it and found the control panel; the jets had been set to 'off''. "Oh. I think this is the problem," he said. Walking around to where he was kneeling, she said, "Oh? What's wrong with it?" "I think the jets have been turned off. Have you been cleaning back here recently? Maybe you hit the knob without realizing it." "I guess so. Show me which one," she said, bending over so that the front of her robe was open and her breasts hung down. "This one," he said, pointing to the knob. He glanced over as he said it and was greeted with the site of her breasts. "Uh, this, this one here. Just has to be turned to, uh, on." "Oh I see! Well turn it on and I'll make sure," she said as she turned on the faucet. "Okay. I'm sure that had to be it." "Glad I didn't call a plumber! I would hate to look stupid in front of a total stranger; it's not that bad looking stupid in front of you," she smiled. Looking Out My Window "Nah you're not stupid, it was an easy mistake to make," he smiled back. Putting one leg out, she asked, "How's my tan? I've been out in the back this week trying to get a nice one." "Uh, it looks great. Very nice," he stammered, very aware of what her tanning routine had been. "Thanks, glad you think so. I had hoped it was coming in good, but hearing it from a nice young man is all the more encouraging," she said, putting her hand on his back in a friendly manner, though lingering a bit longer than friendly, feeling his muscles. She looked back to the tub and saw that the water was getting to a good depth, and walked over to it. Danny watched her every move in a lustful gaze, wishing that he could just rip off the robe and bend her over the tub to fuck her. Bending over, she hit the on switch for the jets, then dipped her fingers into the water to test the temperature. In this position, the robe had ridden about half way up her ass, showing off a good portion to the lust-crazed boy. The jets kicked on with a quiet hum. "Yep, there they go," she said. "Mr. Fix-It solves the problem again! Thank you so much!" "No problem, Ms. Birch. Glad to help again." "I'm going to have to find a way to repay you though, such generosity shouldn't go without reward." "Ah that's okay, just glad I could help out." "You're so sweet," she said, and leaned in to kiss his cheek. Before her lips could touch his cheek, he turned his head involuntarily and pressed his lips to hers. It was only a light kiss, but a moan escaped him. Realizing what he had done, he jerked away and said, "I...I'm sorry Ms. Birch, I didn't mean....I mean I shouldn't have..." She put her finger on his lips and said, "Shh. It's okay. I didn't mind. But I think what you really wanted to do was this." Her lips pressed to his again, this time more passionately and they shared a deep kiss. His hands moved to her waist, then up her back, pulling her into him. She felt his erection bulging from his pants and broke the kiss. "Let's see if we can't take care of that," she grinned. She grasped the belt of her robe and pulled on the knot, letting the front fall open. Her head tilted to the side as she slipped the robe off her shoulders slowly, letting it fall to the floor. "There, that's better." Danny stood looking at her, breathing hard; he was hardly able to believe what was happening. He didn't know what to do next. Luckily for him, she smiled and began to unbuckle his belt. As she pulled down his pants, his cock sprang out like a prisoner who finds freedom. "Oh God," he panted. "God, Ms. Birch." "Call me Jessica," she said, pulling his shirt up over his head. "Here, come sit on the edge of the tub." He moved to the tub as she ordered. She took his cock into her mouth, her hands reaching up to his chest and rubbing. He closed his eyes and let his head fall backwards, the feeling of her tongue overwhelming him. Looking down, he stared with disbelief as she bobbed up and down on him, her tongue dancing around his cock with every thrust. She looked up at him and smiled lustily, his wet cock plopping from her mouth and slapping her chin. "Do you want to fuck me Danny?" "God yes, please let me fuck you." She stood up and pushed him into the tub. He fell back with a big splash of water, some spilling over the sides. She climbed in with him, but remained sitting on the edge with her legs in the water. Danny moved to her and began to explore her body. The breasts that he had been so obsessed about were now in front of him, begging for his attention. He moved his mouth to one of her erect nipples and kissed it, making her moan with pleasure. She ran her fingers through his hair while he sucked on her breasts, whispering little obscenities to him, urging him on. Sensing that she wanted him a little lower, he moved her smooth legs over his shoulders and began to lick her pussy. "Oh God..." she moaned. "Oh fuck, Danny." He licked up the center of her pussy, making her squirm with delight. Using his fingers, he spread her lips and licked at her clit. She clenched her ass muscles and pushed her pussy up into his face, her moans turning into whimpers. He stuck the tip of his finger into her ass and lightly stroked. "Fuck Danny, you're so good at this. Oh yeah, fuck!" she said, her panting becoming heavier. Her orgasm was speeding forward. Danny continued to focus on her pussy, her juices running down his cheeks, sending him into a sort of lustful rage. Remembering something he had read on a porn site, he inserted a finger into her pussy and hooked it, searching for her G-spot. After probing her for a moment, she tensed up as he hit the magic spot. She felt an urge to pee and grabbed his wrist. "Shit, Danny I think I have to pee." "No, don't worry Ms. Bir...er...Jessica. That's how it's supposed to feel, I think." Still stroking the spongy flesh of her g-spot, he leaned forward and gave her clit a light little flick with his tongue, making her body have little spasms. She giggled and grabbed his head, working him around her pussy, grinding into his face. He began pressing harder into her with his finger, working the little spot with increasing intensity. "Oh that's it," she whispered, "oh, oh, keep going, yeah. Oh yeah, that's it, that's it." She began to ride his finger as her orgasm approached. He was relentless in his approach, quickening his pace and driving her wild. When her orgasm hit, she almost fell off the back of the tub. "Shit!" she laughed crazily, grabbing his head for support, but still bucking wildly as she climaxed. "Fuck! Fuck! Oh, oh, oh, fuck that's so good. Yes lick it! Oh fuck! She slid down into the hot water with Danny, going limp as the last waves of her orgasm fluttered away. He positioned himself over her and brought his lips back to hers, and they shared deep, wet kisses. Breaking their kiss, she said, "Let's go to my bed. I wanna really give it to you good there!" They both got out of the tub and toweled each other off quickly. With his cock still raging hard, he followed behind her into her bedroom. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to the edge of the bed, kissing him and fondling his balls. Then she shoved him backwards and climbed over him, her breasts hanging down and lightly brushing his cock. "You're so beautiful Jessica," he panted while she positioned her pussy over his cock. "What little ole me?" she asked, shaking her tits in his face. She grabbed his cock and lined it up with her pussy, then sank down onto it, letting out a loud grunt. "Fuck! Oh my God! You feel so good!" she cried out. "Oh Ms. Birch. Jessica. Fuck, fuck you feel amazing!" She began to slowly rock back and forth on his cock, placing her hands on his chest for support. At this slower pace, his thrusts were deep and hard, and they were both prolonging the feeling before the truly intense pace set in. "Mmm, that's it Danny. Nice and slow," she panted out, swallowing to relieve her dry throat. "Yeah, nice and slow. Oh fuck." She bent over to kiss him again, and whispered, "Faster." Immediately, he began to thrust up into her pussy at a quickened pace, still holding the kiss. He reached his hands to her ass and pulled her down into him with every thrust. She held the kiss until she was about to explode. "Oh God there it is! Yes! Yes!" she screamed. "Oh yeah! Oh fuck!" She slammed her hips down into him with maddening force and speed, whimpering. "Aw yeah! Shit! Aw fuck! Fuck that's so good Jessica!" Another orgasm hit her and she could barely keep the thrusting motion going as her body tensed up. Danny responded by sitting up and grabbing under her legs, lifting and dropping her onto his cock, thrusting upwards at the same time. "God! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Yes!" she screamed out, her orgasm ripping through her like a freight train. She pushed him back down and continued to grind her pussy into his cock; a chain of orgasms had been set off and one flowed into another. She was driven half crazy from the ecstasy and was grinding away at an extremely intense pace, her whole body trembling from the orgasms. Feeling himself getting perilously close to his own orgasm, and the end of the fling, Danny rolled Jessica of him so that she was on her back. He cooled off for a moment, then moved over her in the missionary position. She spread her legs for him and he put his cock back into her, starting off slowly, but quickly building back into a good pace. "Shit, fuck me. Fuck me Danny. Oh my God, you feel so fucking good. Shit!" "Yeah! You like this? You like it? God! You've had me so worked up! Prancing around in that fucking bikini! You deserve this!" "Fuck me! Oh yeah! Fuck! I'm glad you liked my little shows! Fuck! Yeah fuck me! Fuck my nasty hole! Yeah! Yeah! Shit!" To her delight, another orgasm had worked its way out from her and she screamed with pleasure, wrapping her legs tightly around him while he continued thrusting deep into her. "Oh God! Jessica! Fuck I'm gonna come! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" :"Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Come in me! Come baby, come! Come in me you bastard! Fill my pussy up! Yeah!" Her dirty talk drove him over the edge and he felt his load shooting up through his shaft. With a deep grunt, the first jet of come shot deep inside her, followed by another and another. "Oh! Fuck! Oh..." he grunted, his balls draining into her until he felt the world going dim. Finally drained, he fell into her arms, panting. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs still around his waist, and a smile of satisfaction on her face. She ran her fingers through his sweaty hair and kissed his cheek. "That was amazing Danny. That's honestly the best I've ever had." Danny muttered something unintelligible, still recovering from the intensity of the sex. "As good as that was though," she said, still catching her breath, "I think you can do better. I think we should try again." Lifting his head up off her shoulder, he said, "What? Now?" "Of course not now!" she laughed. "Even if you could bring that monster of a cock back to life, my pussy is still trying to recover from you! But I think we could do better later. What do you say?" "Yes! Yes I wanna do it again! Fuck, you're amazing. I'll fuck you anytime you want it!" "Careful what you promise though," she smiled. "I'm probably going to want to fuck you pretty often. At least ever hour or so!" "I'll do my best, Jessica." "Mmm, good boy. So nice having a handyman around." They spent the rest of the afternoon together, making love and doting on each other. That night, he told his parents he would be staying with a friend and probably wouldn't be back for a day or two. Over the course of that time, Danny and Jessica got to know each other, and each other's bodies, very well.