AUTHOR = Nelson
E-MAIL = withheld
I saw her when I was walking along the street yesterday with my wife. She still looked dowdy in an ankle length skirt and a shapeless cardigan, and nobody gave her a second glance. I did, but then I had some things to remember about her that the skirt and cardigan did not figure in. Miss Jones, my manageress when I went to work in an office when I left college.
I was 21, 6 foot 2 inches tall, with blonde wavy hair and a fit and athletic build in those days, before all the beer and the regular meals that married life brings. I'm not so fit or athletic these days, but then, oh boy, did I score with the girls. Captain of the college rugby team, captain of the college squash team, I had those little college girls drooling, especially when I slipped my 9-inch cock into them!
So meeting Miss Jones came as quite a shock. I had taken a job in an insurance office after college, waiting for a job in accountancy at the right firm. O.K. it wasn't what I wanted BUT the money was reasonable and goodness knows I needed the money. So on my first morning I turned up at the office and was introduced to Miss Jones as a new trainee and placed in her charge. I soon found out that being in her charge was the least wanted job in the firm! She was only tiny, about 5 feet 1 in height, and around 27 years old. But the way she acted you would have thought that she was the 6 footer and I the five footer and I was also a naughty or retarded 5 year old in her classroom. It was "bring me this" and "bring me that", never a "please" or a "thank you" and always something wrong. I suppose if you looked at her carefully you might wonder if she could look attractive if she took some trouble over her hair and her clothes, but all I, and the other juniors, could see was a nasty harridan who you could never please.
I almost quit several times over her, but I needed the money (I had just left home and moved into my own flat and the rent had to be paid) so I put up with her bad manners and vile tongue, all the while praying that I would find that job in a nice little accountancy firm soon to be free of her.
Then at Christmas time the big boss called me into his office and asked me to do him a favour. "As you know, it's the Office Xmas Party on Thursday," he said. "I want you to do me a favour. Look after Miss Jones, will you, and make sure she gets home alright." He passed me a tenner for cab fare and dismissed me.
Look after Miss Jones indeed! I could not imagine anyone, even Frankenstein's monster, being a threat to Miss Jones!
The day of the party joined and Miss Jones left early to get ready for the party ("Probably gone to buy an armour plated cardigan to wear," said Tom, the other junior). At eight o'clock we assembled at the restaurant, where we were to have a meal before going on to a club for drinks and there, at the table, was a real fox. It took a few minutes for me (and Tom) to realise it was indeed Miss Jones.
She had had her hair cut in a sort of urchin cut and the way it framed her face made her look much younger and softer and, yes, I have to say it, pretty. The cardigan had gone and in its place was a little red number down to the knee with a top that showed the hint of a pair of tits that were definitely more than a B-cup, if not quite a C-cup. It was just like one of those old films when Cary Grant or someone says to the dowdy secretary, "If you would just take off your glasses and let down your hair," and she does and she turns into Rita Hayworth on one of her best ever days.
Anyway, the evening went on and I couldn't help notice that Miss Jones was drinking rather heavily and that a lot of the men in the office were encouraging her to drink and were flirting with her, and she was flirting back. At the end of the meal we all went out to get into taxis to go on to the club when the big boss came up to me and said that he thought it a good idea if I took Miss Jones home now. I could see his point. Whilst not exactly falling over she was definitely rocky on her feet and had definitely had too much to drink.
So, whilst the others went off to the club, I directed the driver of the cab I was in to the address Miss Jones gave me and soon we were drawing up outside her home. I paid off the taxi whilst she went up to the front door and opened it, and then it happened. As she turned to say goodnight to me she turned her ankle on the high heels she was wearing and came crashing down the front door steps and landed at my feet, out like a light!
What could I do? I picked her up and carried her into the house, shut the front door and lowered her gently onto the sofa in her front room. It was then that I noticed that in falling, or in me carrying her, the straps of her dress had broken and there it was, one nice little tit naked and pointing at me.
Now, had she been nicer to me I would have left her and gone home, but the sight of that nice little titty begging to be sucked got the better of me so I pulled down the dress even more and attacked the nipple with me tongue and mouth. Soon I had those two little beauties stiff and pointing out nicely and she was still out of it, so I quickly stripped her and opened her legs to see a pretty little pussy, nicely shaved, all waiting for me with little pearls of dew on it, probably as a result of my tonguing her nipples. I undid my tie and took off my shirt and knelt between her legs and began giving that sweet little pussy a real going over with my tongue.
Soon she started thrusting her pelvis at me as I licked and sucked on her clit and it wasn't long before she unloaded her nectar in my mouth. I got up and sat next to her, playing with her tits whilst debating whether I should break a lifetime's habit and fuck her whilst she was drunk and out of it when suddenly she opened her eyes, looked at me and said, "Don't stop now, you bastard!"
She undid the belt of my trousers and, slipping down onto the floor, pulled my trousers and pants down to my knees, gasping when my erect 9 incher came into view.
"My, you've been hiding this beauty," she said and then her mouth was attached to the end of my cock and she sucked me so nicely I had to push her away after a few minutes or I would have come in her mouth, when it was her pussy I wanted.
I laid her out on the sofa and mounted her, pushing the whole 9 inches in with no attempt at gentleness. I wanted to fuck her until her arse dropped off to pay her back for the misery she had caused me. She gasped as I hit rock bottom with my balls slapping against her arse and then I began pounding her pussy without mercy as she moaned and groaned beneath me.
"That's it, give it to me, fuck me hard!" she cried as I went in and out of that tight, wet pussy.
She came again, hard, and I felt her muscles contract and spasm around my cock. I must have pounded at her for a good half an hour, slowing down when I felt I was near to cumming, before I knew that I could not hold back any longer. As I started the vinegar strokes, she realised what was happening and pushed away from under me.
"Not inside me," she cried," in my mouth," and she took me in her mouth and started sucking me again. I offloaded into her mouth and she swallowed my cum and then carried on sucking until my hardness was back.
I lifted her until she was kneeling on the sofa and went into her doggy fashion, pounding her arse with my stomach as I ploughed it into her. I looked down at that neat little arse (although it was a little flat for my liking) and watched her anus open and contract as I pile drove into her and drove my thumb deep into her arse. She came like a train when I did, so I carried on thumb-fucking her arse whilst I rammed my cock into her.
After a while she sat me on the sofa and positioned herself with her legs either side of me and lowered herself onto me and began to raise herself up and down on my cock. I grabbed the cheeks of her arse and encouraged her with her up and down movement. Once again she seemed to know when I was about to cum and jumped up and took me in her mouth again. As I pumped my wad down her throat again I looked down at her splayed legs and that little pussy, just starting to contract and red from the pounding I had given it and thought, "I will want some more of that."
"I think you had better go now," she said when she took her mouth away from my cock.
"To hell with that, I want some more, and I also want to do your arse," I said.
"No," she said, "I've never taken it there. No way."
"You loved it when I stuck my thumb up your arse, it'll be even better if it's my cock."
"No, you can come back tomorrow night if you want, and we'll spend the weekend in bed, but you won't get me to do that."
"No arse tomorrow, I don't come back," I said, although I knew that I would come back for that pussy and mouth alone.
Anyway, I dressed and left. The next day in the office she was back to the ankle length skirts and cardigans, although she couldn't do much about the hairstyle that still made her look good. Nothing was said about the night before, although I caught her looking at me a little strangely from time to time. It wasn't until five minutes to the time we went home that she called me over.
"Thank you for fixing things last night," she said, "but if you can come over this night I wonder if you can help me with my back door, it needs some attention."
GERONIMO!!!!
THE END
