I’ve been working for a big computer company for a year and a half. Being a trainee here was a great experience for me. I learned a lot to support computer systems (this is what I had to learn because I’m not a major CS). Since I have been intervening here, many other trainees have come and gone. Some I really liked, while others I was happy to avoid. Most of the other trainees came from regional colleges, but there was a couple here and there from high school. Most of them were in different departments, however. Even so, there is a comaradry among the “grunts” as we surname ourselves, and we often spend our lunch hours together.
A lunch about a month ago, it was the beginning of summer, I noticed the many new people in our ranks who would join us for the summer. Introductions were made, and I quickly learned to know most of the new internals. Being the " patriarch" of the trainees (I had worked there more than two times longer), I was asked many questions about what really would be to do. I was asked by any new trainee.
Although I have seen a lot of interns coming and going in my time, some attract my attention. With some it’s because they’re excellent workers and I can trust them to do things. Others are really fun to have lunch with. They make me laugh all the time. One, about two months after I left, had the most beautiful pair of boobs I think I’ve ever seen. Monica was another one. I couldn’t talk to him that day, because I was busy talking to everyone. It was apparent from the people she was hanging out with at high school.
Monica was breathtaking. It was about 5'4" (I am a bad judge of the height of others… it could be anywhere from 5'2" to 5'5"). She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. She was very tanned (pretty impressive considering it was only the end of May). Her body seemed pretty good, but I couldn’t really say because of the clothes she wore. Sometimes dress clothes are not everything that reveals. But I deduced that everything was immaterial because she was in high school. I thought the oldest could reasonably be 17. It would be four years between us. Now, it can’t make a lot of difference when you’re much older, but now… (especially the age of consent is 18 in this fine and conservative state).
I worked for a week before I joined her in the building. I had to miss lunch this week because I was with a system analyst on a customer site. I was in the mail room to check my mail and make some copies of a customer request form when it came in. She didn’t notice me right away and started placing a few letters in their respective mailboxes. I said hello and she turned.
“Oops… sorry to scare you,” I said.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t see you when I came in.”
“How’s your job?”
She told me she wasn’t too happy with her work. It was boring for her. She was a “grunt” in the real sense of the word. She did all the work that no one else wanted to do, like making copies for everyone in the branch, file stuff, and delivering the mail. If you hadn’t guessed, she was at the administrative department.
I did my best to comfort her, telling her that it would be better because people realized that she could do better work and more complicated tasks. I said that while I left the mail room on my way back to a work room to do more of my work. I was surprised when she followed me there, continuing our conversation throughout the road.
I sat down, and she said, “This is where you hid!” I explained I’ve been there since last week. She said she was wondering what happened to me. It happened to me she was looking for me. I was flattered. But not optimistic. We talked for a while and she went back to her department.
We talked about it a few times in the next two weeks. Everything was fine, it seemed. But I was reluctant to do something because I didn’t want to compromise our working relationship. I thought nothing would change.
It was Friday afternoon, and I was just sticking a few tips on two different projects that I finished earlier this day. There was a blow on the door of the work room (I had closed the door to close the noise of marketing representatives chatting outside. I told him to come in. Monica’s in.
We talked about nothing in general. Then she stopped, trusted, and finally asked, “John, what are you doing tomorrow? Do you want to get together?”
I was amazed. Simple and simple. I didn’t expect that.
“Ahh…sure, I’d love to. What are you thinking?
It turned out she didn’t think so far in advance. We decided one day at the beach. We took a moment and a place to meet, and then she left. I sat down and wondered what was really in her mind. She was beautiful, but she was still 17. I never felt older in my life. Having a girl (relatively speaking) seems to like you doing this to a person.
I was on time. Actually, I was a little early. I didn’t want to look anxious, but I really couldn’t help him. I waited and waited. She didn’t come. I started thinking I was duped. It simmered me five minutes.
I heard my name be called, but it was pretty remote to sound like it came from any specific direction. I shot a few times to see if I could locate the source. I finally saw her shake. She was already on the beach. Looks like I wasn’t the only one who was anxious.
I almost dropped my towel. It’s a good thing that my sunglasses have mirrors, because my eyes have become very big to see it in a bikini. A little bikini.
She had a little chest, but nothing to complain. It was his legs. They were long, tanned and perfectly shaped. I was surprised. Absolutely. She woke me up from my recruit walking to me and stimidated me. I whispered a greeting in her ear as all my inhibitions about her fled.
We slept in the sun for half an hour. She put her belly for the duration, giving me a big look at her ass. It was pretty and tight and well in shape. It was clear that she had not been at the university to experience the “freshman 15”. She had what my friends and I called like a high school ass. Beautiful.
She jumped and shouted something on “the last is the rotten egg” and took for the lake. I was up and after her, but she always beat me. We ran and dove when the water was deep enough and went to deeper water. We stopped when the water was on my shoulders. She called me a rotten egg, and I chased her. I threw it away as far as I can when I finally caught it. I soon caught her again, just as she listened to her face.
I did as if I was gonna kick her back, but she put her arms around me and stopped. I realized we wouldn’t be at the beach for longer.
She stuck me for a few minutes. I could feel her firm breasts against my upper chest. I pushed her back for 10 minutes. We finally broke up, and I kissed her. Her lips were very full and very soft. They were so hot. Kisses started getting warmer and warmer before we finally broke the kiss. “I wondered when you’d do that,” she said as she looked in my eyes.
“It was just a stratagem to get me out and enjoy me?” I asked by a whip.
“Yes”
“Oh, okay, just check.”
We kissed a little more and she said she wanted to leave. “Let’s go somewhere more private” were his exact words, I think.
We returned to my apartment, a small two-room apartment in the city center. As soon as we crossed the door, everything was deposited with our hands and we met in a heated embrace. After a few kisses, I felt his tongue “cogner” on my lips, so I shared my lips and met his tongue halfway. We’ve been separated from our languages for a while. We took turns; My tongue would search his mouth and his tongue would explore mine.
During this time, our hands have explored the bodies. My hands slipped from her back to her gorgeous ass. I touched both cheeks and found out it was as firm and tight as it appeared. She came to take my ass.
Always lip-locked, I picked it up and we made our way slowly to the room. I took my time so I wouldn’t go on something and kill us both.
I slept on my bed (in fact a futon) and we continue to kiss. Soon I’ve had so much daring to remove her top. Surprisingly, the bra of her bikini left without fighting. They obviously do the clasps of these more complex than the clasps.
My hands slipped her ribs and started to caress her tits. I hit the outside of each one and went down to the bottom. She was hitting my chest, trying to make me take more of her tits. I wouldn’t have. I caressed the sides of them, moving slowly inside. I could say she was getting warmer with passion in her kisses.
I finally reached the nipple, and I started filming it with my thumb. At first contact, she moaned quietly. I played with his nipples a bit and then I brought my attention to his neck. I kissed him and licked him. Periodicly, I moved and I nibble on his ear. I was trying to catch my breath, I went through her ear and she moaned. She liked to blow her ear. So I did this in my routine.
Soon after I lost my shirt, and she played with my nipples. I was already hard and it made me more difficult. I slipped my hands in her bikini background and I squeezed her cheeks. I slipped a hand between his legs and started to feel his clit. She almost screamed. At the same time, I started sucking her nipples. She started grinding against me. Her hand moved to my crotch and she started to blow my penis. I’ve been more daring and I’ve been watching to get his butt off. She pushed me so I could release them more easily. My swimmers soon followed.
We hit each other. I played with her clitoris and I slipped a finger in her. When I did that, she would take me even stronger, almost to pain. I started slipping my finger in and out, and she started shaking. I could say she was on the threshold of an orgasm. A few faster shots and then a very deep thrust with my finger and she shook, her shivering body with her orgasm.
She looked at me with a smile while I removed my finger. You want to sleep with me?
I saw her for a moment. She took my custody again. I didn’t do anything. She positioned herself on my hips, but I stopped her for a second. I found a condom. “We’ll need it so I’m not a father a few years before I’m ready.”
She hit her head. “I’m on the pill.” She explained that she had really bad cramps during her period, and the doctor ordered them to remove them. Apparently, it worked. I made sure she wanted to pass that way, and then I rolled it on her back.
I got against her opening, and I tried to relax. I couldn’t. She was too tight. “Are you a virgin?”
“No, I made love when I was 13. I did it several times. I haven’t made love since.”
I took my time. I moved my penis’s head between her lips, covering her with her lubrication, and then I tried to go back again. It was so tight that it was a little bad. I took my time slipping. I retired and pushed back, leaving me a little bit. I could say I hurt her by a whisper she left out, but she said to keep going. After about five minutes, I was on my way.
We started very slowly, making sure we don’t get hurt. Soon we started getting a rhythm and our tempo picked up. Her moanings got a little louder, and then she pulled to me, tightened me. She yelled right next to my ear, almost deafed me.
She dropped, panting and murmuring “Oh my God.” I continued to grow, although softer and at a much slower pace than before.
She looked at me. “It was so good!” We moved out because she wanted to try to be upstairs. When she turned around, she almost fell. All his strength is gone.
She arrived and slowly directed me. She slipped throughout my length and sighed with pleasure down. She started to move and her moanings hit a fever. I pushed her to meet her on her way. After only a few minutes of this, she cried again with orgasm. “My God! It’s amazing!” I can’t agree. I was very close to the failure point myself.
“Can you take me from behind? I wondered what it is, but I never did that,” she asked. I said yes and we changed position.
I found the hole and I dug. What lubrication will not do! I caught her hips and started bringing her back to me, walking at the same time. I could feel the pressure in my testicles starting to build, and I knew my turn was just around the corner. I started to grow febrially, to lose my pace sometimes. I stuck her last time, as much as I could. She was mocking while she felt my hot sperm in her.
Although I was spent, I continued to push, trying to build on the excitement she received to feel entering her. I felt that her vaginal muscles are starting to tighten, and she started moaning loudly. My thrusts are deeper. I’ve taken myself to the end and I’ve plunged to the end. I felt her body simmering in my hands like she once again orgasmed. We collapsed together and we’re soon asleep.
We woke up around 8:00. She watched the clock and was worried that she came back later than she promised. I told her to tell her mother we were going to dinner. She agreed. A few deep kisses and I brought her back to her car. I kissed her again and I stayed there when she left.