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Date: Wed, 08 Nov 2006 05:10:02 -0500
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Copyright (C) 1998, Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights Reserved

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit, or on another
website without the written permission of the author.  The author may be
contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@airmail.net, or
mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

   A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, File: veronica.txt from
veronica.zip http://www.mrdouble.com

   Veronica Fabian

   A short story by Spangles Muldoon

   Comments?  spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com



   Veronica was dangerous.  Very dangerous, in fact.  She was dangerous to
my career and my sanity, and very likely to much more than that.  Still,
since I can resist anything except temptation, it was an everyday battle
just being around her.

   Veronica was a part of a student work program where she attended class
half a day and worked half a day.  She was a seventeen year old junior. 
She was Hispanic, with long, dark hair and dark eyes.  She was tall, yet
had a petite build.  It was a difficult situation for me in many ways. 
First, she was underage.  Second, while strictly speaking, she didn't work
for me, she did handle a lot of tasks for me and worked with me a lot, so
technically speaking I suppose I was a lead person to her.  An ideal
setting for sexual harassment suit and a statutory charge to boot.  Not
exactly an ideal situation.

   That being the case, I contented myself to look, and she provided
opportunities for that frequently.  She seemed to favor scoop necked tops,
and since she was shorter than me, anytime I came up behind her I was
almost guaranteed a down the top look at her bra.  Occasionally I even
managed a panty shot, but those were harder to come by.  Over time, I
detected (or at least I thought I did) an interest on her part toward me,
but it was not definite enough to act on, at least under the circumstances.

   Eventually there came a week when there was a lot of departmental travel
going on, and it was only she and I there for the entire week.  We both
knew about it for some time in advance.  When she came in on that Monday, I
sent her to do some data entry on a computer in the file room.  It was
about an hour later before I went to check on her.  I knew that the top she
was wearing that day was good for an easy down the shirt shot, so I went to
get it.  I walked up behind her as she was typing away and stood just
behind her left shoulder.  She didn't hear me come up at first, and just
kept typing.  I glanced down and was surprised to see that she had not worn
a bra that day.  The first time I had ever noticed her not wearing one.

   I had a clear, straight look at her left tit, and I looked.  It was
about a handful.  Far more than you could fit into your palm.  The nipple
was dark brown and stood out nicely.  I had the impression that it always
was out like that.  By this time, she had noticed I was there, so I talked
to her about the work she was doing.  She swiveled her chair so that she
was facing me, and even though she was answering me about her work, her
gaze was locked on my crotch.  It was exactly at mouth level for her if she
leaned forward slightly, and since I was in a state of arousal, there was a
very visible bulge.  Her eyes were glued to it.  She leaned forward ever so
slightly, moving closer to my crotch.  As she did, her top gaped open, this
time giving me a full shot of both her tits.  Her nipples were noticeably
harder than they were before.  I cut short our conversation and left.  I
had to.  This was getting too dangerous.

   The next day it got worse.  She wore a loose top again, and I could tell
without even a down the shirt shot that she had on no bra.  She had on a
loose fitting skirt that was about mid-thigh length.  The work I had for
her to do was in Laura's area, so I put her there.  It was about eight feet
away from me, and I had a clear view into the cubical.  We both worked away
for a while, until she turned her chair to face me and asked a question
about what she was doing.  I looked her direction and had a clean view
directly up her skirt.  She had on panties, but they left little to the
imagination.  This was more than coincidence, but it could still just be a
tease.  I needed to act on it in some manner, but it had to be in a way
that would give me an out if I was misreading things.

   She had told me once when I had ridden the bike to work that she had
never been on a motorcycle, and I half-heartedly told her I would take her
for a ride some day.  This was when she had first come to work there, and I
hadn't really taken any real notice of her yet.  At the time, I had said it
not meaning it, but it did give me something of an option to get her away
from work.  I needed more than that, though.  That afternoon I gave her
quite a bit of work to do, and told her that if she finished it all before
noon the next day I would take her to lunch.  The work I had given her
would not take anywhere near that long.

   That evening, I started making preparations.  I went to the Liquor store
and got a large bottle of Cold Duck, which I put in the cooler on the bike
and packed with ice the next morning.  I also called in an order to the
local Deli for a lunch pack to pick up on the way to work the next morning.
I rode the bike to work the next morning, and didn't see Veronica until
almost lunchtime due to some meetings I had to attend.  It was shortly
after eleven when I got back to the office and saw Veronica for the first
time that day.  She had on her usual scoop neck top and appeared to have on
no bra.  She had on a mid thigh length skirt, which is something I had
really not even considered until now.  I hadn't thought that she might not
be dressed to go on the bike.  A slip up on my part, but it could be a
major one and blow the whole plan.  She told me that she had finished all
the work.  I told her that I had forgotten and ridden the bike to work that
day, and that I needed to make a trip home and change vehicles since she
was in a skirt.  She said not to bother, because she wanted to go for a
motorcycle ride anyway, and she could do it in a skirt.  I said okay.

   I gave her my usual new passenger briefing about what to do and what not
to do, and she listened intently.  I let her get on first, taking advantage
of every little peek she gave me in the process.  I helped her with the
helmet and plugged in the interphone, then got on myself and backed out of
the parking spot.  Only then did I start the engine.  I kicked on some
music and the interphone, and told her to get ready.  She slid forward on
the seat and wrapped both arms around me, pushing her pert little tits into
my back, and away we went.

   I told her over the interphone that we were going on a picnic since it
was such a nice day.  I drove to the north side of town to a park I knew
of. It was actually a sports and recreation park for one of the big
companies in town.  It was well off the main road down a long winding
access road that was gated and always locked unless there was a company
function going on there.  Today was no exception.  The thing was, though,
there was a gap between the fence and gate that made it accessible.  It was
too far from the gate to the main part of the park for anybody to walk it
unless they were extremely dedicated, but a motorcycle could fit through
there nicely.  There was the off chance of a bicycler coming in there, but
since it was a weekday afternoon, I felt the odds against it were great. 
She didn't question it when I went through the opening and back into the
park.

   When we got to the end of the main road, I followed a smaller path
through the trees back to the edge of a clearing I knew about and parked
the bike.  When we had gotten off, I opened a saddle bag and took out a
blanket I kept there and spread it out on the ground under a big tree.  I
turned on the CD changer and took the cooler out of the travel trunk.  She
busied herself setting out lunch, and once she had that done, I broke out
the bottle of Champaigne and a couple of glasses.

   We made small talk while we ate lunch and I kept her Champaigne glass
full at all times.  I don't think she really noticed it, but by keeping her
glass full constantly, I drank about a glass of Champaigne and she drank
the rest of the bottle.  It began to show about halfway through lunch, as
she began to get giggly.  She became a lot more open and a lot less
inhibited, and as a result I got a lot more tit and panty shots.  By the
time lunch was over, I had a hell of a hard on, and wanted to fuck her more
than ever.  She was pretty loaded, and I figured it would be easy.

   She was pretty tipsy, and had to lay back on the blanket to let her head
clear.  When she did, I moved closer to her, and asked if she was okay. 
The champaigne was hitting her hard now.  I asked again if she was okay,
then placed my hand over her tit, pretending I was feeling for a heartbeat,
and asking again if she was okay.  She came back with a feeble "yes", and
made no motion to move my hand from her breast.  I began to gently squeeze
and release her tit, massaging it through the top of her dress.  I could
actually feel her nipple beginning to pop up.  She said nothing, but after
a moment of this, moaned softly.  I didn't know if it was pleasure or
champaigne sick, so I took it for pleasure.  I moved my hand lower, and
raised her skirt as high as I could.  She still made no move to stop me, so
I took it as a go ahead signal.  I slid my hand under her dress, working
higher until I got to her panties.  As I got higher, she opened her legs
slightly, which I took as a definite go ahead signal.

   The crotch of her panties was already damp, which was another positive.
I moved my hand ever higher, and started to massage her clit through her
panties.  After a moment of this, her breathing became raspy, and I could
feel her body stiffen.  I knew she was close to orgasm, so I redoubled my
efforts.  The orgasm she had was obviously very intense.  She almost went
into convulsions while she had it, and I was concerned about it a little.
Not concerned enough to stop, though.  I used the opportunity to move her
panties aside and slip my finger in her hole, and I finger fucked her as
she came down from her orgasm.  I used my free hand to open my pants.

   I moved on top of her while she was still in a post orgasmic stupor and
guided my dick to her pussy hole.  I moved it around feeling for her
opening, and as soon as I contacted it, I drove it home.  It slid in
easily, and I began to fuck her instantly.  Her pussy was not overly tight,
but it was snug and had a velvety feel to it.  She was extremely wet
because of her orgasm, but it felt wonderful.  She was actually fucking me
back, rotating and humping her hips in time with my strokes.  I was very
close to coming in her, but held back, wanting to enjoy this as long as I
could.  I picked up the pace, and she matched me stroke for stroke.  She
seemed to be doing her best to make me come in her, and she was doing a
very good job.  I knew I would be sending my sperm inside her very soon.  I
could already feel the pressure building in my balls.

   The only thing holding back my climax was good sense.  Thoughts kept
going through my mind.  Thoughts like I could lose my job over this. 
Thoughts like I could go to jail for this.  Thoughts like I could get her
pregnant.  Still, that didn't stop me from continuing to fuck her, and
eventually, all the thoughts in the world couldn't hold back my inevitable
climax.  I shot into her.  A small shot at first, then strangely enough,
longer and heavier shots each stroke after that until I was drained.  She
continued to match me stroke for stroke while I flooded her pussy, and
began a wonderful series of convulsions in her pussy that literally milked
the sperm out of me.

   We went back to work, and spoke very little the rest of the day.  I
never did get to fuck her again, and it was never mentioned again.



















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