Author: Pescador del Valle Title: Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Part: Chapter 21 of 25 Universe: PdV's Boy Meets Girl Meets Girl Summary: A romantic view of the unusual erotic encounters of three older teenagers Keywords: Mf, oral, rom Language: English Copyright: 2003 ********************************************* * WARNING! * * This text file contains sexually explicit * * material. If you do not wish to read this * * type of literature, or you are under age, * * PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! * ********************************************* Comments appreciated : see Pescador del Valle on www.asstr.org/authors.html ********************************************************* Cilla, Sonia and I had forged an unlikely and highly erotic three-way relationship. Sonia had been given a part-time job with my father's firm which was fortunate since that was where I now spent most of my time. ********************************************* It felt strange not having to go to school any more, at least until my business course started and that, I was sure, would be a totally different experience. The break my father had allowed me was over and I was now working full time for the family firm. I had been working my way around various positions on a part-time basis for the last couple of years, essentially learning the business from the ground up. I hadn't been treated any different from the other part- time high school staff other than I got transferred around a bit more - certainly there was no nepotistic advantage; being the boss' son didn't stop me getting bawled out if I stuffed up & that helped make me more acceptable to my peers. All the people I had been seeing on a daily basis for I don't know how many years now started going their own ways as well. Some had holiday jobs until they started university, others had gone straight into the workforce and some lucky ones had managed to get an extended vacation. With her annual break over Cilla was also back at work and Sonia had started back at school - her final year. Our time together over the last few weeks had been wonderful but within another two or three weeks both Sonia and I would again have homework commitments that would eat into our free time. This was further complicated by my schedule which had me working weekends to make up for being released for part- time study. At least Dad was allowing me some leeway; I got Sundays off and two half days on the days I was attending campus. "Big deal!" I ungratefully thought until I found he had looked at Sonia's resume and, following an interview with her, had decided to employ her part-time with the possibility of a traineeship while she studied. As I knew he paid better wages than trainees normally got I was sure she would find the offer attractive. She was looking at following her mother's career choice in Accounting but hadn't liked the idea of working at her practice. Initially she, like me, would be getting to know the business. I suspected my father had considered my "interest" in Sonia and felt it might be a case of consolidating the operation of the business in yet one more pair of "family" hands. Regardless, it meant we would be sharing most Saturdays at work - okay not together a lot of the time, neither of us could afford to get in trouble for spending too much time with the other, but a smile, a quick word or even a kiss in passing when alone wouldn't be bad. Sonia could see Cilla during the week and the three of us could get together Saturday nights and Sundays. I could pick Cilla up after work on my afternoon off and we could meet with Sonia for a little while or get some one on one time together, depending on Sonia's timetable. None of it perfect but not unusual when juggling not two but three people's other commitments. The holidays had spoilt us a little and reality was now settling back in. Sonia's first week back at school coincided with her first week of work and, since she hadn't yet fully gotten into the swing of assignments and heavier homework, she agreed to come in on the Wednesday night to learn how to do a stock-check. This wasn't a full stocktake as we were only checking some nominated lines to see if there were any major deviations or stock deterioration; it was no good having plenty on hand if it had gone bad. In a dramatic show of trust, I was assigned to partner her and we were given a small slab of printouts and left to ourselves. As there were only a few people working and we were spread over a number of storage areas we could expect to be left undisturbed for most of the evening. We got down to work quickly. It's surprising how much productivity you can achieve if you ration yourselves to a hug and a kiss ONLY on the completion of a page. Suspecting that this was likely to be a test of our behaviour, we did stick to that schedule and found we had finished in just over half the time I had expected. It had helped that the stock in question had been neatly stored EXACTLY where it was supposed to be. We ended up in a storage room on the far side of a large warehouse. It was nice and quiet and, with clear consciences, we snuggled together in the warm privacy. I leaned back against a slightly dusty desk and Sonia leaned into me, her arms around my neck, mine circling her waist. I bent down to meet her lips and found her tongue questing between mine. I made contact and we stood there for a few minutes as our passions rose. I slid my hands down over her ass and couldn't detect any panty line. I felt around and found the thin strap descending between her butt cheeks. The warehouse had a bell on the door so we would know if anyone came in and they would take a couple of minutes to walk down to the room; we had time if we wanted. I certainly did and Sonia soon indicated she was of like mind. I helped her slip her slacks off and neatly folded them over the cleaner back of a chair before taking her in my arms again. I cupped her bare ass in my hands and kneaded the firm muscles of her pert derriere. Sonia had pulled out my shirt and had slipped her hands up inside it to play with my nipples. It felt nice and she noticed the obvious sign of both my approval and my arousal. Grinding her pubes against my crotch she rubbed back and forth against my erection. I reached back to undo her bra but she shook her head while still playing tongue fights with me. Our lips parted. "It's all right. I don't think we've got a lot of time. I'm wet and I want you in me." She pulled down my zipper and undid my belt. My pants fell to my ankles and two seconds later my shorts did the same. Sonia turned and quickly stepped out of her thong before leaning over the desk with her legs apart. I needed no further invitation. I reached between those slender legs and found she was indeed wet. My thumb slipped easily past her pussy lips and inside that warm cavern. I withdrew it and took my place behind her. Bending my knees slightly I got into position with Sonia's hand guiding me to her desirable target. I slipped inside then pulled back and plunged deeply in. We both agreed it felt wonderful. Sonia was resting her arms on the desk and I had my hands on her shoulders. She laughed as she noticed the round marks her breasts had made in the dust and brushed them away; no sense leaving any evidence. When she leaned forward again I leaned forwards too and kissed her back; then I stood and started gently fucking my lovely little girlfriend's tight twat. As I thrust forward she leaned herself back, pushing against the desk and impaling herself firmly onto my prick. She rose up a little and I noticed her hands cupped under her breasts, arms crossed on the desk top. The tempo increased with our passion and it seemed fitting that the crescendo was accompanied by the loud ringing of the bell. Damn! Oh well, it could have been worse, it could have rung a couple of minutes earlier. "Glyn? Are you in here?" We scrambled as quietly as possible for our clothes. "Yes. Just finishing up back here." I had pulled my pants up quickly not realising Sonia's G- string had fallen inside. I was presentable again while Sonia was looking around for the missing item of clothing. "I'll stall", I said and I grabbed a sheaf of paper and headed out into the warehouse. "How's it going?" the Stores Manager asked. "Just finished. No major variations. One item looks a bit funny and I think you should have a look at another." I showed him the marked pages. "I know about this one; there's a docket that hasn't been entered yet. It should have been done this afternoon but Laurie had to leave early. Let's see the other one. Hmm." Sonia came up behind us. "Some idiot probably left them outside in the weather. Let's go see. Oh, hello there. Find it interesting?" he addressed Sonia. "Yes. It's been fun." As we walked back to the other storeroom I felt something in my pants leg. Sonia's thong was heading for the floor. I dropped back and gave my leg a shake or two then pulled the missing item out and slipped it into my pocket. I caught up again and surreptitiously showed it to Sonia. Her face showed her relief. When I returned them to her later she told me she was worried that we would have to go back and look for them and wasn't sure when the warehouse was going to be locked. We tracked down the damaged items - they had perished and the storeman made a note against the line. "Well done. We are going to have to review that range to see if there are any other problems; but not tonight! You've got through fairly quickly and there's not much point you sticking around. I can't really get you to take over any of the other groups' sheets; they'll have most of them done too. You may as well piss off then. Have a good night." "Goodnight", we chorused and went to sign off while he secured the buildings. I took Sonia home and sat talking with her and her mother for a while before being given a very warm goodnight kiss. Sonia's first taste of paid work had been very rewarding. ----- Sonia had been coming in for three months now and had been working in the office each Saturday learning to use the computer to enter in the invoices and to prepare the monthly customer statements. The Office Manager had found her competent and responsible. Those items that came up from time to time that needed her input were put aside by Sonia who then got on efficiently with the rest of her work. Sonia therefore found herself in the office one Saturday morning with just her manager. One of the other office staff was on annual leave and the other had called in sick. "Damn", said the Manager, a middle-aged woman who, though no great beauty, had retained a fine figure which got appreciative stares when she wandered through the premises. "I've got a meeting with our auditor. I was supposed to see him yesterday but he had to cancel and since we have to have the signed off reports with the Board on Monday he agreed to go over the final details with me today. I'd just courier them but he has some queries. I hadn't planned on leaving you alone. Will you be okay?" Sonia considered her desk. "I've got these to enter; they should be straight forward. That will take an hour or so, then I can work on those spreadsheets you were talking about if you want." The Manager considered. She would be responsible for the junior but that was a reasonable workload. "Okay. Here's the number if you need to get in touch but I don't expect anyone will come looking for me. Saturday's usually a good day for getting things done." "Just take down any messages", she continued, "There's not going to be anything earth-shattering anyway. See you in about three or four hours then. Lock up if you go to lunch. Peter's got a master key if you need to get back in." "Bye", said Sonia and settled down to work. She was just finishing off her first spreadsheet when I turned up to see if she was ready for lunch. We normally took our bag lunch out to the park and strolled along the river or through the gardens. (So! We don't spend ALL our time together having sex.) I was surprised that she was alone. When she explained, I asked who would be answering the phones; normally the staff staggered their lunches to cover any incoming calls. "Marnie didn't say. I suppose I should stay today." "Yeah I suppose so. When will she be back?" "Probably in another hour or two." "We can eat in today then." "Yeah." Sonia saved the spreadsheet so she wouldn't accidentally mess up any of the work she had just finished and got her lunch. I sat down facing her desk and heard a click behind me. Sonia came back beaming. "At least we can have some privacy while we eat." I smiled as I tucked into my own fare. I wondered why she thought privacy important though I knew what I would rather be eating. Sonia finished soon after me and added my scraps to hers when she dropped them in the bin. "Now for dessert." She came around the desk and sat on its edge, facing me. I leaned forward and she held my face against her small breasts. I reached around behind her and with a couple of quick tugs had her blouse out of her skirt and slid my palms over the soft skin of her lower back. They edged upwards and I pictured the hooks and eyes in my mind as I fumbled with the three fasteners holding her bra straps together. The two strips of elasticised fabric flew apart and I sat straighter to give myself better access to the front of Sonia's delightful body. I stood and tilted my head down to kiss those sweet lips while I freed the front of her blouse and lifted the cups away from her beautiful breasts. Sonia unbuttoned her blouse as my hands worked over the flesh beneath. (Maybe we DO spend all of our time together having sex.) Starting at the top button, her neck lengthened to become a shallow valley between the mounds covered by my palms. With each button more flesh was exposed to view; her stomach, her navel in the centre of her taut abdomen and finally the waistband of her skirt. I bent further and took a nipple in my mouth. As I played with it, it crinkled and I drew back to look at the little nubbin that had grown with my wet touch. I was better positioned in the chair and sank again with Sonia's knees spread wide; I leaned in to kiss and tongue her breasts again. One tit in my mouth and another in hand left me with one hand doing nothing. Let's see, Sonia's legs wide apart, one hand free, what should I do? I started by rubbing my knuckle up and down the surface of those soft panties. When I got a chance to look later I found she was wearing lacy blue knickers with high cut sides. With her skirt covering the tops it looked as though her legs could continue bare up to her armpits. I was, however, more concerned with the inside of her thighs than the outside and brushed my fingertips along the smooth skin as I let my knuckle gently knead the soft bumps and lumps through the fabric. Sonia responded by clutching my head to her chest, her fingers splayed through my hair and digging into my scalp as I managed to delight her from time to time. The front of her knickers were starting to feel damp when I slipped a finger around the hem and pulled them aside. With the juices exposed to the air I could now clearly smell her arousal. The fresh smell was more than a little maddening; I needed to taste her. I sat back and looked behind the dishevelled young woman. There was a note pad and folder open and I slid them out the way then I held her arms to support her as she lay back down. Sonia lifted her calves to my shoulders and I looked into the pink, red and gray-brown folds of her pussy. To my aroused senses the smell was overpowering and my tongue protruded from my lips well before they made contact with hers and the delicious nectar. I started lapping at the entrance to her vagina and Sonia resumed her grip on my head. My tongue speared her hole and then travelled along the furrow to her clit as it lay hidden beneath a fold of flesh. Sonia clamped her legs to my ears as a brief convulsion shook her. As it eased I continued eating my dessert as I strove to change tremor to earthquake. Sonia shook, but not from orgasm. Rather the surprise of a telephone ringing in her ear caused her startled jump which almost dislocated my neck. She stopped the fit of giggles that resulted before they made it difficult to be able to talk sensibly. I teased her with my tongue as she pushed at my head while reaching for the handset with her other hand; I wasn't going anywhere. Sonia had teased me in "difficult" situations in the past; giving me a blowjob while a librarian was looking at me came to mind and I wanted to return the "favour". As she introduced herself and the firm she was thumping as quietly as possible on my head but I had clamped her legs against if with my encircling arms ad was content to continue with my meal. It was hard for me not to slurp but harder for Sonia who had to locate the note pad while on her back and still talking on the phone. I relented and sat back then stood to pass her a pen before holding the phone to her ear while she took down the details of the amendment to an order. I quietly slid the zipper of my pants down (it wasn't that easy with just one hand) and reached inside the fly to draw out my engorged cock. Sonia's view was obscured by the pad and her attention otherwise occupied until I leaned into her and skewered her cunt directly on my prick. I don't know what the person at the other end of the phone made of the sharp intake of breath; he must have heard it. Sonia lowered the pad to glare at me. I merely rocked forwards and back having no trouble in her wet socket. The pad lowered again and the glare had changed to one of annoyed pleasure; the annoyance no longer with me but with the long-winded bastard who had nothing better to do than chat to young office girls who had other things to occupy them. She hung up by simply pressing the hook rather then trying to fumble the handpiece back into place. I looked at the switchboard to see that the call had been terminated; I did NOT want the caller to listen in on the rest of our lunchtime. Sonia was now all attention and I alternated between watching her playing with her tits and watching my prick pistoning in and out, dragging her thin lips with it as she engulfed then disgorged me centimetre by centimetre. (An advantage of adopting the metric system is that with only a four inch prick you can boast of double digits - "How big are you?" "I'm packing 10!" - and while 6 inches becomes a porn-star 15. And then think of breast sizes! A boyish 28 in becomes a back-breaking 71 cm.) Our breathing increased in time with the acceleration of our fucking until my whole body stiffened as I spasmed inside her. Sonia felt the emission and reached her own climax as I returned to plowing those now spermy depths. As she arched her back I slowed and eventually slumped over her, kissing her breasts between the clenching hands. Sonia turned her head and reached for a box of tissues that were a little handier then the note pad had been. I took a small handful and, as my shrinking member was withdrawn from her body, I wiped up the pale solution that oozed from between those well worked lips. I took some more as she sat up and dried myself then kissed her quickly before she finished mopping up the mess that threatened to stain her desk. When we were both decorous again, and when the window had been opened to air out the office, I held her in my arms and told her of my love for her. My heart sang with her tender responses. Dining in was much better than a walk in the park.