You hadn't always been a wild girl, in fact you always saw yourself as conservative. But things certainly come into perspective very quickly when you're sucking a co-worker off behind a hedgerow, as college students pass by unknowingly, going about their business. This all started one summer in collage when you had landed that landscaping job over the summer, it wasn't your fault that they also hired the guy you had been crushing on for a semester.
It was your second year in college and as a typical poor student you decided to apply for a job on campus. Campus jobs where hard to come by so when your phone rang and a deep male voice asked you to come in for an interview you decided to stack the deck in your favor. You knew you had been gifted with good looks, so most of the time you kept it simple and didn't worry too much.
That day however you got up an extra hour early to do your hair, letting your lush auburn hair flow down in soft curls and framing your lovely face perfectly. Your make-up was perfect and you picked out tight fitted dress pants, which framed your ass perfectly. You admired yourself in the mirror, before putting on a black push-up bra and a white dress shirt which you purposely left the top buttons undone to show a nice amount of cleavage.
Even still you were nervous, as you waited in the interview room you wished you could excuse yourself to the bathroom to rub one out. Masturbating had always soothed your nerves, a handy tip around exam time. Letting your hands fall into your lap, you discreetly tested the waters. The dress pants were thin enough that you could press your panties into your pussy and stimulate yourself ever so slightly.
Desperate for attention you decided to start unzipping your dress pants and get in for real. But you didn't get very far when the door opened a moment later and a voice asked "Miss Skylark?" "Yes that's me!" you answered trying to mask your surprise and fighting your blushing reflex at almost being caught red handed.
Even still you nailed the interview, mostly because the interviewer was a thirty something guy who could barely keep his eyes in his head and his hard-on in his pants. The attention was nice, and he wasn't too bad looking himself, you kept it flirty, even after getting the job. The pent up sexual frustration however was too much, you decided to go finish what you started.
Ducking down the halls of an administrative offices you found yourself leaned up against the wall of a broom closet, dress pants and matching panties hiked down to your knees fingering yourself with delight. It felt so good to be able to run your fingers against your clit, probing between your pussy lips and finger fucking yourself. You didn't last long, your orgasm sending you to the floor of the closet.
Licking your fingers clean and relishing the taste for a moment, before hiking up your pants and heading back out into the hallway. In the back of your mind hoping that no one notices the smell you your sex, which seems so strong right now.
You started the following week, bright eyed and eager. Jason your supervisor, the man who had interviewed you explained your duties. You would be working to maintain the campus grounds, with other students who had applied. Doing landscaping, planting flowers, trimming hedges and mowing the grass. It was easy work, and it gave you lots of time to work on your tan. What you had not expected however was to be working alongside Derrick.
You first laid eyes on him in social psychology last semester, He was a striking figure one that set your imagination ablaze. With dark hair and strong features he had drawn a lot of attention from the other girls in class. He was tall, lean and muscular, you knew because after a couple months sitting behind him gave you plenty of time to check him out.
