I had the skinny, sexy redhead's 18th birthday circled on my calendar at work, in a big, fat red circle.
Working at an IT company with mostly males and ugly women (sorry, it's true), and with my wife not exactly being an eye-catcher any more these days, it was easy to fixate on Riona. She looked pretty traditional Irish, with long red hair mostly down to her slim butt, she was taller than the average teenager but had a ridiculously slim body. Flattish chest, small tight ass, skinny legs. If you're into rail-thin girls, and I am, Riona was fucking eye candy. Her face, too, was easy on the eyes. She radiated a smile all the time from her thin lips, she had light freckles across her bony cheeks, and her green eyes were playful albeit shy.
Riona was the daughter of one of the founders of the company, and thankfully for nepotism, she started working as an intern a couple years ago even when she was just a sophomore in high school. Eventally she even had a "staff," bossing around two grown women who were both dipshits and couldn't tell you the difference between pee and pooh. The redhead basically ran the fulfillment documentation department, making sure our company kept good logs of each order we shipped out to support techs in the field.
Now, let's be clear. I'm not stupid, I have kids. I wasn't going to get in any way connected to her until she turned 18. Hell, I barely talked to her at the company -- she'd know my face, that was about it. But I'd heard the date of her 18th birthday was coming in the Fall, and at that point, she was fair game, right? And I wanted to know exactly when I might get to give her some special attention, so I snuck into the HR department one day at lunch and stole a look at her personnel file. Yup, just like I heard, there it was, a date smack dab in third week of October. So I circled it on my calendar, biding my time, waiting for it. I continued to ignore her around the company, no one could possibly accuse me of anything inappropriate with her.
But that morning, on the day of her 18th birthday, I was horny as fuck when I woke up. My wife had no fucking clue, and I wasn't really sure I did either. I'd been banging some college-age girls on the side -- we have a big university in our town -- and, honestly, Riona wasn't even as pretty as some of the girls I'd fucked. Maybe it was just the knowledge that she was legal now, and so I could flirt with her and seduce her.
Fairly said, I wasn't interested in seducing her. I wanted to fuck her. I knew if she got a look at my penis, like all the college girls did, she'd want me to use it on her. I have a fucking great cock, it's eight solid inches of manhood, and fatter at the base then most girl's fists. I'm in great shape, I work out every night, making sure my arms, back, tummy and legs are appealing to other females. Don't get me wrong, I love fatherhood, but I also love making other women cum hard and scream my name. "Oh, Brian! Brian, fuck me!" Yeah, I live for it.
Getting dressed that day, I put on a pair of nicely-pressed slacks and a fitted dress shirt, which would show off the firm curves of my pectorals and flat stomach. Even just standing in the mirror in my bedroom that morning, my ignorant wife floating around me, I was rehearsing in my head what I might say to get the girl's attention. What excuse could I use to flirt with her, see if she wanted to get coffee or go to lunch or something. The obvious thing was, hey it's your birthday. But I'm not about being boring and trite. Needed a better excuse.
Of course, she was still in high school. She got out early each day to come to the office, I guess she was getting some kind of school credit for having an actual job and being productive. She's not even in every day, so I couldn't be sure she'd be there. It was her 18th birthday, right? But someone said she was taking off the next afternoon for a birthday "event," which meant, I'd probably see her that very day. It was just a matter of biding time, waiting for her classes to end and her to come over to the office.
"Hey, Riona -- that's your name, right?" It was about 2 p.m., and she must have just arrived within the last few minutes. I noticed her fine, skinny figure down in the coffee room, so I strode quickly to it to catch her there.
Like I said, she didn't know me well, except from seeing me at company meetings and just being around the office. We never interacted much, and I doubt we ever had much of a conversation before that day. So I pretended I might not know her that well, and the ruse worked. She blushed when I asked if that was her name, a crimson shade brightening her cheek underneath her light freckles and surrounded by that long, flowing red hair.
When she said she knew my name was Brian, I said I heard it was her birthday so, you know, happy birthday. She thanked me sweetly. Just standing there talking to her, looking at her pretty face, my eyes wandered. Down her slim body my eyesight traveled, noticing the little bumps of her titties inside her white blouse, and the thin shape of her hips, with her skinny legs sticking down below her knee-length skirt. This 18 year old was hot, she was young and slim and undoubtedly would look awesome when naked.
Now, I'd rehearsed that morning what to say to her. Didn't use them. Out the window. Just seeing her smile, and checking out her body, I noticed something else, too. She was checking me out, and her green eyes had definitely fixated on the bulge of my slacks. Seriously, I was only semi-hard, but the girl had noticed my package in my crotch, and for a full couple of seconds, she just stared at it. It made my awesome cock ache a little, start to fill up and get harder.
"So you know what," I said to her, waiting for her eyes to glace back to my face, "it being your 18th birthday and all, don't you need to celebrate it in some really fun, 18-year-old way?" She could see I had something in mind, so she didn't respond. I joked, "You're 18, right, don't you want to go out to a bar and get really hammered, drink every kind of alcohol they make?"
The teenager didn't take me seriously, she giggled at the stupid line. "Um, I think that's for when you're 21," she corrected me, snickering, knowing I was teasing.
I acknowledged her correction with a nod, then said, "Well, maybe there are other ways you can celebrate -- you know, actually, I have a gift for you, it being your birthday and all -- kind of a tradition here." It wasn't any kind of tradition, I was lying. "I mean, you being 18 and all, thought you might like something." My dick was getting harder as I said it. "You wanna come back to my office for it?"
She didn't have a clue, or at least, she didn't act that way. "Um, sure."
We headed across the floor, towards my office in the back corner. Only my secretary's station was nearby, and she wasn't there at the moment. As we walked shoulder to shoulder, small-chatting about the dark color of the hallways, part of me was questioning whether this was really a good idea. She was one of the founder's daughters, after all.
Yeah, but she was a girl, and the way she noticed my package? I'd seen that look in other females, I didn't have any fears this would go badly.
Ushering her into my decent-sized office, I peeked back to make sure no one saw us there, and I closed the door -- casually standing in front of it, hiding my hand reaching behind myself to lock it. The skinny 18 year old spun in the middle of the floor, backs of her thighs against the front edge of my desk, looking at me innocently. As I leaned against my door, my knees parted, my erection was growing harder, and the bulge getting more obvious in my tight slacks. I grinned, seeing the redhead once again staring at my crotch, noticing the size of the bulge.
