The Intern
"Should I go talk to her?" "No, I can't. I love my girlfriend." "But she's so cute." That was basically me the whole summer one year. Our firm always hires some college kids as interns for the summer. I always called it slave labor. They are 20 something students and they are paid next to nothing for basically maid duties. Yet all the positions were filled every year. Every single year. And every year, there are some sexy cute female students around. That year was no different, this gorgeous brunette was on coffee duty for my superiors so I, along with everyone working in my department saw her running around our floor every day. It was a joy to watch her jog from the "kitchen" to whoever needed to coffee and I'm certain that EVERY SINGLE male worker watched her intently EVERY SINGLE time. I mean she was exactly the type that turned everyone's heads. Not because she was significantly gifted in any department. Her as was good but not exceptional, she wasn't busty, but she was definitely not flat, and her face was cute, not the typical sexy that the media likes to push in our faces. But even with all that, she carried an aura around her which convinced everyone that they needed her.
Or at least everyone at the firm. Our group chats were filled with horny engineers lusting over her. Some even made a move on her, but she rejected everyone. Well, everyone but me. True I didn't actually hit on her, I decided that my relationship with my girlfriend was too important to risk. So, everyone said I chickened out, saying she would have rejected me too anyway, so there wasn't any risk. But. I still didn't. When the summer was over and she went back to university, I was devastated and glad simultaneously. I knew I'd miss seeing her around. But at least the temptation disappeared for good. Or so I thought.
Summer interns never return for another year. Don't exactly know why, probably has to do with the menial work barely in their field. So, I really thought that I'd be rid of the temptation of the young intern. So, imagine my surprise when, among the interns, I see her once more. I could see that my co-workers were over the moon and their blood definitely wasn't in their brains anymore. Those horny idiots. I was, well, more neutral to her return for the same reasons why I was conflicted about her leaving a year ago. Day 1 was definitely the most awkward. She had to take on a more supervising role among the new interns as she was the only one with experience. She showed the others around, so she walked up and down the office all day. Not jogging like last year but it was enough for our group chat to explode for the first time in year. By the end of the day, I also found out 2 concerning pieces of information. 1) She wasn't a temporary worker this time. 2) She will be assigned to me as an assistant for the whole summer while I work on my current project. "Dear God" I thought. My summer sure looked like a test of my willpower, loyalty, and horniness. And on some level, I was right.
I soon found out that not just her looks were phenomenal. She also had a vibrant personality that filled every room she was in with warmth and joy. We always had a lovely time and she actually helped me a ton. We were working quite well together as a team, my productivity skyrocketed, and I was considered the luckiest motherfucker in the office. Not only was I the only one to get an assistant, but I got her, the girl that every colleague of mine was lusting after. And so was I. The fact that Taylor (that's her name) was also a lovely person while being the cutest sexy person ever made me even more attracted to her. But I was still in a relationship. Before Taylor showed up, I even considered proposing to her. But a while lusting over an inter daily, I didn't think proposing would be the wisest idea. So, Taylor and I became friends. I suspect by some of my less successful subtle glances at her she knew I was attracted, but she either didn't reciprocate or respected my relationship. All was fine between us, until I slipped up at an office party.
We were celebrating us, meaning that I finished my project thanks to Taylor. As you might imagine, even if it was an office party, there was plenty of alcohol present. And being the celebrated one, I had to drink a round with everyone. So, by the end of the night, I was quite drunk. Not blackout drunk or even throw up drunk, but definitely stupid decisions and lowered inhibitions drunk. Again, as the ones being celebrated, Taylor and I were expected to stay longer. There came a point where it was only her, me and a couple of passed out guys only. We were sitting on the copy room floor with beers in our hands just talking. It was then that I did something stupid.
- I really like your shoes by the way.
- What?
- I really like your shoes.
- This Converse?
- Yeah
- What about them?
- I just think you look great in them.
- So, do you think the shoes are pretty or I am?
- Well...
-... - she looked at me like she was mad and curious at the same time.
- I meant the shoes now.
- So, I'm not pretty?
- That's not what I said...
- Don't worry I'm just messing - she chuckled slightly
- You are gorgeous too
I could tell she was blushing and not because of the alcohol. She avoided eye contact completely and shuffled in her seating position.
- Thank you. I love these shoes too. I've been wearing them all summer as you might have noticed.
- I did.
- So, are you into feet or did I just wear them one too much?
- I'm not sure how to respond to that.
- You don't have to. That was really inappropriate.
-...
- Plus, your silence... It says a lot.
- Don't say that.
She just started laughing. It must have been how awkward I said it or just simply the booze, but it was almost hysterical the way she was laughing. When she returned to conscience, she started holding eye contact with me. I swear these were the textbook example of the "fuck me" eyes. I got flustered, I couldn't hold it very long. Which only made her braver. Next thing I know she's scooching closer and closer to me, until she was literally laying on my shoulders. My drunken self completely lacked any control over my body. My heart started racing and pumped blood right into my cock. I got harder and faster than ever before without even realizing. I was preoccupied with her on my shoulders. That was too much input for me already in my state. I only did realize when she pointed it out.
- Is there something in your pocket or are you just excited to touch me?
I quickly tried to cover up. Without much success. At that point it was futile. She already saw what there was to see. And figured out why it happened to. She didn't have to be a genius to connect the dots.
- Since you love these sneakers so much...
Without waiting for a response or even asking the whole question. She unbuttons my jeans and starts pulling it down. I didn't resist. I should have, but at that point, it just wasn't in me. Taylor pulled my pants down, now only my thin underwear concealing my erection. When she reached up to take that off as well and she brushed my cock with her soft hands, I almost immediately came. It was electric that feeling. The guilt, lust and forbidden passion all contributed to the absolute extasy of that one light touch. When she pulled it off and my fully hard cock popped out Taylor didn't say anything. She just gave me a little smirk. Laid back onto her elbows and raised her feet. And grabbed my cock with the soles of those lovely high-top clean white Converses. She put some pressure on it and slowly started stroking it. The slightly sharp edges of the shoes and the coldness of them put just enough "pain" onto me that it led to pleasure I didn't think was possible. I was shaking as she kept stroking me, just the sight of her legs in her shoes would have been usually enough for me to bust, but now, that she was actually here, in front of me, I gathered all my willpower to prevent myself from cumming. And for a while I was successful. Then she tried to change that.
- I can't feel you like this...
