Julie knocked on the door as if not wanting to break it. This was somewhat pointless as she was the only person left in the donut shop. She and the person on the other side of the door, that is.
“Come on in,” the person’s voice rang out.
Julie opened the door and walked in, closing it behind her. The click of the lock as she depressed it in the doorknob seemed deafening to her in the otherwise quiet office. Jim Thornton looked up from the paperwork on his desk.
He gazed at Julie, who was dressed in a buttoned white shirt and schoolgirl-like short plaid skirt, holding a donut bag. She was nineteen, with a faultless body and thick, layered brunette hair that didn’t quite make it to her shoulders.
“Hi, Julie,” Jim said. The thirty-year-old manager of the shop put down his pen and smiled.
“Hi. Sorry if I interrupted anything,” she said shyly.
“Of course not,” Jim assured her. “Have a seat.”
The manager’s small office consisted of a couch, two chairs, a desk and filing cabinets. Jim watched Julie walk towards him, her skirt shifting back and forth. She sat in the chair in front of Jim’s desk, crossing her long legs and letting the skirt ride far up her thighs. She placed the bag on the floor next to her.
“What’s up?” the manager asked her.
Julie hesitated, taking in a deep breath and slowly running the fingers of one hand over her top leg, from the bottom of her skirt to her knee.
“I’m thinking of moving out of the dorm into an apartment,” she said. She was a Junior at a local college, working her way through school with various jobs at places whose hours didn’t interfere with her classes.
“Great,” Jim said enthusiastically, then paused. “And you need more money.”
Julie looked at him sheepishly, before a serious look crept over her face.
“I can’t believe how much they want for rent. And the down payment is…,” she began to say.
“I know,” Jim interrupted.
He looked at her for a moment. She had worked for him for almost a year, asking one other time for a raise. In that instance, she had used her body to “influence” his decision. He had privately hoped for another request from her ever since.
Jim looked at the donut bag next to her.
“Are you taking home a snack?” he asked.
Julie’s eyes fell to the bag and back to her boss.
“No. It’s for you…us,” she replied.
Jim needed no explanation. She had brought a bag with her last time, also. This time he knew what to do. He stood and walked around the desk, moving behind Julie’s chair. She watched his athletic body until it disappeared behind her. A shiver went down her spine in anticipation.
“So, you brought me a donut,” Jim said softly. “And you’d like to share.”
Julie nodded silently.
Jim looked down at the young girl, her shirt unbuttoned at the top and her tanned legs extending from under her flared skirt. Her hands clung nervously to the ends of the arms on the chair.
Jim put his hand on the girl’s hair and grazed his fingers across it down to her neck. He felt the warm skin under her shirt collar, then moved his hand to the front of her neck before dropping it to the top button. In one agile move, the button was undone; followed by the next.
The top of her breasts came into view, enclosed in a thin black bra. His fingers slid across the smooth skin of her left breast, then returned to the next button. Using both hands, he reached around her neck and opened each button until he reached the top of her skirt. Jim pulled the shirt out of her skirt and opened the last button.
Julie’s shirt fell open enough for Jim to view most of each breast from above. He watched them rise and fall as she breathed.
A center hook in the front held her bra together. No coincidence, Jim thought to himself. He reached down and unhooked the bra, letting the two halves lay loosely on the ends of her breasts. Julie continued to sit motionless, looking at Jim’s hands or straight ahead. She knew things were about to change quickly.
Jim put his hands on the top of her breasts and let them drift down until his fingers pushed the bra off. He cupped the bare breasts in his hands, holding them gently for a moment. Eventually, he put Julie’s nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and tenderly pinched them.
The young girl sighed audibly. Jim felt his cock harden within the confines of his pants as he manipulated the nipples. They hardened under his touch and Julie felt a familiar twinge travel through her stomach to her pussy.
Jim wrapped his hands around her breasts, which more than filled his grasp. He lifted them and watched as they settled back down within his palms.
He walked around the chair and stood between the desk and Julie, gazing at her briefly.
“Stand up and take off your shirt,” he told her in a calm voice.
Julie uncrossed her legs and stood just inches in front of her boss. She lifted the shirt over her shoulders and let it fall onto the chair. Without pausing, she did the same with her bra.
Jim put his hands on the outside of Julie’s thighs and raised his hands until they disappeared under her little skirt. Julie felt the hands rise over the outside of her panties and onto her ass. Then Jim moved his hands back to her waist and grasped the waistband of the panties. Slowly, he pulled them down, kneeling as they passed her knees and over her feet. He placed the black panties on the chair and took off her shoes.
After standing back up, he looked at her skirt and said, “Take it off.”
Julie unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the ground, stepping out of it and kicking it aside. Jim admired her little waist, the full hips and thighs, the long legs and small feet. His eyes rose back up to her pussy, and the small, thin patch of dark hair above the clit.
Julie felt extraordinarily sexy at that moment, the wetness between her legs increasing by the second. He wanted the man in front of her naked and she knew it was inevitable.
“Take off my clothes,” he told her. She had to deliberately slow down her movements so as not to reveal her desire. Yet, Julie didn’t delay in pulling Jim’s shirt over his head, revealing a well built, if not overly muscular, upper body. She glanced down and unfastened his belt, with Jim’s eyes alternating between her breasts and hands. She unzipped his pants and pushed them down until they fell on their own to his calves.
