*Author's Note: This is based on a true story. Only the name have been changed to protect the guilty. If the story is too long, try reading the short version in a poem of mine called "Loving One" in the poetry section.*
"Hey, Liz!" I called out jokingly, holding up the wood screw that I had swept up along the side of the oven. "You wanna screw?"
Liz glanced over with her cool, heavy-lidded, clear blue eyes. Her full pouty lips curled into a sly little smile. Through the soft smooth fabric of her white turtleneck I could plainly see her nipples harden and protrude through the thin cups of her bra. Just the sound of something slightly suggestive always got a response from her. She looked me up and down, letting her eyes dwell on my crotch.
"Sure," she said with her husky voice. "Let's go!"
She reached out and grabbed the broom handle from my hand and flung it aside with a clatter. She took my hand in hers and pulled me toward the hidden lair behind the bread ovens. To the surprise of her startled coworkers, I followed her to the little oven room hideout.
"Way to go, Robby!" said Old Tommy, the senior oven man.
"Ride her cowboy!" laughed Akim, his assistant.
The other girls, Terrie and Nicole, just watched us pass by, their mouths hanging open, silent for a change. As Liz and I slipped along the warm, narrow space between the ovens and out of their sight, I could hear them begin to chatter about just what was happening. I'm sure that they couldn't believe what they had seen, just as I couldn't believe that Lovely Liz, the boss's daughter, had singled me out for a trip to paradise.
Now I have to admit that I had always kept my eye on Liz and likely would have done anything to have her. She had just turned 20 and worked part time in the commisary bakery where I worked, part of a company owned by her father. I had heard that when she told him that she wanted to attend a school of cosmetology instead of a school of business, he had told her that she'd have to do it the hard way, even if it meant that she'd have to work her way through. Of course it didn't work out quite that way for Daddy's little girl, but she was determined to make her own way. As the afternoon shift supervisor, I was only too happy to have her around, if only as eye candy. She wasn't the smartest girl I'd ever met, but then she had to be the most beautiful.
She was the purest blonde girl I had ever seen, with creamy white skin, smooth as silk, and clear blue eyes the color of a summer's dawn. Her flaxen hair was always perfect, with just the right amount of body and curl to frame her high cheekbones and pretty smile. Her shoulders were narrow and her breasts were a perfect size and shape, firm and round yet with a tantalizing jiggle to them that drove me and the rest of the guys crazy. Her figure was trim with a narrow waist but a perfect flair to her hips. She had what a lot of guys refer to as a heart-shaped butt and a pair of legs that went all the way from here to there and back again, if you know what I mean. She carried herself so well when she strolled past the guys and left them to drown in their drool. Liz was a beautiful girl and there was an air about her that told most every guy that she was unattainable, so don't bother trying. But then she had just dragged me back behind the ovens for a little tryst. Or so I thought.
As we slipped past the racks of oven mitts and pads she pulled me over toward the corner where Old Tommy kept an old wooden chair. She turned to face me.
"Liz, I didn't mean," I began to say.
She held a finger to her lips to shush me.
"Follow my lead on this, okay?" she whispered softly.
I shrugged and nodded.
"Oh, Baby!" she called out in a passionate voice. "Oh, Baby! Oh, Yeah! Just like that!"
"How's this Lizzy?" I whispered, then said in a firm voice, trying to be just loud enough to be heard. "You want it like this? You want some more of this?"
"Oh, yeah, Baby! Give it to me."
We were standing close together in this warm space hidden from sight but not out of earshot. We could hear the echoes of our coworkers talking back and forth about what they thought was happening.
"Oh, Robby! You're sooooo biiiiig!" Liz said, drawing out her last couple of words. "Oh, Robby!"
She began to make some smacking and sucking sounds, that were so convincing that she had to stifle a laugh and placed her hand on my shoulder to steady herself. I managed to slip my hand around her waist and pull her closer to me. I could feel the warmth of her body through the soft fabric of her top. Just out of instinct I began to raise my other hand toward her perfect pair of tits. Before my hand could reach its target, she suddenly turned around and rubbed her ass up against me.
"Oh, yeah, Baby! Give it to me!" she called out with more passion in her voice.
"Liz, you're so tight! Oh, yeah!"
She began to lightly rub up against me. My hands instinctively looped around to cup her beautifully firm breasts. She pulled her elbows down to her side to pin my arms against her. I could still feel her taut nipples pressing against the palms of my hands.
"Oh, Baby! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!" she called out again and again.
She glanced over her shoulder at me for a moment. There was a look of passion in her eyes, as if our little game of pretend was actually producing some heat inside her.
"Uh! Uh! Uh!" I called out to echo her cries. My hips thrust forward to rub against the sweet curves of her ass. I was sure that she could feel the effect that this was having on my cock as it grew firmer with each movement.
She continued to dry hump me and brought her hands up to rest on mine. She began to guide my fingers and palms around the curves of her breasts, giving me the cook's tour you might say, of her wonderful soft flesh.
"Oh, Robby! I'm coming!" she called out hoarsely. "Do me, Baby! Make me come!"
Her humping, though still playful, began to press more deeply into me. My cock was now almost fully erect and I was sure that she was guiding the crack of her ass up and down the length of my shaft on purpose. She let my hands go to wander about her body on their own and brought her own up to her head, pulling her paper hat from her gorgeous blonde hair and let it tumble wildly about her shoulders. She bent farther over and shook her head, tossing her hair from side to side.
"Oh, Lizzie! I'm gonna come too!" I called out, mindful that much more of this play-acting would produce the real result.
"Oh, yeah? You gonna come for momma? Come on! In my mouth!"
She turned around to face me again and began to make the most lurid humming and sucking noises. I began to grunt for proper effect. Finally, our voices joined in unison as we pretended to reach a climax.
"Oh, Robby, Baby! You're the best!" she said loudly with a wink, placing her hand on my shoulder.
"You're something else," I replied. "We should do this more often."
"Sorry, You've had your shot, nice as it was, but that's it for you!" she returned, with another wink and a smile that was playful but cold.
"Well, no matter what you say, you're a great little piece, Baby," I replied trying to sound casual.
"Of course," she said leaning up to whisper in my ear. "Let me go out first, and don't ham it up too much."
She untied her apron and began to mess with tying it back around her waist. She grabbed her little hat and began to stuff her hair back under it. As she wanted, I let her walk out first and waited a couple of minutes before strolling out, pretending to be doing up my fly. The guys were waiting for me, ready to pat me on the back for cracking the sweetest looking babe in the bakery. Of course, the fact that although I was joking at first, but really wanted to do what we only play-acted made me feel strange, almost as if she had taken advantage of me. It only made me more determined to find a way to really have Lizzie.
**
The next afternoon, Ralph, the commissary manager, saw me on the way in and asked me into his office. By the serious look on his face, I figured I was going to get fired.
"So, Robby," Ralph began, after asking me to have a seat. "I've been hearing this nasty rumor about you and Elizabeth. Something about you screwing behind the oven last night."
"It didn't happen," I said.
"Now before you go any farther, remember that you're part of our management team here. She's the boss's daughter, but she is also your employee. You realize that if it happened, I'd have no choice but to can your worthless ass."
"Man, it never happened," I said leaning forward. "We were joking around a bit and maybe the talk got out of line a bit, but, honest, there was no sex involved. Maybe someone overheard something. But nothing happened."
