The year since I met Samantha has been the most exciting time of my life since my cousin had taught me how to properly please a girl and gave me the confidence to do so before unleashing me on the unsuspecting girls of my High School (let me know if you ever want to hear THAT story).
I was drawn to her quiet and shy demeanor, her genuine kindness and joy at being with people, her quick smile and contagious laugh, and of course her beautiful and innocent appearance. The first few times I tried to talk to her she was almost too shy to respond, but after weeks of running into each other at the corner coffee shop I was finally able to get her name and that she worked as a secretary in the office building across from mine.
Though she was about 10 years my junior, eventually she agreed to a date, and then another. When I succeeded in getting her back to my place after a romantic dinner I found that while she was almost as innocent as she appeared, her appetite for sex nearly matched my own. Her shyness, combined with years of thinking she wasn't sexy enough or pretty enough, had held her sexuality back. But each encounter in my bed seemed to whet her appetite even more.
I watched as her confidence grew, in herself and in her sexuality. Her hair changed, her makeup changed, subtly replacing the young and naïve innocent teenager with a sultry and enticing young woman who made heads turn no matter where she went. The clothes changed too, unflattering outfits and boring shoes turning into sexy and revealing skirts and blouses matched with heels that showed off her long smooth legs and firm round bottom.
My sweet little kitten and transformed into a sex-crazed tigress and I loved every minute of it. How could I not when she spent every chance she could get either stroking or sucking on my all too willing shaft? I felt like I was in some kind of porno every day. Even the sluttiest girls I fucked in high school didn't crave sex like Samantha did. Even as I write this it sounds too far-fetched to be true, but I swear it's like my cock and cum had become some kind of life sustaining ambrosia to this girl.
I laugh when I think of how she used to be too nervous to hold my hand or show any affection in public, always looking around or blushing if anyone saw me kiss her. Soon she was the one seeking affection no matter where we were, looping her arms around my neck and kissing me as if no one was around. I quickly realized that an audience actually excited her. The first time I fucked her in public, even though no one could actually see us, I found her wetter than I had ever experienced and she came so hard I thought she had blacked out.
We were out at dinner and she had spent the entire meal turning me on so thoroughly I thought I might rip straight through my jeans. I had picked her up from work so she was still dressed in her tight charcoal skirt that almost reached her knees and a white blouse that showed a generous amount of her large firm breasts, especially after she unfastened another button or two. As we drove to the restaurant she talked excitedly about her day and gossiped about how she had caught one of the other secretaries leaving the CEOs office with something white still dripping from the corner of her mouth.
"Seriously though babe, she's such a slut!" she said "She only does it because she wants Debbie's job when she leaves next month." I remembered from previous conversations that Debbie was going to have a baby soon and had decided to retire early to be a stay at home mom. Not that she'd be hurting, according to Samantha her husband was some rich banker so she didn't really need to work anyway.
"Weren't you going to apply for that one too?" I asked her with a smile, my hand resting comfortably on her thigh.
"Well yeah," she said as she looked at her makeup in the visor mirror. "But I'm sure not going to crawl underneath Scott's stomach to find and suck his dirty cock to get it." I laughed as she closed the mirror and scooted closer to me. Leaning close she whispered seductively, "Especially when I already have access to this perfect cock, and all the yummy cum I can drink." She slid her hand up my thigh as she spoke and softly stroked my rapidly swelling shaft through my jeans.
I kind of lost my train of thought around then and had to focus on keeping us on the road. She smirked at me and just kept talking about the goings on in her office, her hand never ceasing its soft and slow movement in my lap. By the time we parked in front of the restaurant I was pretty sure my cock would never be soft again.
Her lips closed around my earlobe as I put the car in park and she purred softly before I pulled away and stepped from the car, willing my cock to subside a little so I didn't make a scene when we walked inside. As I opened her door she swung her legs out, purposely flashing me the tops of her thigh high stockings and garter straps leading up her pale smooth legs. Given my near obsession with thigh highs and sexy lingerie she had pretty much ensured that I would indeed be drawing a few stares when we entered the restaurant.
A self-satisfied smile graced her face as we walked inside and I laughed at myself for not realizing that anyone who looked in our direction would be too busy staring at her to even realize what that long thick bulge traveling down my right thigh actually was. We were quickly shown to a table and sat across from each other. I noticed the young hostess staring down Samantha's blouse when she handed her a menu and gave her a smirk. She quickly left the area with a pink blush creeping up her cheeks.
