Joe's pain was real.
His hormones were giving him real grief.
It was difficult to breathe with the tight ache across his chest and his balls felt like they'd been kicked.
Totally preoccupied with his physical longing for Sarah, he was unable to think about anything other than the need to possess the precocious teenager.
His cock throbbed as he thought about the way she kept teasing him with tantalising glimpses of her gorgeous body. She knew what she was doing when she stoked the heat of his passion but, as yet, hadn't provided him with the opportunity to obtain relief in the way nature intended.
He recalled the moment this morning when she'd climbed up to reach the bolts of material on the top shelf and then called for him to steady the ladder. Directly underneath, he had a full view of her shapely buttocks while reflecting on the lack of underwear. Hot and excited, but nevertheless embarrassed, he'd attempted to look away as she deliberately turned to reveal her cute little cunt.
He recollected the room spinning and sweat pouring from every pore of his body as he'd fought to overcome his agitation. Sarah had waited until he'd had a proper eyeful before rubbing herself against him as she came down, giving him a knowing wink.
It had taken a quick jerk-off in the toilet before he'd recovered his composure and reminiscing about the event had been responsible for two further bouts of masturbation at home this evening. Even now, he knew it was inevitable that a further climax would be sought before sleep would be possible.
* * *
Joe Robinson was just eighteen. He was two months into his first job as an assistant within the drapery department of Coxtain's Departmental Store. Shy, polite and eager to please, he had impressed his boss as somebody likely to succeed in his career.
An only child, educated at a boy's school, he was confident on every front except that of the opposite sex. Girls intrigued him, but he'd never had one to call his own. The biological differences had been taught at school, but he had yet to experience any sort of relationship with a female. The prospect of a sexual adventure stimulated his senses but he doubted his capability of carrying it off comfortably.
Sarah had joined the department two weeks ago. Extrovert and provocative, she soon made it clear she considered her role was to challenge all forms of authority. Young and attractive, only a few months older than Joe, she was completely absorbed with sex, spending most of her day attempting to inveigle her colleagues into intimate confession and debate. Her antics should have led to an instant dismissal, but somehow she'd survived up to now.
Diminutive, at less than five foot tall with a tiny frame, she looked little more than a school girl. Pert and bubbly, with a ready grin that sometimes slipped into a sexy pout, there was little doubt of her ability to charm. The large brown eyes set within her tiny oval face were enough to melt any man's heart, while the perfectly proportioned body inflamed every male's libido around her.
* * *
Joe's recall was good as he fantasised her presence beside him. Totally smitten, he was prepared to be her slave in return for the service she was about to provide. He imagined her straddling his groin and impaling herself on his firm flesh while, in fact, he caressed his erection to orgasm before turning over to dream of her.
* * *
Saturday proved to be the crunch.
Sarah turned up for work dressed to kill.
Sporting a low neckline that revealed considerable cleavage and a long skirt split almost to the waist, she was an absolute knockout.
The supervisor made it clear that she considered the rig-out unfitting for the store's image but, since it was the busiest day of the week, had insufficient resources available to remove the youngster from her duties.
Joe was completely captivated from the outset, but became more and more infatuated when she started her antics. At first it was only leaning on the counter sufficiently to make it obvious her breasts were unrestrained by a bra. Then she dropped things, several times, causing her to bend over in front of him with her tits almost falling out of the blouse. Next she fidgeted with the waistband of her skirt, widening the split to reveal a substantial amount of thigh.
Later, when they were alone in the stockroom, she appeared to stumble enough for the skirt to fall completely open and expose the minute satin thong barely covering the intimate zone. She looked quickly to ensure she had his attention and then hooked her thumb under the elastic to remove the tiny triangle down and over her knees.
"Cripes, I nearly lost that up my bum," she sniggered as she stepped out of the strip. "I think I'll be more comfortable with it off."
Joe stared bewitched at the proud lips of her sex that were now exposed for his inspection.
Sarah sat on the floor with her legs outstretched, slowly massaging the hirsute mound and watching her companion carefully for a reaction.
He blushed, trembled and attempted to look away, but his eyes soon returned to focus on her fanny. His breathing laboured as his penis grew, pushing hard at his trouser front.
"It seems you like what you see," she said softly, looking pointedly at the bulge in his trousers. "How about introducing your wicked fellow to my hot little hole?"
"Don't be daft," he gasped, desperately trying to resist the temptation, "we'll get the sack if anyone comes."
"They're all too busy downstairs," she murmured seductively. "The only people likely to be coming is you and me, if you've a mind to give it a go."
"This is neither the time or place," he gibbered anxiously as a noise was heard at the door. "For God's sake, let's get out of here."
Sarah was on her feet with her skirt back in place by the time the supervisor came in to shepherd them back to the queue at the counter.
The rest of the morning passed with Joe being continually harassed by the girl. Rubbing against him at every opportunity, she kept him on the boil with whispered overtures.
- "Did you like the look of my sexy slit?"
- "I've got an itch that needs attention, can we get together to do something
about it?"
- "Do you fancy a fuck?"
- "I've got a date lunch time, how about making it a threesome? I've always
wondered what two pricks at once would be like!" Poor Joe desperately tried to keep out of the way and ignore her advances, knowing that he could easily succumb and perhaps prejudice his job.
