Act one: Blindsided
It was early evening and I was working at my desk. The Adult Boutique I owned wasn't due to close for another couple of hours. I was restless and wishing like Hell I could stomp on time's gas pedal. And that's when someone knocked on the jamb of my open office door. I looked up, surprised to see Dana, the cousin of an employee who had quit several months earlier.
Back when her cousin still worked for me, if the two of them had plans to go out clubbing, Dana tended to show up shortly before closing. And whether I was alone or like many evenings enjoying a beer with my buddy Randy, Dana would join us in the back room. Dana was a young fox, and in her semi-serious and understated way, a natural flirt. Of course some of that was simple self-defense, because Randy and I were quick to tease, and just as quick with the smartass sexual come-ons. And because her overly protective, pain in the ass cousin had led us to believe that Dana was only seventeen, flirtatious teasing was all that went down. That was too bad, because like I said Dana was a fox, a hazel eyed honey with a challenging grin. Her brown, shoulder length hair was streaked with blonde highlights. She was slim, and I figured about five and a half feet tall. And whether she was dolled up in a micro mini and scanty top, or the more usual Dr. Martens, jeans and sweatshirt, there was always the enticing allure of a curvy hard-body.
That night, finding Dana standing there, I jumped right up and gave her a hug. She was looking around my office, and I asked "So what's up?"
"Well, you know, I was just driving by," she replied.
It seemed to me that maybe there was something more to her blasΓ© response. Anyway, Dana wandered over, stopping in front of a photo of the Martian landscape hanging on my office wall. It was a picture taken by the Mar's rover, and Dana asked "Is that really Mar's?"
It was an innocent enough question; still, I was picking up on this sexual vibe. And that was despite the fact that she was wearing a baggy sweatshirt and an equally baggy pair of jeans. I was curious, and just then anyway, not particularly worried about her age. And, as I was soon to discover, Dana was fired- up, crackling with the energy of the sexual fantasy that had brought her to my office. But, to this day I don't have a clue about what subtle sex charged signals I was picking-up on. They were there though; so, I reached out and began to rub her shoulders. Wondering just where things were headed, but hoping to keep things casual, I told her, "Its Mars alright!" Then, stretching out the moment, I explained, "You can see the lander, and it carried this little rover you can't see, and that's what sent back the picture!"
"That's nice," Dana replied. And the quiet breathy way she said it left me thinking she wasn't talking about my picture. So, when she bent her head, I took the hint. I began to gently massage her neck, liking the feel of her warm, silkily smooth skin sliding under my fingers. And when she responded with a couple of softly murmured oohs, I began to work my way down her back. But, playing it safe, I leaned in, and whispered a questioning "More," in her ear.
Dana responded with a giggle; and then, when she tilted her head back, I took it for an invitation. So, I pushed myself up against her, maximizing body contact, and making sure she felt my hard-on. Then, as sensuously as I could, I swirled the tip of my tongue around her ear. Emboldened by a soft throaty moan, I followed it up with a light kiss that trailed down and around, stopping just short of her exposed throat. Then, testing, I took a step back.
Dana stepped back, giggling as she pushed her butt against me. Obviously aware of my erection, she began to work her hips, doing a slow bump and grind that practically had us dry humping. I thought about stopping right then and there, but I was curious, and honestly, even more curious than horny! But then, I reminded myself that Dana wasn't there for a massage.
I slid my hands up under Dana's sweatshirt. When she didn't object, I stroked them slowly up and down her back, and discovered that she wasn't wearing a bra. She leaned back in to me, which I took as a less than subtle hint. And her breathy, unmistakable moans of pleasure took care of any lingering doubt. So, I slid my hands around, teasing my fingertips over the taut quivery skin of her belly. And, when Dana sucked in a sharp breath, I reached up and cupped a pair of bare breasts. I was thinking, 34-C's, as I rotated my palms over a duo of prominent and unmistakably aroused nipples. And when I began to roll them between thumb and finger, she moaned a soft purry "Oh, I like that!"
Intrigued, and definitely caught up in the moment, I reminded myself that I was playing with fire, and that just maybe I should think about backing off. Except, by then I was pinching Dana's nipples, teasing them with gentle tugs as she made the sorts of throaty sounds that insist more, more, more! So, there I was, blown -away by Dana's unrestrained sexuality, not to mention the double handful of perky, extremely responsive tits I was fondling. And that's when she took me by surprise, and just totally blew me away!
In one smoothly executed move Dana yanked her sweatshirt up and off. She tossed it aside, which left me standing there ogling her pretty tits, and their invitingly thick, dusky, and appetizingly erect nipples. And I was asking myself, what the fuck, when she asked me "Umm is Randy going to be showing up?"
"Nope," I told her. "It's just us," I added, not bothering to remind her that two of my employees were prowling the sales floor.
Somehow Dana managed to make a simple "Oh well," sound pouty, and I wasn't sure, but maybe even like she was disappointed. I stopped worrying about it, when she said "Well...I want to be fucked!" Then, before I could even think, oh fuck, she said, "I want to feel you inside me, way deep inside me!" And just in case I maybe hadn't understood, she turned to face me, looking right at me as she asked "So, aah, want to fuck me?"
Well yeah, I did...but! But nothing...there was nothing to do but ask; so, I did. "Your cousin told us you were only seventeen...so, well..." I unhappily began. And that's as far as I got, because Dana burst out laughing.