I have always felt that there is something naughty about sex. Not in the way that it is bad or wrong, you understand, but more that naughtiness has to be an integral part in order for it to be exciting. I am not sure this is necessarily normal, but it is the way I feel about it and judging by the number, variety and sheer weirdness of some fetishes, I am sure I am not the only person who feels this way. Why am I saying this? I guess I feel a bit guilty too. I am a dirty old man. But I do know what I like.
This young girl started working in the office. Only 18. Short blonde hair cut in a bob. 5'5 with a nice figure that was ever so slightly plump and nice legs, which got displayed often due to her liking for short skirts. Her breasts were not large and, depending upon what she wore, sometimes seemed non-existent. But generally, she wore a light white blouse that showed small firm breasts that could be cupped comfortably in one hand each … and I often thought of doing so.
I really was not planning anything when I asked if she wanted to do some overtime work one evening. There was some filing and cataloguing to do, which I knew would just get left if we would try to do it during the day. I also thought she'd appreciate a little extra money.
Of course, it also gave me an opportunity to chat to her and try to get to know her a bit better, which I was keen to do. During the day, in the busy office, she worked quietly, but there was little opportunity to do otherwise and she was probably reluctant, as the new girl, to join in the conversation of the older and more experienced staff. Socially, she still needed to find her position in their ranks.
Erica was a bit shy at first, but started to open up once she realised that I was genuinely interested. She told me about her family and her holidays and how she enjoyed horse riding. She told me about her first time on a horse, her blue eyes sparkling. She had actually found it rather frightening, but somehow she had to go back and try again. When she talked about something that made her happy, she became more animated, pulling faces, tossing her head and using her hands to illustrate what she was saying. When she talked like that, she changed from being quite pretty to becoming adorable.
'Any boyfriends?', I said, thinking to myself how lucky any guy would be.
'Umm. No.' she said, 'No time really.' she added, a bit lamely, I thought.
'They don't really seem that interested.', she said, looking at me with some hint of a question in her expression. I guessed that she was fishing for a compliment or some kind of reassurance.
'I can't believe that.', I said, moving a little closer and lightly brushing her hair back beside her head, gently. She looked up at me, obviously interested in what I might say next. She looked trusting and vulnerable.
'You really are a very pretty young woman.'
'Do you really think so?', she simpered, blushing a little.
'I really really think so. In fact, I know so. I was your age once and I know that, as a boy, you would certainly have turned my head.'
'You would have asked me out?'
'Of course I would have done.' I said, secretly amused and flattered by this strange need for reassurance from me. I was also feeling a bit annoyed. Here I was talking about myself in the past tense as if I had no real right to be thinking about myself involved with this lovely girl at my age, now. What I said next was partly out of anger rather than any other intent, trying to break the image of me as a sexless middle-aged gent, for me as well as for her.
'Look', I said 'We're both adults and perhaps I shouldn't be saying this, but here I am with you and you're so pretty and such lovely company, I will probably be thinking about you later.'
'Later?', she said and looked puzzled.
'Later', I said. 'When I go home, I am going to think about you and your lovely young body when I jerk off.'
The reaction was electric. She jerked back, her eyes wide open and her mouth also. Obviously she was lost for words, but feeling that she needed to say something. All she could manage was a startled 'Oh!'.
'I'm sorry.', I said 'I've shocked you, but that's the way it is. Are you ok?' I spoke calmly hoping to reassure her, letting her know that we were just talking. Inside, I was shaking too. I had actually shocked myself.
'Oh my!', she said, her hand had fluttered to her throat as if she had trouble catching her breath. 'I think so.', she paused.
'No ones ever said anything like that to me before. It makes me feel kind of funny. I find it difficult to believe you said that.'
'Perhaps I shouldn't have' I said 'but I wanted you to know just how attractive you are.'
'Did you really mean that?' she said, obviously a bit excited by the thought. She hadn't moved any further away, but she hadn't moved any closer, either. She was looking at me in a different way now. Suddenly I had been transformed from a boring middle-aged man into someone interesting and dangerous to know. I think she was loving it.
'Most certainly' I said, feeling very wicked. 'Could I ask a favour?'
'Ummm … that depends.' She said, acting coyly.
The whole atmosphere of the conversation had changed. Now we were in new territory and the rules were clearly different. What could be dared? I suppose I could have backed off and played safe, but I just had to push a little further. In some ways I almost felt I owed it to her not to disappoint.
'It would mean a lot to me if you would let me feel your cunt.'
She wasn't so shaken this time by my crudeness. 'That's a nasty word, Sir! You're trying to shock me.'
