Busty Amber

All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, active sex is NOT a feature of those past times and any sexually active characters are aged 18 and over.

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Jonathan had set his alarm earlier than Amber's. The night before, he'd already got it into his head that he wanted her to fellate him to start the day. His sex drive seemed to have increased ten fold since Christmas for some reason and he was finding himself thinking about something - anything - to do with sex almost all his waking hours. Amber knew he liked to start the day this way whenever possible and despite the unexpectedness of his early eagerness, she was so excited about her first day in her new role that she just went along with it, albeit feeling a bit too tired to put her full heart and soul into it.

She was feeling like a million dollars - arriving for work for the first time with Jonathan, in his car. Previously, Jonathan had insisted that they kept their relationship quiet at work but since he'd proposed marriage to her over Christmas and she'd accepted, he'd told her they could be a bit more relaxed about it. He'd said that whilst he wouldn't be calling a staff meeting to let everyone know, he was happy for people to find out casually in general conversation and that Amber needn't be coy about 'marrying the boss' as he knew a lot of people might refer to it as. He'd added the caveat that they still shouldn't overtly flaunt themselves so no kissing or hugging where staff could see and they should maintain professional dialogue in front of colleagues. Still, this was a big step from having to hide their relationship for the 3 months leading up to Christmas and it somehow, in a strange way, gave Amber a big confidence boost. Jonathan - the owner of such a big business and respected publication locally - was happy for anyone to know that she was the one he'd chosen to marry.

Amber had never had much confidence, always doubting her abilities, her looks, her opinions, but since Jonathan had proposed to her in front of her family and friends just over a week ago it was like some kind of validation. Someone was standing up and saying, 'THIS is the girl I love, want to marry and want to spend the rest of my life with.' What more could she want? If high profile Jonathan could come out and declare his feelings for her in that way, she MUST have qualities that made her valid, made her worthy and also made HIM feel confident to come out and say it all.

"Now, don't forget, you'll be working in the main office from today right? Joining the ranks of our other reporters and working out who is going to cover what stories etc. There's a lot of teamwork involved in this job Amber and that doesn't necessarily mean working WITH someone, it means deciding amongst you as a team who is going to cover what. Those decisions can be made based on a whole variety of factors; someone has a personal interest in a particular topic, someone has experience in a topic, sometimes, some of the more sensitive stories might need a more experienced reporter, some of the stories will need a good photographer as they're more visual, d'you get me?"

"Yes! Yes, I get you! I'm SO excited Jonathan, I really am. I can't wait!"

Sliding to a stop at the red light, Jonathan looked across and smiled at her, placing his hand on her thigh.

"I KNOW you're excited darling but just remember, it's not all fun and games OK? Some stories are a hard call, people going through tough stuff. Some stories are just plain boring. Imagine going to interview someone who is campaigning for traffic calming measures on their street. Sure it's important for their community but would it get you bouncing out of bed in the morning eager to go and make a start? Probably not, but you have to take the boring with the exciting. The good with the not-so-good. You know."

Putting the car back into gear, Jonathan pulled away from the lights.

"Now, remember what I told you were the golden rules of reporting?"

"Yes, yes, I remember!"

"Well go on then - tell me. I want to make sure you haven't forgotten any of them."

"OK... erm... One - Maintain an open mind, Two - Always consider both sides of a story, Three - Don't be judgmental, Four - Empathise and Five... erm... Five... errr... Oh yes, Five - Be fluid, stay prepared to have your own view challenged."

"That's very good darling, very good indeed, only one slight mistake."

"Oh!? Which one did I get wrong?"

"Not really WRONG as such but it's important. Number three - 'Don't be judgmental' is actually 'NEVER be judgmental.' You never know what someone else is either going through or has been through so we NEVER judge."

"Oh yeah! Sorry. Now you've explained it again, I'll remember."

"No apology needed at all, you've done excellently. I just wanted to make sure you remembered how we operate. I mean, each local paper will have it's own 'rules' if you like that they operate by but these are mine and my diktat is that we acquire and present our stories in a highly ethical manner." As he finished speaking, the 'Colin Barratt' story came into his mind and he visualised what he imagined had gone on from the audio interview he'd heard. Of course, there had been absolutely NO ethics involved in that story at all but it turned him on something chronic!

Amber picked up her bag and released the seat belt as Jonathan pulled into the 'Director 1' marked space.

"Right, Mrs Taylor-To-Be, let's start a great working year."

Amber smiled, her heart and tummy fluttering as her and Jonathan both entered the building together. Truth be known, he was also feeling quite 'high' at the thought that over the weeks to come, the people who worked for him (who were all men apart from Amber and Sandra) would find out that he was to marry Amber and would probably be insanely jealous.

"Morning! Morning! Happy New Year!"

Sandra was back behind the reception desk and Ian and Pete were chatting with her.

"Sandra! You're back!" Amber smiled at the older woman who had been ill prior to Christmas meaning that she had had to cover the reception desk for a while.

"Yes, yes, I'm back!" Sandra smiled over to Amber as Jonathan gave New Year handshakes to Ian and Pete.

"Are you feeling better now?" Amber moved closer to the desk, removing her padded coat as she spoke.

"Mmmm... very nice." Pete muttered quietly under his breath so as Amber wouldn't hear, nodding slightly in her direction to Jonathan and Ian who both turned to see her sliding her coat off her arms and smoothing her sweater down to meet the waistband of her trousers. The baby blue knitted fabric clung tightly to her large bust, emphasising the outward projection of her breasts. Amber had chosen that sweater as it was a cold day and it had a very high, chunky roll neck. It looked so good with the black flared trousers she'd paired it with, which hugged her backside and thighs tightly but flared out from the knee, giving a classic but sexy look. Slim heeled ankle boots completed her outfit. Of course, Pete had no idea that her and Jonathan were in a relationship, let alone planning to marry. If he did, he would never have made such a remark in front of him.

"Now, now! Work to do gentleman!" Jonathan grinned sarcastically, gesturing toward the main doors. "I'll see you shortly Amber."

Amber smiled at him as Sandra spoke...

"Yes, I'm fine now dear. Did you have a nice Christmas? What's THAT!!?" Sandra lifted Amber's left hand, specifically taking hold of her ring finger and staring at the large diamond, set into the platinum band.

"Oh err..." Amber blushed. "I got engaged on Christmas Day." Smiling, she looked on as Sandra inspected the ring.

"Oh, how romantic! That's a big diamond isn't it. Someone must think the world of you. When's the wedding? I remember when my grand-daughter got married recently, they were planning it 2 years in advance! For some reason it seems to take ages these days, so much to be done."

"It's at the end of April," Amber smiled, her words reminding her that in less than 4 months time, she would be Jonathan Taylor's wife.

"Blimey! That's quick love! Here - you're not err... you know, pregnant are you?"

"No! No! Ha! Of course not! It's just that my fiancé's got a lot of contacts and can organise things quickly so we thought, 'why wait'?"

That wasn't quite how things were. There was no 'WE' involved in the 'why wait' at all, Jonathan was the one who wanted to marry so quickly and what Amber didn't know was that the reason it seemed so sudden is because he specifically wanted to marry her before her 19th birthday at the end of May. On their marriage certificate, he would be stated as being 63 years of age and she would be stated as 18. Being well over 3 times her age turned Jonathan on so very much. He'd wanted the girl from the first day he'd seen her but even in the early days of him 'wooing' her and taking her for the first time, his mindset was still the same as it had always been - he would NEVER get married. However, as he spent more time with her and realised that he could basically do whatever sexual act he fancied with her, he began to acknowledge that things inside his body were starting to feel a little different. He was getting older and his ability to gain the interest of or even be in situations involving busty young girls would definitely start to subside as the years went by. It was this realisation that made him determined to have her for himself (a) so that he could enjoy having the stunning beauty by his side as he aged and be the envy of any man who saw them together (b) so that he was guaranteed regular sex with a big titted young girl and (c) so that no other man could have her.

"What a lucky young man he is to have such a beautiful girl to be his bride. I'm really pleased for you both."

"Ahh, thanks so much Sandra. Look, I must go, I start my new job in the reporters office today."

"Hmmm, well, I hope you can hold your own in there, those blokes can be a bit intimidating to someone with not much experience, especially you as a girl in amongst them."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine," Amber smiled. "I'll see you later Sandra."

Amber made her way down the corridor to head to Jonathan's office. About half way down, she passed the Reporters office and peered in the glass door panel. Three men were in one corner with newspapers spread out in front of them. Others were working on their laptops, Three men nearest the door were huddled around another guy, who was obviously showing them his phone screen. One of the guys who'd leaned in to look at the phone made an 'o' shape with his mouth and cupping gestures on his chest with his hands. All the others grinned widely.

'High spirits,' Amber smiled to herself, feeling like nothing could spoil the day. She felt confident and was enjoying it.

Jonathan quickly put his mobile down as she strode into his office.

"You took your time!" He joked, his face slightly flushed. "I thought you'd decided against everything and gone home eh?!"

"No," Amber smiled, hanging her coat on the back of his door. "It was Sandra, she spotted my ring and asked me about it."

"Aaah, so Sandra's our first person to know is she?"

"Well actually, she didn't ask me who I was marrying, just said how much she liked the ring and that it seemed quick to organise a wedding in just a few months."

"Well, there's no point in waiting is there darling and you know I can't wait to have you as my wife." Jonathan smiled widely, walking behind her to close his door. "And you know what else?"

"No, what?" Amber felt him close behind her, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

"We're not gonna be like other married couples you know, walk down the aisle, go home, slip into old fashioned, boring ways. No, that's not gonna be us darling. So many couples just drift into a regime of not doing things together any more, even simple things like grocery shopping, work might mean they don't see each other as much and they end up going off sex too, I mean, when that happens, what's left? No, that's not going to happen to us."

Amber felt his hands sliding up her body, coming to rest at the side of her breasts.

"We'll NEVER go off sex will we darling? Hmmm?" His hands began slowly roaming over her sweater covered bust, gently squeezing the young teen's more-than-generous boobs.

"Jonathan!" Amber began to wriggle, and stepped aside. "Someone might come in."

"Mmmm, I know - I'm sorry darling but God help me, your tits in this sweater are just beyond delicious. Tup, tup, tup, tup, tup, tup."

Amber shivered and wriggled further away as Jonathan made sounds with his tongue in her ear. She didn't like that he'd used the word 'tits' but there was no way she was going to mention it and spoil what felt like a great day already. Walking back to his desk, he signaled to Amber to sit at the chair on the other side of it.

"Right now, we've got to get you to where you're going to be based every day from now. You know where the Reporters office is don't you?"

"Oh yeah, just down the corridor."

"Right, good. Look, I've teamed you up with Terry for the first two or three weeks. He's my most experienced guy, came up through the ranks from apprenticeship when he left school, ended up in national newspapers for a while, got married, moved out to the suburbs, which is when he crossed my path. Star journalist here 3 years on the trot but wanted to step back a bit when his Mum became unwell so he just deals in photography now for me but he's agreed to be a bit of a mentor for you during your first couple of weeks. He'll show you how they all work to sort out who gets what job and deadlines for stories etc. OK?"

"Sounds great." Amber beamed.

"OK, well, let's get down there then and err... NO distracting my reporters OK?" Jonathan smirked at her.

"Distracting!? Jonathan, I'd never distract anyone, honestly, I just want to do a good job and..."

"Darling, I'm joking!" Jonathan walked over and opened the door, signaling her out, knowing full well a joke like that would be lost on the naive teenager. "Mind you, you will need to toughen up a bit princess. They can be a raucous bunch of blokes and you might get the odd comment but they're salt of the earth guys and don't mean any harm. I suppose your motto could be, 'when in doubt - just smile sweetly.'

Amber thought she understood what he meant and felt sure she could handle whatever came her way. She felt different, like she had some new confidence inside her now that she and Jonathan could be open about their relationship. Loudly pushing open the reporting office door, Jonathan addressed his team...

"Right! You guys! Give me a minute please... you know young Amber joins the reporting team here today."

"I think he means 'BUSTY' young Amber eh?" Doug (one of the guys at the back of the room) whispered to his colleagues as they pored over the papers on meeting table. The other guys all nodded and smirked. Doug had had first hand experience of lovely Amber when he won the hug from her at their raucous Christmas lunch. He'd never forgotten how it felt to have her large breasts pressing into his chest and often relived the experience when he wanked.

"She's going to be mentored by Terry in terms of how the jobs are allocated and stories submitted, deadlines and all that and I want you all to make her feel welcome in here. I've no doubt it'll probably feel hard for her in here in an office full of men so I want you to make her feel welcome and included and share your knowledge and experience with her OK?"

"Not half as hard as it's gonna feel for us, ha!" Doug sniggered quietly with his colleagues.

Terry walked up and stood next to Jonathan.

"No worries, we'll be fine won't we Amber?"

"Yes," she smiled, unaware that all of the 8 guys in that office had been lusting after her since she joined the company last year. They were used to openly discussing her tits and figure amongst themselves and it would take a lot of effort for them to stop.

"Great, well, I'll leave you to it and I'll see you later Amber." He smiled and Amber felt that there was something different in his smile, something that was making him also feel good and relaxed about their ability to be open about their situation.

"Right, we're down here at the meeting table."

Terry gestured for Amber to head toward the large table in the corner where 3 guys were sat, including Doug. Newspapers were spread out in front of them. Little did she know they'd been eagerly ogling her since she entered the room. As she got closer to the table and pulled out a chair, the guys couldn't help staring. Her bust seemed to look even bigger close up and jutted firmly toward the three of them, jiggling slightly as she tucked in the chair to sit down. They just couldn't stop staring. Amber didn't notice, she was already looking down at the newspapers, wondering what this first job of the day would be.

"OK, so we gather here at this table in the morning and look over the national newspapers. D'you want to tell Amber why we do this Doug?"

"Eh? Oh, right, yeah! Doug had been so fixated on Amber's sweater that he only caught every other word of what Terry had said. Fortunately, it was enough that he knew what he had to say.

"Yeah, so we look at what's happening nationally to see if there's a local angle that could be drawn from it." He began thumbing through the various pages, periodically glancing back to Amber's bust as she focused on what his hands were doing.

"Example - there's a story here about more pensioners now drifting into poverty than ever before. We ask ourselves, could we make that local?"

"What d'you think Amber? Do you think this story could also have local implications?" Terry looked at her inquisitively, interested to know what she might say.

Amber felt embarrassed to speak. She did have an opinion but felt a bit scared to give it in case she was laughed at or told she was wrong. Little did she know that none of the three guys already at the table cared a jot what she said, they were just enjoying the fact that they were in such close proximity to the busty young girl.

"Well, I think... YES, it could have implications locally because after all, pensioners live in our town, they're part of our community so it will affect them as well."

"Excellent! That's fantastic!" Terry was very appreciative and a wave of delight and happiness swept over Amber. Her first comment in the team had been really well received. She felt she was getting off on the right foot and this would give her the confidence to suggest more things.

"So, like Doug has just said, we look for national stories that could be local, then we look for anything more random, that seems to be catching public attention so at the moment, we've all been warned of a potential shortage of the drug 'Viagra'. Have you heard of it before?"

"No, I haven't."

The three men smirked with each other.

"Well, it's a medicine that helps men to be umm... shall we say 'intimate' with their partner."

"Blokes that can't get it up!" Graham laughed.

"Graham! Come on now, it's Amber's first day in here, let's not show her that our minds are in the gutter eh?"

Amber guessed from what Graham had said that it was something to do with getting an erection. She blushed slightly and looked down at the papers." Terry continued...

"So, we might rock up outside a local pharmacy and speak to some guys locally and their partners, to see what they think of the situation."

"Their partners?" Amber questioned. Knowing it was a man's drug, she couldn't think why it would affect women.

"Well yeah!" Doug cut in. "A woman whose bloke can't umm... give her what she needs ain't gonna be a happy bunny is she?"