Author Notes:
Please read the first two parts to follow along...
First time writing something like this, so I appreciate your feedback.
These are just short fluff pieces winding themselves out of my head. I was encouraged by the feedback so I kept going. Hope you enjoy it.
Keeping her Job - Part 3
***from previous part***
"I chickened out"
she explained again unnecessarily. I started to type out
"don't worry about it"
when another text came through with a picture attached. The corner of my lips curled up as I opened the attachment. It was a picture of Samantha's ass in panties. Her top was raised and her pants pushed down. Sam's ass had not been much to look at in those mom jeans earlier, but her little ass looked fucking great in the picture. She wore some kind of boyshort panties I assumed from the high sides along her hips but they had ridden high up in her ass separating her cute little ass cheeks and making her ass look thick and inviting. I don't know much about women's underwear but they didn't look like a thong, though they may as well have been the way they disappeared into the crack of her ass and left her ass cheeks exposed. It was a panty-eating ass and I recalled all the times I had watched her walking away in the last months. The panty lines matched what I saw in the picture and I couldn't help wanting to take each cheek, pull them apart and bury my face in her sweet pussy from behind.
It took me a while before I was able to take my eyes off Sam's latest picture and finally notice that she had sent a message along with it,
"Please don't be mad at me. You can spank me tomorrow if you want."
My cock throbbed in my hand.
*** Part 3 ***
Samantha walked in shortly after the installers left for the day the following morning, a large gas station fountain drink in hand.
"Oh my god I thought they would never leave!"
"Hi!" I said pleasantly surprised to see her. Sam walked up and stopped in front of me. Her eyes sparkled as she looked up at me biting her bottom lip in an adorable fashion. She wore an oversized university sweater (how many sweaters did a girl need?) over black tight leggings. I smiled,
"You're here early..."
Sam pressed her lips together and gave me a small shrug,
"Yeah, well..."
"I'm glad you are here."
"Thank you." She took a pull from her soft drink.
"I liked the picture you sent me last night."
Sam coughed mid swallow and looked away. I smiled as I watched her take a deep breath then let it out slowly, "I'm glad..."
"Are you..?" I teased searching and catching her eyes, "glad you sent it to me?"
My mind quickly recalled the picture she had sent me the night before, I had practically fallen asleep looking at it and had memorized it. Samantha in her apartment bathroom, her ass slightly bent over, her panties bunched up against her tiny little pussy. It was a magnificent view of my employee. Samantha looked away rolling her eyes but answered quietly,
"Yeah..."
"Why?" I prodded. She chewed on the inside of her cheek, her ears turned red,
"I don't know..." She looked at the ground, "Because I know I am not supposed to maybe... but you want them, so..."
"Not supposed to what?" I couldn't help but zero in on her words, "Take them?"
She furrowed her brow slightly raising her eyes to mine before nodding with a small purse to her lips,
"You enjoyed taking them though?" I started and watched her face get ready to protest and contradict me so I added with a bit of inflection, "For me?"
"For you." She paused, looking away again, "Yeah, maybe."
Sam seemed to consider what she had just said. She seemed conflicted,
"It feels..."
"Naughty?" I finished for her. She laughed at that and took a few steps back but she blushed and nodded. She caught herself,
"That's so stupid," she wrinkled her nose adorably and made a face, "I feel stupid..."
"You're not stupid. I understand," I said and to her credit she got closer again, "It's exciting because it's wrong for many reasons... one of which you probably shouldn't be sending pictures like that to your boss. But you still did it."
She blushed and looked away at that.
"Did you take any more?" I pushed,
"Oh... um... no, I kinda left in a hurry this morning."
"Before Thomas?" I asked walking away from my desk but motioning to her that she should follow. Sam quickly put her bag down and did,
"No, but I know he goes to get David before they come here to get the van so I left a little after he did and waited across the street until I watched the work truck leave."
I walked to the conference room with Sam close behind me. This was the same room where just a few days ago she had offered to suck my cock in exchange for saving her job and I think we both felt the memory of that event the second we entered the room. The conference room had windows overlooking the parking lot and the front entrance. Blinds obscured the view from the outside but we could see clearly out and hopefully see anyone walking up to the building. Sam stood close, almost as if afraid to be in that room. She looked up at me as she spoke,
"Thomas said they were going across the state today so..." Sam bit her lip not finishing her sentence but the repercussions of what she was telling me were very obvious. The boys would not be popping in any time soon and we had a little bit of time before the rest of the office staff would arrive. My blood raced, the color on Samantha's face told me hers was too.
"What you texted me last night..." I began and watched Sam's eyes widen as I took the soft drink from her hand and set it on the conference table.
I took a moment to study Samantha. I took notice that she wore no perfume, she smelled mildly of soap, maybe lotion. Her blonde hair hung a little damp and limp at her sides. She wore no makeup, and her blonde eyelashes looked almost invisible. The ring on her nose sat a little crooked. She had a couple of small acne scars on her cheek, no more than I imagined every teenager had and probably learned to master the art of concealing them by the time they were introduced to foundation and who knows what. I decided then, that nose ring aside, I actually liked seeing Samantha like this, without makeup, she looked more naked to me... I sidled closer and felt her take a deep breath,
"Should I lock the door?" she said softly, not looking up.
I shook my head, "No" and Sam let out a breath she'd been holding, I could feel her nervousness vibrating like an electric current in the air.
"Okay..." Sam's voice was tiny.
I reached down and slid my hand under her sweater and palmed her ass over her leggings. The chutzpah, the audacity in that action sent chills down my back and caused Sam to stiffen and start to breathe faster, but to her credit, she didn't move away. It would have been so easy to get carried away with her, my mind raced calculating how far I wanted to push her. I watched her chest rise and fall as I gently squeezed the ass I had seen walking away from me for months. I concentrated on what my palm was feeling, looking for the panty lines with my hand and holding back a groan when I felt them.
"Bend over the table..." my voice came out hoarse and dry, "face forward, keep an eye on anyone coming,"
One thing I had to yet get used to about Samantha was that she didn't acknowledge receiving instructions as others would with a "yes sir," or even an "okay," Sam just jumped to complete the task asked of her, if she was able to. If she didn't understand what she was asked to do (which had been my usual experience with her,) she wouldn't let on right away, suffering in silence as she worked up the nerve to ask for help or a better explanation of what was needed for her. This was a character flaw that went very much in contrast to my own personal style. This time, my instructions and intentions were apparently pretty straight forward to her and she began to quietly snivel as she pressed the front of her thighs against the edge of the conference table. Her hands raised the bottom of her sweater and she hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her leggings in anticipation. I hadn't told her to lower her leggings, a detail that made me bite back a groan. She had thought about this moment. She gasped out a nervous breath.
"Do you want this?" I asked her.
"I don't know!" she said loudly, "I've never done anything like this before!"
"So why..." I started as I gently pressed on the small of her back taking any thoughts that I was giving her an option now away. Sam gasped but obediently bent at the waist and sniffled as she pushed and wriggled her leggings down to her thighs leaving her underwear on.
"I don't know." She answered in a small voice, "Is... is that good?"
Sam was wearing the same style panties as the day before but in a pale pastel pink. From my vantage point I could see how the material bunched up into her white, pasty ass spreading her cheeks; the resulting crevice looked too inviting to ignore.
"Is that, oh..." Sam looked back to see me adjusting myself. It must've looked like I was about to pull my cock out because she shivered and blurted out, " Are... are you going to fuck me?"
"Yes..." I said calmly, enjoying the view immensely. Sam tried to stand up but I kept my hand on the small of her back,
