Chapter 2
Amid much flurry, Lisa-Marie's parents had finally departed for their summer of fun and frolic in France. Right before boarding the plane, her father had admonished her, "Now work hard at the Barnaby Resort Hotel and write often to your mother and me. Don't forget that my old school buddy, Mr. Jones, is the head of management there, and he's going to be giving me a full report on how well you do your work. So don't embarrass your old man."
Lisa-Marie sullenly reported for work the next day while everyone else she knew was hanging out at the beach. Mr. Jones himself came out to greet her. "It is a pleasure to have you on the summer staff, Lisa-Marie," he said very solemnly as he shook hands with her. He was very tall and dignified with a salt-and-pepper, neatly-trimmed beard. He looked as if he rarely smiled. "Your father and I go back a very long way together," he informed her as he led her down a corridor in the bustling employees' section of the swank hotel. Since it was a very hot day, the young girl had on a pair of tight white shorts with no panties on underneath since she didn't want any lines to show. Her shorts fit her very well and she became uncomfortably aware that every male member of the staff who passed them was turning around to check out her ass. She was glad that Mr. Jones was right behind her, for otherwise she was sure that she would have been subject to some rude remarks.
"Theresa, I would like you to meet Lisa-Marie King. She has signed on to be one of our summer chambermaids," said Mr. Jones to a very efficientlooking, mid-thirtyish Oriental woman. Turning to the young girl he continued, "Theresa will be your supervisor. If you have any problems or questions, she's the one to ask. Again, it is a rare pleasure to have you here on staff." Then he nodded very stiffly and self-consciously and exited, leaving Lisa-Marie to face Theresa.
"First thing we're going to have to do is to get you a uniform," said Theresa. Then she turned abruptly and walked rapidly down another hallway. Lisa-Marie assumed she was supposed to follow and so she half-trotted to keep up with Theresa's voluptuous bottom, which twitched wickedly from side to side. The Oriental woman turned into a doorway. When Lisa-Marie entered, she found herself in a room full of pink uniforms. "Let's see," Theresa said, and her dark, almond-shaped eyes rapidly scanned the new employee's figure. "You're like me, small frame but very busty. I hope you don't mind too much, but all that would really fit you otherwise is going to be rather snug across the bust. It isn't uncomfortable, but you will definitely get flirted with." And then she winked at Lisa-Marie.
The young girl had already noticed that Theresa cut a pretty sexy figure herself in her uniform, and she didn't doubt for a moment that the exotic-looking woman must get more than her fair share of mashers. The head chambermaid handed the brown-haired girl one of the crisp pink uniforms plus a frilly white apron and a small white cap. She pointed towards a closed door on the other side of the room and said, "You can change in there. There're also shoes in there, so just look around and find your size. I'll be back in the other room."
And then she sped off, leaving Lisa-Marie and the hateful new uniform.
"I can't believe that they expect me to wear this thing," she grumbled to herself as she went into the little room to change. She pulled off her tee-shirt and her braless breasts bounced into view. She sadly reflected that she sure wouldn't be getting much of a tan on them this summer. Then she unzipped her shorts and stepped neatly out of them. Since she had neglected to wear any panties she was now totally nude. The nearly ceiling-high shelf in the room filled with shoeboxes caught her eye and she wandered on over it and began to look for size seven. Her back was to the door so she didn't notice it being opened. She stretched way up on tiptoes and reached for a shoebox on the top shelf. Her lovely rear end tightened becomingly and her shapely legs never looked lovelier.
"Oh, please do excuse me!" exclaimed a very deep male voice from behind her.
Started, Lisa-Marie knocked the box off the shelf, spilling the white shoes out right on top of her head. In the confusion, she tripped and fell to the floor.
"Lisa-Marie, are you all right?" Mr. Jones kneeled down beside the young girl. Her sweet pink nipples were erect and the effect of seeing them and most of the secrets of her lightly -haired womanhood had an obvious effect on her father's old school chum. He placed his arm about her shoulders, and the tips of his fingers grazed the side of her round breast.
"Mr. Jones," she said stupidly as she tried to gather up her senses again. She rubbed at her head as she continued to sit there on the floor with her thighs spread apart at a very enticing angle. He placed his large hand on top of her thigh with the tips of his fingers touching the soft down on her mount of 'venus. And before she got her thoughts reorganized, all of her attention became momentarily riveted on the sexual thrill that went through her at his touch.
"What happened?" Lisa-Marie asked as she finally looked at Mr. Jones' face. He was staring hungrily down at her body in a way that made her stomach flutter. But he quickly forced himself to hide the doglike lust in his eyes and to don his paternal-type concern for the young girl.
"I'm afraid that I didn't know that you were changing in here and I walked in and startled you," he said soothingly. His fingers flexed involuntarily on her thigh, causing him to brush her exposed clitoris lightly. Again a hot tingle surfaced inside of Lisa-Marie and she felt herself becoming dangerously aroused.
"Oh, that's all right," she said absently as she looked down and fully realized the situation. One of his hands was now stroking the side of her pert, upward-pointing breasts while she could see that his other hand was ever-so-slightly feeling the pinkness of her pussy. Her libido became fully ignited, though her mind raced about like a frightened rabbit at what was happening to her. "Oh, Mr. Jones," she said in an attempt to correct what was starting to happen. However, her voice came out in a sort of breathless moan that he mistook for encouragement.
"Just sit still for a moment, my dear." His voice held a tremor in it and he boldly cupped the full heft of her breast as his other hand slid down into the increasingly moist folds of her pleasure park. That powerless feeling of desire took over Lisa-Marie and she shifted about, rubbing her cunt against the palm of the man's hand. Swift pulsations of ecstasy made her bite at her lip, and her cheeks grew pink. Her mind fell blank as her sensual side took over the controls. He took advantage of her helplessness by moving his hand back and forth along her hot cunt. Her breasts heaved as she began to breathe harder and deeper. She glanced up into his dignified face and found that his features were distorted by an animal-like lust. His burning gaze upon her nakedness fueled her passion. She liked the way his eyes were hungrily eating her up. She reached down and clutched his hand tightly to her tender cunt.
"There, there," murmured Mr. Jones. "How are you feeling now?"
"Oohh!" she groaned and leaned her pretty head against his shoulder. He continued to fondle her breasts as they swayed against his chest. Lisa-Marie thought, Andrea was right! It's incredible to have a man touch you. The ache grew between her legs and she yearned for relief from the teasing tension Mr. Jones' fingers were giving her.
Her hand moved on top of his thigh and she slowly sought out the bulge she discerned beneath his very well-to-do three-piece suit. She was half-afraid that he would become shocked that the daughter of his old college friend would make such an improper advance and would inform her father of her sinful character. However, by his sigh, she could tell that he welcomed her caresses. Again, she thought of Andrea's first sexual experience and she remembered her friend telling her to be sure and touch the man's cock as much as possible. She clumsily tried to undo his zipper with one hand, but he quickly came to her rescue and exposed his hard manhood to her. Neither of them spoke as she ran her hand up and down the pulsing shaft of his cock. She stared at it with open curiosity for she had never seen a grown man naked before, much less touched an excited penis.
Her little-girl fingers on his hardness made his entire body tremble, and he pushed her roughly back on some laundry bags. He then sat up on his knees over the wide-eyed Lisa-Marie and proceeded to push his trousers down off his hips. He looked rather awkward with his cock arching out from underneath his shirttails while he still had his jacket and vest on. But his face was as red as his penis and he obviously was too caught up in this spur-of-the-moment fling to care how undignified he appeared to be.
The light-brown-haired girl watched him impatiently from out of her half-closed green eyes. There was a jungle beat of passion moving through her, literally making her pelvis twitch slightly. I feel almost crazy, she thought happily as she undulated provocatively before her new boss. Her arousal was so intense that the sexual feelings coursing through her were almost painful. There was just something uncontrollably titillating about spreading her legs apart and showing off the very core of her newly born womanhood to a man. "Be sure and sit with your legs together!" her mother would always admonish her. Not anymore, Mom! she thought with an inward defiant snicker.
"You have a wonderful body, Lisa-Marie," whispered Mr. Jones hoarsely. He then quickly shrugged his jacket off and fell on top of the female feast spread lavishly before him. His hands cupped each of her cantaloupe-sized breasts, and his tongue snaked out from his bearded mouth to taste the sweetness of her pink nipples.
Now what! she thought, beginning to feel somewhat overwhelmed by the apparent ardor she was causing this man. She grasped his shoulders as his sucking mouth delighted her breasts. She closed her eyes and smiled, her sensuous mouth curving up slightly at the corners. So far she really was enjoying having this tall man on top of her and she pressed his face into her firm breasts. "Your beard feels nice," she remarked in an effort to break the silence and be polite.
But Mr. Jones apparently did not feel the need to carry on small-talk. Possibly he was being egged on by the fear that his sense of moral appropriateness would catch up with his libido and make him let go of his delicious prey.
Lisa-Marie moved her hands down his hairy thighs and then reached around and stroked his equally hairy buttocks. I didn't know that men were so furry, she thought, then made a mental note to ask Andrea about this observation. She felt something alluringly hot bump up against her swollen clitoris several times, causing her heart to beat faster. What can that be? Is it his ... thing? she wondered, and she felt down between her thighs for the strange object. Her hand closed upon his stiff pole, which seemed to have grown even larger than the last time she had touched it. As she clutched his cock, she could feel the power surging through it and, for a split-second, she almost chickened out of letting the man deflower her.
"Oohh!" moaned Mr. Jones in a very deep bass tone that seemed to emanate straight out from his chest and resonate directly into hers. It was the sound of his passion which gave the young girl the courage to forge onward. I have to get this virgin thing over with sometime, she thought. And she knew that once the brief pain was over with, all of the hitherto-unknown pleasures of sex awaited her.
Mr. Jones began to kiss her neck and face while he took his cock out of the young girl's hand. She kept still while she felt him trying to find the opening of her cunt. The feel of the tip of his penis moving over the well-lubricated folds of her pussy made her begin to breathe in quick huff-huffs. She was aware that she sounded like a miniature locomotive, but she was unable to stop.
"You want my cock, don't you?" crooned the man.
What he said was so out of character that Lisa-Marie was at a loss as to how to respond. Yet he couldn't have been more correct, and she braced herself for the plunge into adulthood. His fingers probed and found the tight, tiny opening to her vagina. Then she felt the hard, relentless pushing on her fragile hymen by his hard cock. She dug her fingers into his broad shoulders and stared up into his greying hair. Panic almost overtook her, but she kept going because she wanted to be able to tell Andrea about her accomplishment.
His cock was creating a dull pain between her legs which mingled with her sexual arousal. She moaned softly as she debated on whether or not to ask him to stop. She saw beads of perspiration appear on the man's forehead as he struggled to penetrate her.
"Try and relax, my dear," he said after a while.
Lisa-Marie found nothing to argue about in his suggestion and she thought about the calming breathing exercises she had been taught in her yoga class. I knew yoga would come in handy someday, she thought as she closed her eyes and slowly filled her lungs. "Gaah!" she exclaimed when a sharp pain informed her that she was no longer burdened with virginity.
"Are you all right?" Mr. Jones asked, his voice floating into her ears from a seemingly great distance.
"As you were, Mr. Jones," mumbled Lisa-Marie as she continued her yoga-breathing.
The man needed no more prodding to continue pushing his thick ramrod into the awe-inspiring elastic tightness of the young girl's pussy. As he slowly sheathed himself inside her, she felt the pain subside and be replaced with the growing need to be fucked by Mr. Jones. Warm desire emanated out from between their joined groins, instilling a wealth of urgency in both of them.
"Oh, I think I'm going to like this," muttered Lisa-Marie from between her clenched white teeth. She spread her legs apart as far as possible in order to allow his cock to penetrate her to the utmost. She felt slightly ludicrous having her feet dangling up in the air, but Andrea had said nothing about sex being dignified.
The tall man began to pump the young girl's cunt with well-controlled, rhythmic hip-thrusts. His balls slapped up against her source of gratification, making her clitoris race towards climax. She found her pelvis returning his thrusts in well-coordinated parries. There was something very deeply satisfying in, having a cock stretch out the walls of her cunt. His penis was sending pulsations of rapture through the very heart and soul of her being. As he fucked her, her full breasts quivered to the movement of their bodies.
Lisa-Marie gasped just as the orgasm swept her up and up to dizzying heights of heavenly release. For a never-to-be-forgotten moment, her first penis-induced climax sent her into hot shock. She clung to the man as he thrust a few more times into the clenched fist of her cunt before sighing mightily as his sperm boiled out of him deep within her. Then Mr. Jones slid off her sweaty body and lay panting on the laundry bags beside her as he waited to recover from the exertion.
Lisa-Marie sat up and grinned after she stopped tingling. "Wow!" she exclaimed, smiling toothily. "So that's what all the fuss is about!"
Mr. Jones looked wearily up into her excited face. "What do you mean?" He sounded slightly resentful as if he begrudged her quick youthful recovery.
"Everywhere you look, you see and hear about how great sex is. I was kind of scared that sex would turn out to be anticlimactic, if you'll excuse the pun. You know what I mean. But fucking was even better than I thought it would be. Once it stopped hurting and all...." Lisa-Marie was babbling more to herself than she was to the now-horrified-looking man. He leaped to his feet and almost slipped and fell as he struggled to pull his trousers back up.
"Great Scott!" he exclaimed in an alarmed stage whisper. "Do you mean to tell me that I ... that you ... that I took the virginity of Benjamin King's daughter?" He stood staring straight before him as he tried to absorb the full meaning of his words. "Great Scott!" he repeated. "I used to play football with Ben King in college."
Lisa-Marie understood Mr. Jones' anxiety and confusion, and she sought to allay his fears. "Well," she said in a hushed, consoling tone, "you can just think of it as having played a different kind of ballgame with your college buddy's daughter."
Mr. Jones didn't look comforted, however. He averted his eyes from the winsome view of Lisa-Marie's nudity and stiffly said, "Please dress quickly and report to Theresa. There's to be no slacking off on the job. It's tourist season, you know!" And he exited quickly from the room while trying rather unsuccessfully to tuck his shirt in properly.