Chapter 5

When I graduated from high school, I wanted to get out of this little town I'd lived all my life in.

I had bitter memories about Dennis, and hoped that I could start life anew in a big city.

I chose New York, since I had read so much about it, and in that my older sister Mary had settled there.

I was interviewed immediately for a secretarial position at an advertising firm on Madison Avenue. I was enchanted at the prospect of going to work there, and once I met my prospective boss, Harding Scott, a handsome, brown-haired man in his late thirties, I was more eager than ever.

I could tell from the way that Scott sized me up at that first meeting that he was extra hot for me. I looked down at his crotch and observed the huge bulge, which squarely indicated where he stood.

"How about us going to dinner tonight?" he asked with a smile. "Maybe we could discuss your employment situation further. I am looking for a Girl Friday, somebody who is available to do a little traveling with me, and who can perform office functions. I realize that you're young, but you're a very mature looking and acting girl. I like that."

I had an idea that he wanted to do a lot more than discuss future job possibilities with me that evening, but since he was so handsome, and in that I wanted to go to work for this advertising agency anyway, I figured I'd go along with him.

As we had dinner in one of New York's better restaurants, he leaned across the table and exclaimed :

"You sure are a gorgeous gal."

He reached underneath the table, permitting his fingers to move tantalizingly over my left leg.

The longer he touched my thighs, the greater the degree of heat that began generating through my whole body.

After dinner, he took me to a hotel room.

I recall the way he eyed me as I undressed.

I jumped out of my panties and he stared at my furry triangle.

"I love those blonde pubic hairs," he chuckled. "It shows that you're no phony blonde. You're the real thing."

He walked over and began stroking my snatch, moving the fingers resolutely.

He walked over and slid his naked body in the bed. He sat propped up on his buttocks, letting me see his huge prick.

"Come over here, lover," he whispered, turning me on with the sexiness of his tone.

Soon our arms were clasping around each other longingly, and his cock began pressing against the side of my leg. As I rubbed my leg against his cock to increase the sensations, I succeeded in getting him hotter than ever.

He ran his fingers searchingly over my round, firm butt, finding it even more tantalizing in the nude than it had been earlier that day when he had seen me in a dress.

He let his chest brush against my tits as his lips moved toward mine. He allowed his lips to plunge against mine, preferring to begin slowly with the lovemaking. He wanted to save his orgasmic liquid, I figured, until just the right moment.

Gradually the kisses began heating up. After beginning with a few soft, gentle pecks, he finally let his lips crush against mine more devastatingly than ever. I held my breath and extended my tits so that they were rubbing across his chest more noticeably. I have a beautiful set of knockers and know just how to use them when the occasion demands.

He let his hand sweep across my beautiful nipples, then permitted it to roam downward till it was rubbing softly against my furry snatch.

He let his tongue finally slip inside my mouth. It ran smoothly against my tongue in brisk strokes. He accentuated the pace, letting his tongue lock consistently against mine.

My fingers began to run up and down the small of his back as our tongues continued to splash with erotic enjoyment against each other.

He suddenly withdrew his tongue from mine. He dramatically stepped up the pace of his cunt massage, using the fingers of one hand to maneuver over my pussy, while the fingers of the other were working on my tits.

All the while my body was swaying with anxiety.

"I need a tongue bath, baby, and I need it bad," I sighed.

"Okay, doll," he nodded, kissing my lips one more time.

"I need a trip around the world," I told him fervently. "Plant that tongue all over me. Make me yours, sweetheart."

My passionate message drove the point home with startling clarity. I was with a man who loved to fuck, and the more unrestrained he became, the better I in turn felt.

After my long period of abstinence stemming from the break-up with Dennis, I needed to come out of the doldrums, and this hot man was just the person to put me back into the ranks of the sexually living.

"Turn your tongue loose on my tits. I want your tongue action," I cried out as he rubbed his chest against my tits.

Determined to please me, he released his tongue, allowing it to travel downward toward my hot boobs. He alternately sucked and nibbled on my breasts and nipples as thrills surged through me.

His legs rubbed briskly against mine as the sucking continued, getting both of us steamed up for bigger and better things, not that tit sucking was all that bad, mind you, particularly with my sexy knockers. I knew that I was pushing ahead in the job sweepstakes, and my smooth, lovely boobs were certainly having a lot to do with it.

"Work your way down to my legs, baby, I want your sucks," I told him. "I want you inside my mound. Keep that busy tongue going. Damned but you can teach me, darling, you really can. You're that good. Suck my snatch, baby. Oh, suck it."

He licked and love bit my stomach as my body began to sway some more, getting me all the more in the groove.