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SUMMER JOB

Everyone in the story is over 18 years of age. The young man and woman are between their junior and senior years in college and are 20 to 21 years old. I hope readers will enjoy it.

Between my junior and senior year at the university, I got a summer job. I worked in a records warehouse. Businesses would store their records with the warehouse and they could come get them in the rare instances when they needed them. I was the records retriever while the regular guy was out with a serious illness. In the outer office was a girl, Molly, also a summer-hire also between her junior and senior years at the same university. She was the data entry person and she would help retrieving records as well.

The work routine was that a manager would come by in the morning to see that we were there and everything was in order. A security guy would come by at five to lock up the building. In between, Molly and I were there all alone all day.

Molly was a fox. Her body wouldn’t win a beauty contest, but she had all the right parts in the right places. She was a really nice girl, though a bit shy. Neither of us had a significant other, so there was an opportunity for us to get to know each other.

The warehouse layout included a lot of high shelves with boxes piled on them up to a fifteen feet high ceiling. There was a sliding ladder along each section of shelves so we would slide the ladder to the correct location and then climb it to get to the appropriate box. Usually, I would need to bring a box or two down the ladder and then take it to the reception area for whoever wanted to retrieve it. The owner of the records would often come to the office area to look for the records they wanted, or, we might retrieve something from the box ourselves. Another task we had was to check the accuracy of the inventory, which involved checking each of the shelves to see if everything was in the right place. Molly did most of that work, with my help keeping the ladder steady and handing her things she needed.

We had to stay in the warehouse; we couldn’t leave for lunch. We used the microwave in the office. Molly and I got fooling around with different types of food for lunch and had a good time joking about it. Our friendship proceeded from there. We would joke around in the warehouse while we retrieved or inventoried records.

Molly would usually wear pants, but, on infrequent occasions, would wear a skirt. One day, while Molly was up the ladder checking on the records, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to look up her skirt. I could see her legs and her panties. I kidded her about it saying that I had an “excellent view” and saying I had ‘no problem’ with helping her with her tasks. She joked back and sometimes would flip her skirt up to let me see her panty covered ass. She started wearing skirts on a more regular basis, not every day, but several times per week. She would tell me that when I was helping her that I just wanted to see her panties. I told her that she could stop me from looking at them if she didn’t wear any. I kept kidding her about that until one Friday, she asked me to hold the ladder for her. When she climbed up the ladder, I took my typical look up her skirt and, by gosh, she wasn’t wearing any panties. I could clearly see her pink, soft ass and when she turned to reach for something, I caught a glimpse of the hair on her pussy. Molly came down the ladder, told me to have a good weekend and then she promptly left the building.

I couldn’t Ankara Yabancı Escort wait for another opportunity to look at Molly’s pussy. I couldn’t get the image of her nice firm ass out of my mind. She wouldn’t repeat her panty-less performance despite my continually requesting it. She asked me if I had jacked-off after seeing her pussy and my reluctance to answer provided her the answer. She would tell me she didn’t want to be a cock teaser, even though that was what she was doing.

Then, one day, I was getting a number of heavy boxes down from a high shelf. Molly was holding the ladder as I climbed up and down with the boxes. It was Friday, again. I was almost done and was slowly and carefully climbing down the ladder, step by step when Molly surprised me. I was halfway down when she grabbed my pants at the waist and pulled them and my undershorts down to my ankles. She had pulled them over my waist despite my belt holding the pants up. I was stuck on the ladder with the boxes in my arms with my pants at my ankles and when I turned, my cock was dangling in front of Molly’s face. I couldn’t safely move my feet and asked her to pull the pants up so I didn’t fall. Instead, she told me to lift one foot. When I did, she pulled my pants over my foot along with my shoe. I had to lift the other foot and she did the same with my other foot, taking my sock too. I think my dick was as hard as it had ever been. While I finished climbing down the ladder, Molly took my clothes and went out to the front counter. I didn’t know what she had done with my clothes. She laughed at me and said it was only fair to see my dick, since I was so insistent on seeing her pussy. I didn’t know how to react. I was trying to turn to the side to avoid displaying my hard on. Molly told me to finish getting the boxes down and then she would return my pants. I made another trip up the ladder and on the way down, Molly grabbed my prick in her hand and squeezed it.

“Does your prick get this hard when you think about my pussy?” she asked.

I was embarrassed but told her that it would get just as hard as it was now. I started back up the ladder to get another box, when she grabbed my prick again to keep me from climbing higher. She held the cock right in front of her. She got her phone and took a picture of me bottomless. Then she asked me to take off my shirt so she could get one of me completely naked, except for one sock. I was embarrassed, but turned on by being stripped by this pretty girl. So, I gave her my shirt and she took another photo.

When I got the next box down, she took it and then grabbed my cock again. This time, she moved closer. She blew her breath on it, gave it a lick and then took it in her mouth. I’d never had a blow job before. It was amazing. My knees were week. She had me under her control with just her mouth. She held my balls and had my cock in her mouth, sucking back and forth. I moaned and quickly shot a load of cum into her warm, soft mouth. She gulped down my semen, swallowing it all. She licked her lips and looked at me with a sexy smile. She took another picture. She said she had a before and after shot and noted that my dick had lost some of its length and stiffness. She left me in the back room, with my dick out while she went out front and did some paperwork. I pleaded with her to return my pants until she finally walked back and threw my pants to me.

I asked, ‘Where are my underpants.”

She replied, Bahçelievler Escort “I’ve heard of guys keeping girl’s panties as a trophy so I’m going to keep your shorts. I’ll hang them in the living room where my friends will ask about them”.

Again, she left promptly at quitting time.

The next week, we didn’t mention the previous week’s encounter until lunch when she asked, “I’ve never given a blow-job before. How did I do?”

I had to admit, “I’ve never had one myself, but it’s hard to imagine anyone doing better.”

She teased me, “Well, maybe I should suck-off some guy with more experience.”

I said, “No, please don’t. It was special. If you want to practice some more, I’m available.”

I was able to take her for a sandwich after work and then we went to movie on Friday. I walked her to her door and she let me kiss her for the first time. I loved the taste of her lips until she broke it off and went inside.

We kept working together the next week. On Wednesday, Molly was doing some work up on a ladder when she called me over from the paperwork I was doing. As I approached, she turned toward me on the ladder and lifted her shirt in the front, showing me her pretty brown bush and her entire pussy.

“Eat me.” She asked. “I’ve never had anyone lick me down there. One of my friends told me how good it feels. Show me.”

I’d never eaten or done anything with any girl’s pussy, but I was willing to learn, on-the-job-training. She lifted her leg to the side to give me better access. I put my face in her muff, rubbed my nose through her perfumed bush and began to lick her. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I could tell from her reaction when I was hitting a good spot. I worked on her tiny clit, which caused her body to stiffen and then react. She moaned as I continued and I guess she came. She held my head into her pussy as she finished by grinding on my face.

“You must’ve done that before because you were pretty good.” She said.

“That was my first time.” I replied. “Maybe with some practice, I can do even better.” She just cooed at that.

We dated again that weekend and ended up at her place on Friday night. She had a roommate who made herself scarce as we necked on the couch and ended up in bed. In another first for each of us, I made love to her. I wore a rubber to be safe. The feeling of putting my boner in her warm, wet box was unbelievable. It’s still the greatest feeling in the world, making love to Molly. We continued with a torrid affair.

We quickly got to where we were screwing in the warehouse during work. We were able to complete all our assignments and meet with the few customers that came to the counter. In between time, we fucked ourselves to exhaustion. We were imaginative in where we did it. One time we made love on the top shelf.

One day, near the end of our time, we were fooling around in the outer office. Molly had removed her top and I had my dick out. My pants were at my ankles and I was rubbing my cock between her tits, getting a titty-fuck. We were behind the service counter which was about four feet high. We had gotten so casual about our sex that we forgot about customers possibly coming in. Sure enough, customers came in, a man and a woman. I whispered to Molly to stay down since she had her top off. She nestled beneath me and against the counter. While I was speaking with the customers, Molly started to play with my cock. I tried to maintain my composure. Balgat Escort I had to look for information on the computer and had them fill out a form. When Molly put my cock in her mouth, I couldn’t help taking a deep breath. I hoped the customers didn’t notice. They seemed to be in a talkative mood while I wanted to get them out of the shop. They wanted some records and I promised to recover them if they would give me and hour to find them. They knew that I should have been able to get the records while they waited. While I was trying to delay them, Molly continued to suck my cock. I was tempted to start pumping my hips and fuck her mouth. I was about to come and didn’t know if I could avoid letting the pleasure show on my face.

Finally, the two customers started laughing and said they would go next door to get a cup of coffee. As soon as they were out the door, I reached down and put my hands around Molly’s head and exploded into her mouth. She had really put me in a difficult position and I was flustered, not knowing how to react. She was laughing while she wiped my semen from her lips and some that had dripped onto her chest. When she stood up, she pushed out her fantastic bare breasts. She was so beautiful and hot that I couldn’t even think of getting angry with her.

“Put your shirt on and help me get these records.” I asked.

“Maybe I should wait on those people like this.” She said, showing off those wonderful tits.

Then she said, “You know they could see me.”

I was surprised, “Huh?”

She said, “I noticed that there is a reflection off one of the computer screens on the back table. I could see them so I’m sure they could see me. When the woman looked at me and smiled, I sucked you in deeper, to try to get you to lose your composure.”

“I wondered why they kept talking and laughing.”

“I liked having people watch me suck your cock.” She said, a sign of her exhibitionist tendencies that I loved.

We dressed and got the boxes and were ready with them when the man and woman returned.

Molly was back in the warehouse, out of sight.

The woman said, “I’m used to dealing with the young lady who is normally here.”

I said, “She is busy in the back.”

The woman laughed and said, “I imagine she was ‘busy’ when we were here before too.”

I blushed and said, “Yes ma’am.”

Molly walked out from the back and the woman said, “Hi Molly. Say hi to your mother for me.”

Oh shit! I thought, the woman knows Molly. The woman put her finger to her lips to indicate that she would keep quite about what she had seen.

When she left, now Molly was flustered. “That’s Mrs. Rose. I didn’t recognize her from under the counter. She knows my mother and helped me get this job. She must think I’m a slut. I’ll die if Mom finds out.”

I asked Molly, “What, you don’t want your mom to know you like to suck cock? Maybe she would be proud of her daughter, hearing how good you are.”

Molly gave me a ‘look’ and said, “If you ever want me to suck your dick again, you’ll drop this subject.”

I did and we were more careful about where we fooled around after that.

One of the managers got suspicious of how close Molly and I had become. She almost caught us a couple of times. She called us in and was going to fire us. However, we looked at the company rules. There were all sorts of rules about sexual harassment and dereliction during work hours, but there was nothing about consensual sex during employees’ lunch hour. So, she was flummoxed.

The summer jobs ended soon anyway and we went back to school, but we continued to see each other and moved in together for the last semester of our senior year.

We were married that summer. Oh, Mrs. Rose was at the wedding.

That’s how my wife and I met.

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