As my cock continued to throb and spurt into her mouth, I threw my head back against the hotel’s pillow, and regained my breath. Looking down into those sexy green eyes smiling up at me, I could only marvel at how my fantasies had come true in so short a time…
Meeting a Sex Goddess
I was gainfully employed as an assistant manager at a local retail outlet that summer. A year out of college, free from debt, single as a dollar bill, and with a libido that knew few boundaries. After a couple of unsuccessful flings with girls I had known from school, who were still struggling to graduate, I was starting to wonder if my sex life was about to halt into an all-time low, as the urges started to hit their all-time peak.
So, it was with an open mind that I received the news that I was being transferred to the downtown branch to sub in for a manager going on maternity leave. I had heard nothing but good things about the downtown scene, as the revitalized district had attracted thousands of young singles into the area. My good luck seemed secure. I knew that the staff at this new store was mostly middle-aged or older, so I figured I would have to be content with the clientele to find a new playmate. I just knew I was destined to meet some tall, leggy blond young professional who would be shopping for those sexy business suits that women tastefully use to accentuate their shape and curves.
I was not disappointed. First day on the job - Friday. Casual day for the majority of the downtown office population. Women wearing low-cut blouses, and form-fitting slacks. I was in heaven! Here, a brunette with an obvious boob job who wanted to make a return, and her equally well-endowed friend asking if I was new. A stunning redhead exhibiting her high, firm ass in a pair of skintight faux leather pants as she bent over to pick up a hat she had dropped. My eyes must have been huge! I had to call my buddies at the old store to gloat over my success in what was sure to be a never-ending supply of eye candy.
I was so busy getting adjusted to the new “surroundings” and my new staff, that I hardly noticed the dark-haired beauty who had arrived for her afternoon shift following the lunch hour rush. Once the foot traffic had cleared out enough, I started to straighten the mess left by the onslaught of customers. Bending over the table to re-fold the blouses left piled high, my eyes caught sight of a shapely pair of legs underneath a knee-length skirt stopping next to me. I raised my gaze to meet the most beautiful, piercing pair of green eyes I have ever seen, and heard her say, “Hi! I’m Layla, from the Clinique counter.”
The fun was just beginning. I used the brief moments it took me to straighten up to make a quick survey of the physical assets my new friend possessed. Layla was olive-skinned, either from Hispanic or Italian descent, with a pair of legs that reached her neck. She appeared to be about 5’8”, and with that perfect body shape that guys describe as “not too skinny”. Her face was beautiful. Her eyes stood out under a full, shoulder-length hairstyle that looked good from every angle. Her lips were very full and pouty - and pulled back into a gorgeous smile that was hard to ignore from across a room. Unfortunately, checking out her tits without being obvious was going to require a little inventive behavior.
“Hey Layla, I’m Neil. I’m the replacement for ------ while she’s on maternity leave.” The opportunity to stare at her cleavage was going to be now or never. I fixed my eyes directly below her neck to check her nametag and see where it indicated the number of years she had worked with the company.
Wow. My obvious stare at her “nametag” was letting me get an eyeful of the perfect pair of breasts straining her blouse to the fullest. My first impression was DD-cup. I had to force myself to find her nametag and I had to work even harder to find the info I was looking for.
