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 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, "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?"
