Cindy Lou really enjoyed her job in her Uncle Fred's furniture store. The work wasn't really exciting or challenging but it was quite interesting and paid well enough and she enjoyed interacting with her co-workers and the other people she dealt with. Mostly, she was a receptionist, actually more like a hostess, greeting customers who came into the store and schmoozing with them until somebody from the sales staff was available but she filled in other places where needed.
One day, her uncle approached her, accompanied by a tall young man. "Cindy," he said, shortening her name in a way she didn't like but hadn't said anything about. "This is Carlos. He just turned 18 and he will be working in the stockroom after school. How about showing him around?"
"Hi, Carlos," Cindy Lou greeted him, offering her hand to shake. Shyly, he reached out and took her hand, but quickly dropped it as if it were hot. It was obvious that he was extremely bashful, especially around women. She thought that was a shame, because he was quite handsome, with curly black hair and clear, light brown skin. Cindy Lou felt the familiar, pleasant feeling in her pussy that she always gets when she meets a good-looking man, especially when he is young and tall.
"Show him all over the stockrooms, Cindy, even the dead storage. We'll be donating some of the old stuff from there pretty soon." This was a reference to the area where old furniture, sometimes damaged, was kept. It was very much out of the way and people hardly ever had any reason to go there. Cindy Lou had sometimes thought of the dead storage area as a being a good place to take a nap if she ever needed one, because of its isolation and privacy. Looking at the handsome young man whom she would be showing around, she thought of a better use for the place, especially for a certain bed that she knew was stored there.
She started by taking him around the showrooms where customers browsed. Cindy Lou was glad she had worn sheer panties and one of her shortest skirts that day. When she had a chance, she raised the hemline even more by pulling the skirt up higher on her waist. By undoing the top buttons on her blouse and pulling her bra down, she was able to show off even more cleavage than usual. At the first opportunity, she dropped her pencil and bent down in front of Carlos. She took her time picking it up because she wanted to give him a good, long look at what she hoped he would soon be licking and fondling. The anticipation made her pussy wetter.
Cindy Lou has never been clumsy, but that afternoon she found herself frequently dropping pencils and other things. Whatever landed on the floor, she picked it up, smiling up at the young man as she bent over in front of him to make sure he had as good a look at her creamy breasts as she could give him. In the sections where dressers and chests of drawers were stored or displayed, her tactics escalated. Although she had no real reason to open any of the drawers, she did so anyhow, and always the lowest ones. To open them, she bent over with her legs straight, raising her skirt all the way up her back, giving Carlos, who was standing behind her, a perfect look at her legs and ass. His view was practically unimpeded by her panties, which were transparent to start with and their wetness made them cling to her skin.
Because of his extreme shyness, Carlos responded to her putting herself on display and her friendly and provocative comments in monosyllables, sometimes stuttering too much for even that. Cindy Lou persisted in her attempts to start a personal conversation that she could steer into some action between the two of them. She was sure that, with her charm, blonde good looks and sexy body, she would succeed in seducing him when they reached the bed she had in her mind.
However, by the time they reached the dead storage area, where she had expected her plans to come to fruition, Cindy Lou was starting to feel frustrated. From surreptitious looks at the front of Carlos' pants, she knew the show that she was giving him was having the desired effect, but he had yet to put his hands on her or say or do anything remotely intimate. Even so, the apparent length and thickness of the bulge that she had been ogling encouraged her to continue, but she decided she was being too subtle with the bashful and probably inexperienced young man.
Cindy Lou stopped at the side of the bed and mattress she thought would be the best place for what she had in mind. It was in the most isolated corner of the top floor of the building, the headboard right against one wall and one side close to the other wall. Pieces of furniture were piled on the other two sides, concealing it. There was just a narrow passage leading to the bed so that if anybody were to come here it would be for this specific item, such as Cindy Lou had done, bringing along the youthful object of her lust.
"Come over her, Carlos. I want to show you something about the head of this bed."
To get to where she wanted him, he had to squeeze past her and, as he did, she felt his stiff cock rubbing against her through his pants. The palm of Cindy Lou's hand was waiting for him when he got by her and when she felt his cock, she gave it a squeeze, acting quickly before he had time to jump away. Elation filled her because, from the brief contact, his cock felt thick and heavy, just what she wanted in her pussy.
"Excuse me, Miss Cindy," the flustered young man finally managed to say, after much stammering.
"Oh, don't worry about it," she responded as she sat on the bed, first pulling off her shoes. "I liked it. Please, call me Cindy Lou. Why don't you sit here beside me?" She looked up at him and patted the bed. Once he was sitting, she expected to put one arm around his shoulders, pull his promising cock out of his pants, take it in her mouth and go from there. Unfortunately, he was too tongue-tied to say anything and too bashful to do anything but stand where he was, shifting his weight back and forth from one foot to the other.
"You sure are a good-looking dude, Carlos. I'll bet you've got a lot of girlfriends. How many do you have, anyhow?"
"N-n-n-none," he was finally able to squeeze out of his mouth.
"Aw, I can't believe that. Someone as tall and handsome as you? I'll bet you have sex with half the girls in town."
Carlos couldn't even answer; he just stood there with his mouth open but nothing came out. He did manage to shake his head from side to side.
Cindy Lou decided she wasn't getting anywhere trying to get the bashful young man to open up or make any kind of move. If she was going to get his big cock in her pussy, where it was urgently desired, she would need to take even more direct action.
Carlos was still backed up in the corner by the head of the bed so Cindy Lou stood up and stepped in front of him. "You're not only good-looking, you've got something here that all the girls want." She gently squeezed his cock through his pants. It felt even bigger than it had before, and it was definitely harder. The nylon zipper slid down easily and she reached through the fly of his underwear to fondle his bare cock. It was too big and hard to be pulled out through that opening, which made Cindy Lou even more avid to get it inside her eager, wet pussy.
Still pinning him in the corner, she unfastened his belt and pants and pulled them down to his knees. Carlos' erection was stretching the front of his shorts but she carefully worked the waistband around it and pulled the underwear down to join his pants. When his stiff cock bounced free, it was even bigger than she had expected. As Cindy Lou held it in her hand she was elated that she couldn't even come close to getting her fingers around it.
