It began one afternoon in August. Steph and I were sitting around talking. She wanted to talk about sex. I found it strange to be talking to her this with her. I am 32, heavy set, 5'8, brown hair and eyes, with a goatee and freckles. Steph is 19, 5'4, petite, brownish blonde hair, blue eyes. She has medium sized firm perky breast and a sweet round ass.
She just couldn't hear enough; she kept prodding me for more. Her eyes would get big and mouth would open and I recounted my many adventures at the local gentlemen's club. Her eyes got the widest when I talked about eating pussy. I told her many stories and she wanted more.
I was getting turned on talking to her about this stuff. Steph just listened, not saying much. I now wanted to hear from her. I asked her to tell me about her escapades. She asked what I wanted to know. I told her to start with her first time; it was at this point that she sheepishly replied that she was a virgin.
I was a little taken aback. This sweet, young woman was a virgin. It kind of surprised me that she wanted to hear all this stuff. Stories of me eating pussy at the clubs, telling her how I had been propositioned by a dancer at a peep show for a homosexual encounter, and about my first experience in a peep show booth. This young woman just couldn't hear enough about sex.
On this particular Thursday, we were both going to have to work the late shift. When Steph arrived back at work from her lunch break, I noticed that she had changed clothes. Earlier in the day she had worn an ankle length dress, she returned in a short sundress that showed all of her young curves. My mind began to fantasize about getting under that skirt from the moment she came back. Everyone else left at 5 p.m., and just she and I were left in the store until close. She sat at her desk and I at the conference table facing her. From the moment we sat down, Steph wanted to talk about sex some more. It almost seemed as if she were gathering information. So I began telling her more.
Steph just sat there and listened, occasionally asking a question. As our conversation went on, I noticed Steph's legs moving further apart. Soon my eyes became glued on the inside of her creamy thighs and her white panties. My cock was now rock hard. After a period of time, she shrugged her shoulders complaining that they were stiff. I told her that if she went into the office with me that I would massage them. We entered the office and she took a seat in one of the chairs. I took a standing position behind her and began to rub her shoulders. They were soft and smooth. We continued talking as I rubbed her shoulders. At first I just looked straight ahead, but when I looked down I noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra.