WIth my receptionist

It wasn’t a regular Monday as I drove to work. I had remembered to wear the only green long sleeve shirt I owned,. My socks and boxer shorts were green as well. The office building I worked in was two stories tall and situated in an upscale industrial park. The company had swelled from only a small handful of employees to a much larger group of a hundred. It was my first real job out of college, and I liked the dynamic urgency of the daily business. Something was always going on. A rush or a hurry to get something out the door to a customer made days fly by as fast as the technology of the digital world changed.
As I pulled into my parking space at the far end of the building, I pulled down the sun visor to check my hair in the backside mirror. I looked down the rows of cars for Swathi’s white Honda Civic, but my anticipatory energy dwindled when I didn’t see it.
Swathi had only been with the company for six months. She was the latest in a series of receptionists, and to me she was the hottest girl the company had ever hired to answer the phones. She sat behind the half-wall counter just inside the main entrance, the first thing a visitor would see was her full lips and beautiful friendly smile. If they wore sunglasses, like I usually did, they would surely be drawn down her neckline to the luscious full round breasts she couldn’t hide if she tried. They had to be a D cup and in the high thirties if not forty in size.
The rest of her figure I admired just as much. He’d see her occasionally at the fax machine or copier changing paper baskets and admire her well-balanced hips and narrowing waist. She wasn’t skinny, but her body was lush with curves made for kissing and running your hands over. It was the kind of body I dreamed my hard cock would pulse against anywhere it touched.
For the first couple of months she worked for the company, I had only known her by her voice over the intercom telling me had a call. My office room was at the opposite end of the building and until about a month ago, I had always just parked in front of office and entered through one of the side doors. But lately, I purposefully had started parking on the other end of the building so I could go through the main entrance and see Swathi. Her friendly smile was a great way to start the morning.
She must be late today. I hoped she didn’t have the day off, but if she did, she certainly deserved it. Her job was very intense at times and I thought she was under appreciated for the excellent initial customer interface she performed. I thought it was in part, because she only really answered the phone. The company had very few visitors. Maybe two visits a week and some weeks none at all. The lobby was a lonely place. Everyone else in the company worked within ear range of other people and interacted with several others. The receptionist job didn’t. Her desk was isolated from everyone else. All by herself and tied to the phone, she rarely felt the camaraderie of fellow employees.
I joked with her about the loneliness of the lobby she oversaw. Every time I called in or spoke to her, I would pretend to be eagerly interested in her lobby and ask, “So, is anybody in the lobby?” She’d gotten used to my humorous questions and give creative replies like “Just a gang of gypsies trying to get change for a twenty.” Or, “A midget, I think, but I can’t see over the counter.” Or on days when she was really busy and harried, she’d just say, “No. No one. Just me.” Her voice sounding genuinely disappointed.
I got out of my car and walked across the parking lot. I opened the main lobby door and sure enough, Swathi’s desk was vacant. I was disappointed she was not there The daily newspaper was lying on the floor. It was delivered through a mail slot every day and Swathi would usually find it, and take it to the conference room for anyone to read who wanted to.
As we weaved through the hallway arches to the conference room, I heard noise in the conference room. The soft carpet muffled my approaching steps and as I rounded the copier area and turned towards the open conference room door, I saw the incredible sight of Swathi bent over trying to get a hold of a heavy full box of invoices. The skirt she was wearing had completely risen. She had a tattoo. I was drawn to the tiny blue flower with six petals just a finger distance from her crack and slightly above her asshole. Most panties would hide it. But not the green ones she wore today.
I felt my cock twitch in my pants. It was unfurling with speed and my underwear wasn’t positioned correctly for it. Without thinking, he reached down to ease the discomfort just as Swathi turned and saw me.
I was caught! She knew it wasn’t my fault. But my hand touching my pants crotch was surprising and she quickly rose up and stammered, “Oh, you surprised me. I didn’t hear you.”
I moved the newspaper in front of my crotch to hide the obvious tent .I asked her do u need some help. Those boxes look heavy.”
“They are a little. Last year’s invoices. We have an audit today.” Swathi saw the newspaper and reached her hand out for it. “i’ll take that.”
I didn’t see any option but to hand it to her. It really all happened in a few seconds, but it seemed like slow motion to Swathi. When I handed her the newspaper, She immediately saw erection. It was impossible to hide. She couldn’t look away. “Can you put that box on top of the table?” Swathi asked as she took the newspaper to the center of the conference table. Footsteps in the hallway saved me from any further frozen action. I moved to the box Swathi was trying to lift and picked it up. I didn’t wait to see the look on Swathi’s face, as I hurried out the conference door and down the hallway towards my office room.
The rest of the day went much better but it took until noon before I ventured out of my office. I worried about what Swathi might say to other women in the office. I searched for signs of her being upset whenever she paged me over the intercom, but couldn’t find any. By lunchtime, I was too busy to think any more about it.
As the day went by rain began falling about two and the clouds hung low, not moving. The day progressed until I got a call from one of my suppliers who had samples to show me. Suresh was a nice guy, a couple years older than me, but new to his job and the area. He sounded excited as he spoke about the samples over the phone to me. I said “Sure. I’ll be here, just come by.” I hung up the phone, and looked at my watch, it was an hour before quitting time. I thought I had plenty of time, but Suresh was late. When the phone rang again, it was ten minutes until five.
“Sorry Shailendra. The rain has really caused a bunch of accidents on the road and I got stuck. Would u like to meet me outside he asked. I agreed to meet him at the place told by him Yeah, I know the place. I’ll meet you there.” I finished up my work, and slipped down the back stairs to my car. I thought it best to keep out of sight of Swathi for a few days.
The rain wasn’t heavy, but it was continuous and as I pulled into the parking lot of Taj connemera, I could tell by the amount of cars, most people had turned out to celebrate despite the rain. I quickly hurried into the lobby, and found Suresh waiting .he said lets go inside.
It was festive and noisy inside the restaurant . People eventually had no place to sit and stood wherever space was to stand. I was listening to Suresh talk about the game show on the television when I felt someone standing next to me at my elbow. I turned and before I could look up to her face, Swathi said, “Hi Shailendra sir .”
“Hi Swathi. What are you doing here?” I was more than just surprised, I was shocked.
“I’m supposed to meet some friends, but I don’t think they are here yet.”
I was pleased she seemed so friendly to me. Maybe I had read too much into the morning encounter. “You want to sit down with us? This is Suresh, with Avalon Industries. He’s showing me some samples.”
“Oh, I don’t want to interrupt work.”
“We’re done working.” Suresh said, as he slid around the booth making room for Swathi to sit down beside me. It was a little tight, and her leg touched me. It was really the first time I had spent any time outside of work with Swathi. Her perfume smelled wonderful. The beer kept coming and gradually Suresh became engrossed in the basketball game as I and Swathi talked. Sometimes my eyes would drift to her low cut neckline and admire the curving of her breast. If she noticed, she didn’t let on. The more we talked and joked, and the more beer drank, the more I looked at her lips while she talked. She had wonderful soft lips. They moved me to a trance and Swathi had to stop and snap me out of it. “Hey?”
“Huh? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.” The bar was noisy. The closeness of the game had made it even worse. Fans yelled with every basket, and in order to hear each other, Swathi and I drew closer. I leaned to her ear to speak. “What did you say?”
She leaned back to my ear. I could feel the warm gentle push of breath as she spoke. “Want to go outside on the patio.
“Sure.” We both got up, leaving Suresh to the game.
To get through the crowd, Swathi took my hand. The rain was still coming down, but at an angle away from the patio. A couple talking to each other near the door were the only other people on the long patio. Swathi and I walked to the far end away from them.
Swathi looked at me smiling. I smiled back. I could tell she had something on her mind. I didn’t expect what she said.
“Have you ever masturbated thinking about me?”
I immediately coughed . I couldn’t believe what I had just heard, and I couldn’t stop coughing long enough to regain my composure until Swathi stepped closer to me, letting her breasts rub against my chest and spoke again, and “Tell the truth. Have you ever jerked off thinking of me?” Her smile was mischievous.
In part because the alcohol had reduced my inhibitions, and in part because of the way her breasts pressed to him, I told the truth, “Yes.”
“More than once?” Swathi put her hand on my chest.
“Yes.”
“How many times?”
“A hundred maybe..”
Swathi laughed. Her hand slipped sideways to my hand. She looked at me waiting. I didn’t waste the moment of opportunity. I leaned forward to her and placed my lips on hers. We kissed and kissed, and kissed. Our tongues exploring and noses pressed tight, passionate kissing became intensely sexual. I felt my cock stiff and the precum leaking into my underwear. Swathi lifted my hand to her breast. “You want to feel my tittie?” she asked seductively.
It felt wonderful exploring her breast with his hand. I easily found her nipple and pinched it tightly through the fabric of her dress and bra. Swathi let go of my hand. She could see beyond me to the front of the patio, and we were still alone. She opened the buttons of her shirt and pulled down with her bra strap making it easier for me to uncap her breast. My long fingers cradled her breast like a magic globe as I kissed with intent on a direct path down her neck to her nipple. “Mmm. That’s right baby..Suck my nipple..Suck it hard..” Swathi encouraged me.
I happily did as I was told. Opening my mouth, I sucked Swathi’s extended nipple into the deepest nest I could make. My lips clamped down around the surrounding ring and I tightly held her in my mouth. Using my tongue, I massaged her nipple like it was chewing gum. “OH baby..Yes YES!!! Suck me like that!! Bite me a little!” She groaned. I felt her hand moving to my crotch, and took it as a sign to do the same.
Swathi felt her dress being pulled up by the motion of my hands. Both hands were sliding into place over each of her ass cheeks. My hands felt warm and wonderfully powerful as they kneaded her ass. “Oh yeah..You like my ass baby?” She aroused me more with her question and knew my excitement in the way I gripped her more firmly. “You like the tattoo on my ass? The one you saw this morning?” She teased me. She wanted me to suck her other nipple, but I continued on the one.
“Find the tattoo baby..touch the flower on my ass.” She chided me. I easily remembered the spot as my fingers pinched the butterfly. “Eww..Yes..You found it baby.”
I took a final risk, that wasn’t really much of a risk, and slid one of my hands around to her pussy. Her panties, tiny and stretched were soaking wet. I rubbed my fingers into the hidden cleft behind the fabric. “Ohh Shailu I’m so wet..Keep rubbing my pussy baby..I might cum any second…” Swathi’s voice was breathy. She was very aroused and excited. Her fingers barely aware of being on my cock, slowed as she felt my fingers slip inside her panties.
She had only the tiniest patch of hair. Her lips shaved very carefully, it further excited touch. I slipped a finger, then another inside her as my thumb found her clitoris and stroked it. “Oh yes. Finger fuck me I. Finger fuck me!” In and out I pumped my fingers in her pussy as my hand squeezed her ass tighter. My teeth clamping down on her nipple as the tip of tongue twitched over her nipple tip. The wet sounds of her pussy were drowned in the sound of the wet rain falling on metal car tops. Her breath became agitated. Her knees weakened. Her muffled cry came with the wet flushing juices from her pussy. “Ohhh GOD! I’m cummminngggg!!!!
Swathi trembled from my finger. Her pussy muscles clinched and squeezed as I slipped out. Awareness came back to her fingers touching my cock. She wanted to see it. She wanted to feel it in her pussy. “Can we go to my car?” She asked.
“Sure.” I was eager. I licked my finger and tasted her.
Swathi pulled her skirt and shirt together, covering back up her breast, and led me down the patio steps to her Honda. It was a small car, but the rear windows were tinted and no one could see in. The rain fell, but we didn’t care.
Swathi opened the back door and climbed in first. We were both urgent to get into a position and fuck. Swathi lay back on the seat and bent one leg up. The other she spread wide over the back of the front seat. She lifted her Skirt as I climbed in the car and closed the door. “Give me that cock of yours. Give me that cock!” Swathi demanded.
She grabbed at my belt and jerked it as she hurried to get my cock out. “Hurry!” She urged.
The button of my pants was hidden inside, and I fumbled with it only a second, before jerking it free and popping the button off somewhere into the back seat. I pulled my zipper down and Swathi grabbed my underwear and pants by each side. One firm push, and both layers of clothing collapsed past my ass. “Yes! Yes! Oh I want your cock inside me. Put it in me now!” If anyone was standing outside the car, they could have heard Swathi easily. “Fuck me! Fuck me!” She shouted, as I thrust his cock into her warm wet grip. She bucked back to me taking my cock in deeper.
Next
Feeling my cock in her finally, Swathi lowered her voice and urgency, but she still knew what she wanted. She still knew what would make her cum the hardest and quickest. She wanted a hard furious fuck and I was willing to give it to her. “Harder..Fuck me harder baby!”
I thrust my hips forward for all my worth. I wasn’t just fucking Swathi with my cock, I was ramming into her pussy with all the power and lust in my cock from a hundred nights of imagining what it felt like.
My grip on her ass slipped and a finger slid to her slick asshole. “Push it in baby. Push it in my ass.” She urged me. I rubbed around in a circle gathering more of her pussy cream, then worked my finger gently into her ass. “Oooh Yeah..Oh baby..oh baby..I’m going to cum..Cum with me Shailu! Cum with me! Fill me with your CUM!!”
Her words drove me over the edge and my cock vibrated then the flowing cum burst out deep inside Swathi’s tight pussy as my cock pulsed continuous load after load of hot cum. The warm rush triggered her own climax and Swathi cried out, “YESSSSSSSSSS!!!!!”. Finally, I slipped out of both of her tight wet holes, and we rearranged our clothes.

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