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Having not showered the night before, her hair was a greasy mess. She had left it in a ponytail overnight and it was matted sideways up the side of her head where she had slept on it. Her face also felt filthy. Rubbing her eyes, Sarah turned on the water and waited for it to get to temperature. Dropping the robe and setting her glasses next to the sink, she stepped into the shower.
The water was a tad too warm and she adjusted it down before directing the head to spray on her. She let the hot water beat against her face before turning around and getting her hair wet. After soaping, shampooing, and conditioning, Sarah’s hands drifted down her stomach and to the triangle of curly hair there. Her fingers stopped at the beginning of her pubic hair and she withdrew her hand. She wanted the real thing.
Stepping from the shower, Sarah wiped the steam from the mirror and put on her glasses. Her normally blonde hair was a darker shade from the water. Her bangs came down to just above her eyebrows and were cut in a straight horizontal line. The eyes that looked back at her were large and a deep blue, their size magnified by the thick lenses. Her nose was small and slightly upturned. When she smiled, her two front teeth stuck out more than the others, giving her a bucktooth look. There were a pair of pimples on her face; on the side of her nose, the other on her chin; that Sarah was tempted to pick but she suppressed the urge. She wanted to look her best.
Sarah took a step back from the mirror. Cocking a hip to the side she looked at her body. Her breasts had started to grow during puberty and stopped not long after, she could not make up her mind if she wished they were larger or not. On one hand, they were annoying enough as is, but on the other it would be sexy to have something larger. Looking down she wiggled her hips. Her overall frame was fairly narrow and straight. If she had bigger tits it would be nicer to also have wider hips as well. And she could do with being a little taller, she still felt like a child having to look up at almost every adult.
Turning away from the mirror, she had a moment of doubt about her plan. Mrs. Wheeler was tall, with long legs, and beautiful brunette hair. She had an awesome rack and the curves to go with it. Why would he want her?
Dejected, Sarah snatched up her toothbrush and cleaned her teeth.
While she was letting the vibrating brush polish her teeth she glared at herself in the mirror. She was pretty, she was sexy, she was hot. Mr. Wheeler would be lucky to have her, and he had said he wanted her.
She continued to hyper herself up. Spitting into the sink, Sarah picked up her brush and started to work her hair.
She left the house after having a quick breakfast and started walking toward the Wheelers’. It has a half mile away, which is why she usually rode her bike. She was dressed in a clean t-shirt and hoodie, and was wearing the same sneakers as the night before, the only difference was the skirt she had decided to wear. It was a grey pleated cotton and hung down to her knees. Her hair was brushed straight and she had left it down, so that it touched her shoulders.
While the night before had been cold and wet, this Sunday morning was bright and cheerful. The air was damp and chilly but was warming under the sun’s rays. Birds chirped in the trees, signaling that spring was in full swing and that summer would soon be here.
The walk over was titillating. Her mind raced with thoughts of her plan. Anticipation for its success thrilled her and shame at the thought of doing it caused her heart to quicken, and somehow made the anticipation stronger. The fear of being caught adding to the thrill pulsing between her legs.
Sarah’s breath came quickly as she approached the Wheelers’. She did not know their schedule and had no idea who would be home, if Mr. Wheeler was gone then she would lose her chance. Her bike was her excuse for coming over, if she got it without him then everything would be lost.
She walked up to the front door of the Wheelers’. Leaning against the wall beside the door she slid a hand up her skirt. Her eyes darted around the empty street and across the windows of the neighboring houses, she could not believe what she was doing!
Having made sure the coast was clear she grabbed at the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs and pulled them off. There was a distinct wet patch on the pink fabric. Crunching them up in one hand she knocked on the door with the other before she lost her nerve.
The seconds stretched on and Sarah started to doubt herself. She was about to run away when Mr. Wheeler opened the door.
He was wearing plaid drawstring pants and a loose t-shirt with the AC/DC logo on it.
“Hi Sarah,” he said cheerfully, “A pleasure it is to see you. What brings you over?”
Sarah blushed and could not talk, her nerves killed the words in her throat. All she could do was extend her closed fist, offering what was inside to Mr. Wheeler.
He looked puzzled, but put his open palm under her fist. She opened her hand and dropped the panites.
She held her breath as he studied them for a moment. He closed his hand around them. Sarah’s eyes were focused on his face, looking for any sign of what he was thinking, her entire world rested on the outcome of her brash action. She saw mild interest and pleasure, almost as if he had been expecting this.
“Who’s at the door dear?” Mrs. Wheeler called from somewhere in the house.
Sarah felt her stomach drop.
“Sarah is here,” Mr. Wheeler called back, “I forgot her bike on the car.” He gave Sarah a wink and stuffed her panties in his pocket. “Come in,” he said, stepping out of her way.
Sarah’s blush deepened, if that was possible, and stepped into the house. Mr. Wheeler closed the door and walked past her, heading toward the door to the garage. Sarah dutifully followed, heartbeat pounding in her ears.
They passed the kitchen and Sarah caught a glance of Mrs. Wheeler sitting at the table eating breakfast, a flash of guilt ran over her, which only fueled her frantic lust. Mr. Wheeler opened the door to the garage and stepped down onto the concrete. Sarah followed suit, closing the door behind her.
Mr. Wheeler padded over to the rear of his car on bare feet and began to remove her bike. Sarah stood next to him and, with shaking hands, aided him. It was time, this was her opportunity, but her nerves prevented her from taking the action she had been building toward for hours.
They had just set the bike on the floor when the door to the garage opened.
Mrs. Wheeler stuck her head though. “The office just called,” she said, ”I need to go in. I’m sorry honey, I know you have that meeting this afternoon but could you watch Sammy for the day?”
Before Mr. Wheeler could respond, Sarah spoke up, her voice shaking and cracking slightly, “I could watch him.”
“You don’t have plans today?” Mrs. Wheeler asked, genuinely concerned.
Sarah shook her head, “I finished all my homework last night.”
“That sounds like a plan,” Mr. Wheeler said, striding over to his wife and kissing her. They exchanged a few short words then she returned to the house.
Mr. Wheeler turned around and looked at Sarah. She met his gaze then looked down at her shoes.
“Turn around and bend over,” he commanded.
“What?” she squeaked looking back up at him, her eyes going wide with the implications.
“Turn around and bend over, I do not like to repeat myself.”
Sarah’s eyes went wide but she obeyed, was this her dream coming true? She turned and bent at her hips, resting her hands on her knees. She swallowed, her mouth dry, and waited for him. She heard him take two soft steps toward her then felt his hand being laid gently on her leg, right below the hem of her skirt. His fingers slowly slid up the inside of her thigh. Her breath quickened at his touch and a twinge went through her sex. His progress stopped as his knuckles brushed against her pubic hair.
“You’re wet,” he said stroking her slit with a finger, “Are you embarrassed?”
A shudder ran through her at his touch and Sarah shook her head.
“What do you want?” he asked, pressing against her entrance with the same finger.
“I want you,” she said softly.
He pushed forward and his finger slid easily into her. She shuddered and breathed in, shocked by the sensation.
“What do you want?” He repeated, twisting his finger.
“To be fucked,” Sarah whispered, embarrassed at using such language.
“What?” he demanded, stroking her insides.
“I want you to fuck me,” Sarah said slightly louder, her mind jumping to an image of Mrs. Wheeler walking through the door, the thought caused her to clench down on his finger.
Mr. Wheeler removed his finger. “Stand, face me,” he ordered.
Sarah stood upright and turned to face him.
“Suck,” he said, holding up his finger.
Her eyes darted to the door, the door that her mind projected Mrs. Wheeler coming through at any moment. She could hear her screaming at her, calling her a slut, a whore, a homewrecker. Sarah looked back to Mr. Wheeler, his face was caring but firm. She could not disappoint him. Leaning forward, she took his finger into her mouth. She sucked, tasting herself, and licked around the digit, trying to show off despite her inexperience. Mr. Wheeler removed his finger and smiled at her.
“Good girl,” he said and Sarah melted.
She tilted her head back and closed her eyes but he did not kiss her. She heard footsteps and she opened her eyes and took a step back.
Mrs. Wheeler came into the garage. She looked around, flustered, and walked up to Mr. Wheeler. She was now dressed in scrubs with a doctor's coat over the top. Her hair was half combed and she had no makeup, and yet she was still beautiful. She gave her husband a quick kiss and climbed into her car, a silver sedan.
The garage door opened and she pulled out. The door then closed, leaving Sarah and Mr. Wheeler alone. Sarah looked at him expectantly but he just turned and went back into the house, with a, “I’ll be in my office,” leaving her to stew in her unsatisfied desire.
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Sarah spent the rest of the morning watching Sammy. Mr. Wheeler had disappeared upstairs and she had not seen him since. She made sure to text her mom and let her know what was going on, that she had gone to get her bike and that Mrs. Wheeler had then been called away.
With her stomach in knots, Sarah did her best to take care of Sammy. The whole while, troubled thoughts swam through her head. Had she done something wrong? He had told her to do it, and she had done exactly what he had said, he couldn’t be mad, right? After a few hours she could not stand it anymore. Sarah put Sammy in front of the TV and marched up the stairs and to Mr. Wheeler’s office.
Her resolve vanished as she raised her fist, ready to pound on the door. Instead she tapped at the door meekly. She heard voices inside then footsteps nearing the door. It was opened and Mr. Wheeler gestured for her to come in. He was on the phone.
Sarah walked past him into his office. She shivered slightly at being so close to him. He closed the door and returned to his desk. It was a simple wooden table with a computer and papers on it. His office was simple and sparse, devoid of extravagances.
Sarah stood awkwardly as he sat down and spoke commands into his phone. She gathered from the words that he was in a group call with business partners. Although it sounded like they were peers, Mr. Wheeler spoke in a manner that left no room for questions.
While he spoke, he leaned back in his chair and tugged at the string on his pants, loosening the knot. He then looked Sarah straight in the eyes and pointed at his groin. He was silent but his message was just as clear as those he was speaking, this was not a question.
With limbs shaking from the nerves, Sarah walked over to him and sank to her knees. She reached out with a timid hand and pulled at his waist band. His half hard cock slipped out and knocked against her wrist, causing her to jump. She grasped the warm member and gave it a few tentative strokes. It responded to her administrations and quickly hardened so that it pointed straight up. Sarah continued to stroke, amazed by how it could feel so soft but be so hard at the same time.
She did not really know what she was doing, she had only given one handjob before, years ago to a friend in middle-school, but he had cum in barely over a minute and she had not been able to learn much. Besides, that had been a boy and there was a man in front of her now.
Seeing her goal within her grasp Sarah took a deep breath then leaned forward, daring to go where she had never gone before. Her tongue extended and licked up the length of his shaft. Mr. Wheeler kept talking as if nothing was happening. She licked him again, then repositioned herself. She opened her mouth as far as she could and lowered her head down on his dick, taking him into her mouth. He was warm and filled her completely. She came to a stop, unable to fit anymore without gagging, and there was still half of his cock remaining outside of her lips.
She smelled him, a subtle musk that was undeniably masculine. Sarah tried to move her tongue, but found it restricted by his dick. Instead she started to move her head up and down, licking his crown when it was the only part of him left in her mouth.
Stands of her hair got stuck to his shaft and she kept pausing to pick them free and tuck them behind her ears, embarrassment burned her each time she had to pause as she panicked at the idea of disappointing him by hesitating. Jokes she had heard at school about pigtails suddenly became clear to her as she continued to mess with her hair.
Mr. Wheeler continued to talk, completely ignoring her, except to give an occasional and slight hip-thrust. His response to her actions spurred Sarah to quicken her pace, moving up and down even faster. Excitement ran through her, she must be doing something right if he was moving with it, and she pushed him even deeper into her throat. He responded by moving even more in his chair, although his voice made no allusions to what was happening.
Sarah’s jaw was starting to get sore when Mr. Wheeler hung up his phone and set it on the desk. “Get ready,” he said softly.
Sarah was about to ask ‘what for?’ and was lifting her head off of him when he growled and reached out. He grabbed her head and shoved her back on his cock. Within a couple thrusts he was moaning and bucked upward erratically. He was cumming in her mouth, she realized. This thought caused her to slip a hand under her skirt and start to furiously rub her pussy.
His cum shot onto her tongue. It was warm and slimy, salty and it tasted slightly of chlorine. He clenched a fist full of her hair and gently stopped her head movements. Sarah pulled off of his glistening cock and swallowed. Looking up at him with wide eyes she waited for his response.
He stood and pulled up his pants, retying the knot. He then reached down and pulled her to her feet. “Good girl,” he whispered into her ear.
Sarah melted.
She was so high from his praise that she was oblivious to him turning her to face his desk and pressing lightly on her back, causing her to bend over the table. The next thing she noticed was him pulling up her skirt to expose her bare ass.
Mr. Wheeler did not waste time. His finger made a single stroke, up the length of her slit, before pressing into her. Sarah collapsed onto the desk as he started to finger her. Another finger was added and she gasped out in pleasure, shuddering with each of his movements. The lust that had been teased and nurtured for hours was finally being released to burn through her entire figure. Each stroke of his hand was accompanied by the building of her elusive orgasm, she did not usually cum from vaginal stimulation alone but his unrelenting assault was pounding her into a pleasure fueled haze. She lost the strength to support herself and collapsed onto the desk, legs spread wide.
Sarah closed her eyes and just focused on his fingers, going in and out, in and out. His second hand slid up her thigh and started to lightly tease her clit. That was all it took to send her over the edge. Squeezing her legs together, Sarah cried out loudly as she came. Her legs kicked out frantically and she clutched at the edge of the desk, her knuckles turning white. Mr. Wheeler continued to finger her, slowing down in time to the waves of her pleasure.
Her spasms slowed and then stopped. He removed his fingers and Sarah gasped for breath. After taking a moment to recover she pushed herself up and was embarrassed to see that she had drooled on the dark wood. Wiping up the slobber with her hoodie sleeve she turned to face Mr. Wheeler.
She smiled shyly and waited for him to act. He licked his fingers and smiled back at her before speaking, “I finished my work over the phone, I won’t need to go anywhere today. Come to my room when you put Sammy down for his nap.”
He then reached out, grabbed Sarah by the back of the head, and pulled her to him. He pressed her closed to his body and tilted her head back. He let the anticipation linger between them for a heartbeat before he kissed her. Sarah opened her mouth and let his tongue play with her’s. He probed deeper, exploring her mouth. His other hand slid down her back, cupping and then squeezing her ass. He broke the kiss, leaving her breathless.
Sarah realized she had been standing on her tiptoes and fell back to the flats of her feet, almost toppling backward. He reached out and cupped her face, stroking her cheek with his thumb. He smiled and she pressed into him, rubbing her face into his palm.
“Come to me when he is asleep,” he repeated before opening the door to his office.
Sarah squealed as he gave her a slap on the ass as she left the room. He closed the door behind her and she was left alone in the quiet hallway, her own juices dripping down her legs. -->
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