Seduced In Skirts
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I was just eighteen at the time, working nine to five for a real estate firm. It was a small business, just the boss and three agents, with me as the only office girl. My predecessor in the job, whom I met on my first day, was scathing about the boss, saying that he was a complete sleaze and the reason why she was leaving. It didn't take me long to find out that this was true; after a few days he told me that he expected me to wear very short skirts, and to "tart myself up a bit." I later on heard them laughing and the boss saying that "a slut in the office brings in the male clients."
It was my first job, and I was keen to do well, so at home, I cut a good amount from two of my skirts, and then resewed the hems. Trying them on afterwards, I began to think that I'd gone a bit overboard and taken far too much off, they really were extremely short now. Anyway, when I wore one of them to work, and also wore more make-up, the boss was very approving and commented that I "looked great."
I was happy with my life at that stage, and everything was fine, but then I found that my boy-friend of some months had been two-timing me, and that was the end of the relationship.
I was feeling a bit miserable, and was thinking over, for the umpteenth time, all of my personal problems as I stood waiting for the bus. Formerly I'd taken the train, but there was no way that I wanted to bump into Eddie and the new girlfriend.
"Hello, I heard a cheery voice. Looking up I saw an older guy probably in about his late forties, maybe even a touch older. I barely gave him more than just a fleeting smile, and was ready to lapse once more into my moody state, but the guy started chatting away as if we were friends. I now and then gave an answer, but was only half listening to what he was saying, and really I didn't want to talk with this unknown man.
"I suppose that you have a boyfriend," the pest was saying. "No," I muttered. "No!" he exclaimed, "I'd have thought that a hot little thing like you would have at least one.
I glanced at him sharply in annoyance. It might be nice to have someone my own age to tell me that I was hot, but this guy had to be at least as old as my dad. He didn't seem to notice my disapproval, and asked, "or is it that you prefer girls?"
"I had a boyfriend," I almost snapped, "but we've just broken up.
The bus arrived just then and I got on, and even though there were empty seats, I sat next to a woman so that the guy couldn't sit next to me, but when I looked around I found that he hadn't boarded the bus, and I saw him walking off along the pavement.
The guy smiled as he walked off, "just broken up with the boyfriend eh, that's good, she might be just right for picking - she certainly looks like she wants it, wearing a skirt like that, you can all but see her ass."
It was only a couple of days later, when having walked to the bus stop, the same guy came along smiling at me amiably. "Hello Sexy," he said.
I decided to ignore him, and I said nothing. He wasn't put off though. "I love that little skirt," he continued, "you look so hot."
Feeling that I had to say something to get rid of this pest, I said to him coldly, "just because I wear a short skirt doesn't mean that you can talk like that."
"Well you wear a skirt like that for one reason only," he said suggestively.
I tried to hide my embarrassment by rifling about in my handbag, pretending to look for something, and peering into it so as not to encounter his look.
Thankfully the bus was coming. The guy then thrust a large envelope at me, "here's something you'll like," he said. I was so surprised, and the envelope was thrust at me so suddenly, that I took a hold of it. The guy then turned on his heel and walked off rapidly.
On the bus, I slid out the flap of the envelope and peered in, immediately recognizing the contents as a porno magazine. I could hardly contain my eagerness to look, but, although there was no one in the seat next to me, there were people opposite as well as behind. I contented myself with peering into the envelope and pushing on the sides so that the pages sprung apart slightly, just giving me a teasing glimpse at the contents.
"Well that went ok," the guy thought to himself as he walked off. "I'll just need to be careful in case she's not the slut that she appears to be, and tells her father or someone. The next time will tell. If she takes the next lot of porn, she's mine for the taking."
I knew that I'd nearly die of shame if that guy should once more visit the bus stop while I was waiting, and initially I was half inclined to revert to taking the train home.
Anyway I decided on the bus, and no sooner had I arrived at the stop, than the guy came along. He obviously had been lurking about waiting for my arrival. I noticed that he held another large envelope.
"Hello Miss Hot-stuff," he said smilingly.
I was so embarrassed having had the porno magazine from him. I felt my face flush and didn't know quite what to do. I said nothing.
"I've got some more porno for you," he said, holding out the envelope.
I looked at it. I wanted it, but to take it would be as good as telling this guy that I was a slut, and would encourage him to keep pestering me and worse.
He continued to hold it out to me, almost as if he knew the thoughts going through my mind.
The bus was pulling into the kerb. I grabbed the envelope and pushed past the guy without saying a word. I climbed on board the bus, my heart pounding and feeling hot and flushed.
"Yes!" the guy exclaimed out loud as he walked away, causing a passing man to look at him in wonder. He grinned broadly. "It might take a couple more times, but I've really got a grasp on her now."
All day I knew that the guy would be waiting for me after work. "I'll take the train," I kept telling myself, but I knew that wouldn't happen, and that I'd go to the bus stop. When the time came, I even found myself hurrying to get there.
He came just moments after I arrived. "Hello Sexy."
I was almost shaking with apprehension.
"The pictures in those books make you want to do it, don't they," he said straight off.
I couldn't bring myself to say anything in reply; indeed I didn't know what to say.
"I've got an apartment, we can go there if you like?" he suggested questioningly. "My car's parked around the corner."
I looked at him but said nothing. I was so mixed up about him that I didn't know what to say.
"You know that you want it," he suggested, but I could tell by his tone that he wasn't sure of me.
"I can't," I said in confusion.
"Why not?"
"I don't know," I answered meaninglessly.
"You want to be fucked", he said decisively. "Wait here and I'll get the car," then he added in an authoritative tone, "don't get on the bus."
He hurried away, leaving me there with my mind in a turmoil of indecision.
The bus pulled into the stop. The door opened. I met the driver's eye as he looked out waiting for me to board the bus. I shook my head and motioned with my hand for him to move on. The door closed. I felt a sudden urge to jump forward and bang on the door to be let in and for the bus to carry me away. I looked at the passengers as the bus pulled away from the curb. I imagined myself safely on board and settling into my seat, on the way home. "There'll be another bus in a half hour," I thought.
I waited some five or ten minutes, then the car pulled up. I got in and we drove off.
"Did the bus come?" the guy asked excitedly.
"Yes," I said nervously. He glanced at me and smiled. We drove on. Now that it was all settled and we were on our way to the guy's apartment, I began to relax just a little.
"Did the porno turn you one?" the guy asked, seeming to have no more hesitation.
I paused, not sure of myself, but then said, "yes, very much."
"Of course it did, it's just what you want, isn't it," he said with a grin.
We drove on in silence for a few minutes, then he asked, "have you ever had three guys at once?" he laughed - the porno pictures had all been of foursomes with three guys and one girl. I answered in the negative.
"Two perhaps?" he then suggested questioningly.
"Well sort of," I answered proudly. "One time I had a guy on either side and I was kissing them in turn while they were ... um ... touching me.
"Touching your cunt?" he asked, wanting all of the sordid details and using that crude word that men like to use.
"You would have like that," he laughed.
I was certainly starting to relax a lot more, and I laughed with him, and said, "yes."
"Would you like to have three guys at the same time ... doing everything that is?" the guy eagerly asked.
"Gosh!" was all I said in reply.
He must have taken that as a positive response, because he asked, "would you like it now ... I can get some of my friends to come over?"
"Really!" I gasped in shock and amazement at the suggestion.
At no stage had I agreed to this new proposal, and yet he told me to get his phone from the bag on the back seat.
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