Affair of the Trainee the Manager
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Affair Of The Trainee & The Manager Ch. 03 free porn video
It was a week since the beginning of our infatuation. Well, it was a week since the staff bowling outing. ‘Infatuation’ may not be the right word because we had not only an incredibly strong attraction for one another, but I sensed affection and thoughtfulness in our brief relationship. We each were showing compassionate concern for the other’s circumstances – trying not to put stress on the marital situations and respecting each other’s professional position. I suppose, to be perfectly honest, at this point in our relationship pheromone magnetism and animal lust could well have been all that was drawing us together. But I had strong feelings of tenderness for Dorothy, and I thought I sensed tender affection from her. If it was pure lust it was wonderful.
A good deal of restraint was required, especially during the work day. The sexual attraction was nearly overpowering – the pheromones seemed to be working overtime, all the time – but I was a mere bank management trainee trying to get through the branch teller segment of the training program and Dorothy was a member of management at the branch. Neither of us wanted to jeopardize the other’s reputation and career.
Looking back, the episode in my teller station Monday afternoon had been impulsive and risky, but since then we had been very careful about our behavior during the work day.
On this Friday morning an elderly lady had come to my window to have me update the interest in her savings passbook. When I returned it to her she looked at the older entries and questioned a withdrawal posted a year ago. She said she couldn’t remember taking any money out. It was the only withdrawal ever made from the account. I told her I couldn’t look it up right away but that I’d find the withdrawal slip and call her. She could come in and look at it whenever she liked. A little later it was slow, so I decided to look for her withdrawal but didn’t know where the branch kept its old records. Dorothy was passing my station. Our eyes met and sent knowing messages and I asked her where I should look.
In a friendly but business-like tone she replied, ‘Everything’s in storage boxes on shelves in the basement.’ Then her tone subtly softened and her eyes sent a momentary message of affection, ‘Let me know if you have trouble finding it.’
I went to the basement and found a maze of storage shelves neat but crowded with hundreds of boxes. I knew I could find what I was looking for eventually but, in the interest of expedience (and perhaps subconsciously wanting another opportunity for a moment with the object of my affection), I went back upstairs to ask Dorothy for further guidance. I found her at her desk in the customer service area. ‘Excuse me,’ I said respectfully, ‘there’s a lot of stuff down there. Can you tell me approximately what section of the area I should look in?’
‘Sure, Alex. Here …’ She began sketching a rough map and then stopped. ‘It’s pretty quiet in the lobby right now. I can show you more quickly than I can explain. I’ll be right down – I have to make a stop on the way.’ Her eyes were bright and she masked a playful smile.
I went back to the basement. A few minutes later she came down the stairs. I was near the bottom when she started down and couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at her stunning legs as they descended – of course, from below I could see up her skirt a little – just barely to her stocking tops. Every little glimpse of Dorothy’s shapely legs and thighs thrilled me – partly because they were so beautiful, and partly because I knew that luring me with enticing exposures of her forbidden fruits was sexually stimulating for her. Because of the shared chemistry of our mutual lust, it seemed that when one of us became sexually excited the other became instantly receptive.
I could see only her stocking tops but my memory and imagination were filling in the blanks. Her knees were beautifully sculpted, the curves and tone of her calves were hypnotic, her ankles were slender and perfect, and her feet were feminine and graceful. Her thighs weren’t heavy, but they were invitingly rounded in feminine softness. The inner thighs were baby smooth and where they met her precious flower their soft, pillowy curves lured me to the warm, loving place they protected. Her outer thighs curved elegantly to her full, sensual hips.
My lustful gaze and distraction into fantasy didn’t go unnoticed. Dorothy sensed the effect her display was having on me. ‘Tsk, tsk, tsk! You’re a lecher.’ Her impish smile teased me.
‘Sometimes I try to resist … but rarely succeed.’ I took her hand politely to help her down the last few steps.
She squeezed my hand, puckered her lips to send me a little kiss, and said quietly, ‘Mmmmm, I really don’t want you to succeed. It’s nice to be able to tell when you’re interested.’ During our week-old affair Dorothy had learned to her surprise how sexually exciting it was to entice me with her playful exposures, how quick and dependable my reactions were, and the further excitement she enjoyed watching the evidence of her effect on me growing in my trousers.
‘Which is whenever I’m near you.’ I let go of her hand. We were alone and quite isolated down in the basement, but aware none-the-less that others weren’t far away. I didn’t know how frequently people came to the basement but I knew neither of us wanted to be discovered holding hands … or kissing, so I decided to cool-it and stick to business and let Dorothy guide our behavior.
Her eyes met mine in a warm smile, ‘Me too.’ She sent me another kiss and added, ‘When I feel your eyes traveling up my legs I get … those feelings.’ She touched my elbow and squeezed. We moved away from the stairs, ‘I think what we’re looking for will be back here.’ She walked ahead of me and led us toward the other end of the basement. The subtle changes in her feminine walk, her inviting sway of hip, and flirtatious thrust of pelvis, made it evident that she had something other than business on her mind. She turned into one of the side aisles of tall, stacked shelves and just before switching on an overhead light fixture she kissed my cheek and lips softly. We were holding hands again. Then we started to read box labels. I began scanning labels on the upper shelves and she started on the lower shelves. She bent lower and lower reading labels until, finally, she was crouching with one knee on the floor and the other foot on the floor with the knee high and pushing her skirt up in her lap. A glance told me that I could see up her skirt again, between her legs to the creamy skin above her stockings. I could see all of the underside of the raised thigh to a little of her bottom cheek. I quickly looked away, but not quickly enough.
‘Mmmmm, I feel your eyes.’ Her tone was playful and warm – maybe even inviting, ‘You’re making me tingle.’ She made no move to cover herself.
‘Mmmm hmmmm, you’re gorgeous.’
‘Thank you, Lover.’ And then, ‘I may have found the box we’re looking for. Why don’t you come down and … help me with it?’ I knelt down on both knees. Dorothy didn’t change her position and by the time I had knelt down she had raised her skirt further and opened her thighs just a bit so that I could see her sweet vulva. At first I thought the dark triangle might be her panty crotch – but my second, more longing glance assured me it was her pubic hair! In low, suggestive tones, ‘You’ll have to come a little closer to … help me, Darling.’ I inched closer and she reached to touch my cheek and beckoned me closer to her yet. Finally we met in a soft kiss – lightly touching lips – mouths slightly open – breathing becoming a little more rapid. She whispered into our kissing, ‘If I didn’t want you to look, I would have knelt facing the other way.’ She could read my mind.
‘When you let me see you … like this … I’m very distracted.’
She sucked on my tongue, ‘Am I making something get stiff?’ A hand tested the front of my trousers.
‘Very.’ I caressed the
inside of a leg up to the bare skin above her stocking. ‘Your thigh is soft and smooth.’
‘Is that all, Lover?’
‘Your legs are so beautiful … and I think I saw your …’
‘My what?’
‘Your luscious … precious loving place.’
‘Umm hmmmmm.’ She reached in the sleeve of her dress and brought out her panties. ‘Honey? Would you put these in your pocket? I took them off before I came down … just in case.’ She brought her lips to mine and hummed a sigh as our tongues found each other. I tucked my sweet exhibitionist’s panties away in my hip pocket.
‘Just in case … what?’
She whispered, ‘Just in case you want to … fuck me.’
‘You’re reading my mind.’ Finally both hands were loving one thigh and hip. Looking at and feeling Dorothy’s legs and thighs always thrilled me and surged the blood in my head and then … my groin. They were utterly beautiful and wonderful to caress – smooth, soft, warm, compelling. The stockings were smooth over the sensual curves, and above the stockings was the soft baby flesh of those rounded inner thighs – warmly inviting caresses toward Dorothy’s waiting sexual portal. The sense that she was inviting the adventures of my eyes and hands and that the flames of her lust were fanned when I indulged in the offered loveliness under her skirt excited me and fanned my hunger. She knew I couldn’t resist her – and when I showed signs that her amorous lures were having the desired effect, the honey of her own sex began to flow. She loved to lure me and arouse me.
‘Mmmmmmm, your hands feel wonderful,’ lips still brushing, breathing heavier, ‘I’m so glad you like my … loving place. I’ve felt like a starving nun these past two days.’ Dorothy’s caressing hand squeezed my hard penis and confirmed the extent of her effect on me. When she realized how very aroused I was she said, ‘Oh, God, you’re so stiff. I’m glad I had time to come down and … help you.’ More caresses and squeezes followed.
Still with brushing lips becoming more feverish, ‘I’m glad you’re here. I’ve been so hungry for you.’ More kisses, ‘I’m losing interest in searching the boxes.’
‘Then maybe you could … be nice to my loving place, Darling … it feels cool without my panties … you can help me keep warm … and make me feel like I’m not a nun anymore.’ Dorothy’s hands were back at the front of my trousers working on the zipper. My hands left the one leg and caressed up the other until one hand caressed her soft, round bum and the other cupped her enticing vulva. She hummed into our lips, ‘Mmmmmmmmmm, Honey, my pussy is feeling better already … and I’ve found a very stiff penis.’ Luscious kisses and then, ‘I know what you’ve found … the dripping pussy of your lover … who is very much in heat.’
Breathlessly I murmured back, ‘Mm hmm. A very warm … and deliciously moist … pussy.’ My fingers traced her labia and fiddled with the budding clitoris they found just above her warm dampness. I couldn’t resist – two fingers slipped through Dorothy’s moist love lips into her vagina. ‘Mmmm, you luscious creature.’
‘Mmmmmmm. Uhhnnnn. I’m getting so… tingly, Honey.’ Holding the hem of her skirt high, she rose up from the floor with thighs open and thrust her pussy repeatedly into my hand. I stayed on my knees, coaxed one thigh to rest on my shoulder, and pulled her closer until my lips found her clitoris. In a few moments she moaned, flexed her vulva into me wantonly, and held my mouth against her pussy while she thrilled through a beautiful orgasm. After a moment or two she recovered and whispered, ‘I’m so glad I took my panties off.’ She held my head close to her thighs and tummy – sighing and quieting from her thrill. Finally she whispered, ‘Oh, Honey, maybe we’d better look for the withdrawal slip … just for a minute.’
I was in a state of suspended passion but thought again that I’d better let Dorothy set the pace and began to stuff my stiff and aching penis back in my trousers.
‘No, Darling!’ Her lips were on mine again and she took hold of my penis. ‘Please don’t put this beautiful cock away.’ We seemed torn between business and pleasure. ‘Just help me look for the right box.’ Obviously, Dorothy also was in a state of suspended passion. Neither of us could decide whether ‘to do or not to do’.
I sensed that, although much aroused, she wasn’t sure how involved we should get. I caressed up her legs once more, stooped to kiss her warm thigh, and finally pulled the box out. We began to search through it. Dorothy explained, ‘See, each day’s deposits and withdrawals are wrapped with a strap and the date is stamped on it.’ We skipped to the last pack in the box. ‘Oh, phooey! This ends the week before the one we need. The next box is on the top shelf of the next row. We’ll need the ladder.’ She replaced the box while I fetched the ladder from the next aisle.
I felt a little … exposed. While I moved the ladder, my lusting penis was wagging in front of me. Dorothy watched intently … eyes rarely straying from the object of her passion. It brushed the ladder a couple of times. ‘Oh! Careful, Darling.’ She stepped closer and couldn’t resist taking me in her hands again – to protect me, of course. ‘We don’t want to hurt this wonderful lover. I’d better kiss and make it better.’ She caressed and then stooped to kiss and nurse me for a moment. ‘There is that better?’
‘Mmmmm, much.’ I pushed gently between her lips a couple of times while my hands cupped under her heavy breasts. Even through dress and bra they felt wonderful. I squeezed gently. She hummed.
When she finished her ministrations I put the ladder in place. She was still holding my hardness when I started to climb.
She put her hand on my arm and said, ‘No, wait, I’ll go up. If you fell I couldn’t catch you, but if I fall you can probably catch me.’ Her fingers still held my stiff penis. I hesitated. She moved a little closer and seemed to raise her lips. I put my arm around her and drew us together. Our lips were lushly kissing in an instant and the rapid breathing quickly returned. With an arm around her waist and the other under her skirt cupping her soft, round bum I held her against me. Her hand slipped between us, raised her skirt in front, and caressed and held my penis against the skin of her soft tummy. Into our lips she murmured, ‘You’re so hard, Darling, and you’re leaking into my hand.’
‘It never stops.’ We both were breathless. She brought her hand to her lips to savor my offering.
‘Mmmmmm, I’m glad. I love it when I make you hard.’ After a few more moments of kissing and snuggling she said, ‘You’d better … steady me … while I’m on the ladder.’ Her eyes were lustful – inviting, and I knew why she insisted on going up the ladder.
‘Um hmm.’ We broke apart and she started up. At first I held her waist – then I slipped my hands under her skirt to steady the naked curves of her hips and thighs – and finally her knees.
‘Mmmmm, your hands feel … so strong … steady me … as much as you like, Darling.’ I looked at the attractive dimples behind her knees and ran a hand over them. Naturally, I could see up her skirt nearly to her naked pussy. With both hands I caressed up one leg and then the other being especially affectionate at the top of each inner thigh and ‘accidentally’ brushing her moist labia with the side my hand. ‘Mmmmmmm,’ she moaned and squeezed my hand in her thighs.
‘I’ve found the box. Here, take it from me.’ She pulled it nearly all the way out and I reached up and got it. ‘I’ll hold onto the shelf while you put it down. Then you can help me get down.’ I set the box down and returned to steady her. She took the first step slowly and, as she moved down, my hands moved up – under her skirt again. ‘Oh, Darling, are my … stockings alright?’
‘Your stockings … and lovely thighs feel wonderful.’
‘Your hands feel wonderful – I had a terrible time concentrating on looking for the box.’ She twisted around and sent me a kiss and a molten glanc
e that seemed to say she wanted my hands on more of her … again. ‘Darling, you’d better see if … everything … is all right … without my panties.’
‘Mm yes.’ I lifted her skirt and leaned forward and kissed both cheeks of her beautifully rounded derriere and snaked a hand between her thighs to cup and caress her moist vulva. The honey of her love drenched my fingers. I brought them to my lips.
She was breathless. Her voice was a gasping whisper, ‘Darling, I think I need some more kissing … in front. Help me turn around.’ My hands lovingly ‘steadied’ her over soft cheeks in back and her groin and rounded feminine tummy in front. ‘Oh, your penis looks so stiff … and the end is so red.’ She was staring at my eager erection standing out through the fly of my trousers. Her lips were slack and she had that wonderful look of lust and passion in sultry eyes. ‘Lift my skirt up … so I can hold it for you.’ I lifted her skirt a little more. ‘Is my pussy wet?’
‘Mm, very.’ My lips were in the crease of her groin beside her love lips, ‘I can smell your perfume.’
She held her skirt. My hands were feeling and caressing her thighs and hips and loving her vulva. My fingers glanced over her clitoris. ‘Oh!’ She flexed her hips. ‘Ever since you loved me like you do … like this,’ her thighs trembled, ‘I put perfume around my pussy … just for you.’
‘I love it,’ We both were becoming breathless. I thought I might explode. ‘Your pussy lips are pink and beautiful, and your clitoris is sticking out so far. Your vagina is oozing so much it’s beginning to leak down your leg.’ She opened her thighs by placing one foot on an adjacent shelf. I tongued the honey from her thigh and buried my face in her vulva to kiss and suck the moisture from her vaginal lips. ‘And your pussy is still swollen … I think it wants more attention.’ I wiped the drops of her love from my chin.
‘Oh, Alex! Lot’s more. Please help me down … so I can be closer to you … much closer.’ She sent me a kiss through puckered lips and breathed, ‘I want to be … so very close. I have a warm place for you.’ Her passion had overcome her caution – my stiff penis now was the central focus of her lust.
‘All I can think about … is slipping into your luscious warmth!’
‘Yes, please slip into me!’
I unbuckled my pants, and let them drop to the floor and pushed my shorts down. I unbuttoned my shirt at the bottom and opened it. She held her skirt high and I put my hands on her naked hips. She flexed her groin in slow, inviting undulations. Her labia were glistening and puffy. Her avid clitoris was extended stiffly out of its folds. I kissed and sucked and feathered it before I lowered her. She was moaning with lust. Her feet never touched the floor. Instead, I crushed her to me and, with her legs hugging around my waist as she slid down, her labia and clitoris mushed down over my tummy. My very stiff and thrilling penis slipped into her very wet and hungry vagina as though it had no other place to go. Dorothy was exquisitely impaled.
‘There, Darling, … is that close enough?’
She kissed my neck and gasped, ‘Oh, Lover, … that’s … Uhhnngh! Oh, God! … That’s wonderful.’ I was up in her to my root. I could feel my glans nudging her cervix. Her clitoris was happily crushed against my pubis. ‘Mmnn … mmnn … ‘, she muffled moans of passion with her lips on my neck.
Even as I shuffled toward the nearest wall she was wiggling and undulating. Before I was half way there she moaned through her first orgasm.
When I reached the wall I pressed her into it, supported her with my hands under her bum, and fucked up into her warm, luscious, loving glove. We had to be quiet with people working above us but I couldn’t suppress gasping grunts of joyous effort and Dorothy muffled into my lips, ‘Uhnn … uhnn … Oh … Alex … unh … I … love it … when you … fuck … me … uhnn … uhn … so … hard … Oh! … Daaaarrrlliinnnnng.’ And she came again when she felt me swell inside her and felt the first pulses of my spasm.
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