Bill E. Boy
Oral play
CHAPTER ONE
I switched off my typewriter and placed the cover over it. My shoulders ached, my neck was stiff and my fingers felt like they were dropping off. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes. The bid package was complete and on its way to the potential customer and, best of all, it was Friday.
Nothing to do for the whole weekend. Normally I would have found that incredibly boring but doing nothing for two whole days sounded fine with me. And no parents to bug me either. They had gone off to Hawaii and would not be back for another week. I had the entire house to myself. Well almost.
My big brother, Robbie, would be there but he spent so much of his time drinking and chasing girls that I was counting on hardly seeing him.
As I relaxed, two strong hands gripped my shoulders, the thumbs rubbing hard against the tired muscles. I tilted my head back and opened my eyes. I knew it would be my boss, Dave. I smiled into his deep sea- green eyes and he smiled back making my heart give a little flutter.
I guess it would be fair to say that I have a minor crush on my boss. No big heavy thing, just the kind of crush that makes me blush when he pays me a compliment about the way I look or my work. I know my work is good, even though I've only been out of secretarial school for a year.
The way I look is something else. I am not exactly Bo Derek or even close. I've got long blond hair that falls down to my waist and I sometimes wear it loose, sometimes pulled back and that's just about my best feature. I really could stand to lose a few pounds here and there but I don't have a bad figure, there's just a little more of me than there should be. I have quite large breasts and I don't mind wearing blouses and dresses that show them off although I don't like to show any cleavage and I couldn't go without a bra if my life depended on it. They're way too big for that. I do have nice legs though. Quite shapely, even if I do say so myself.
I think a lot about Dave when I'm lying alone in my bed. I try to imagine what would happen if one night we were working alone and I decided that I was tired of being "Little Miss Virgin" and tried to seduce him. It's a real neat fantasy. I work on it quite a lot, refining it as I go along, changing the dialogue here and there to make it seem more realistic. I get myself worked up some nights and end up having to play with myself so I can get off to sleep.
Poor Dave, if he only knew. He'd die of embarrassment and he certainly wouldn't give me those lovely shoulder massages at the end of a long day. He'd be terrified that I would spin around in my chair and grab his cock right there in front of everybody.
Not that I wouldn't mind grabbing his cock. I've never had one in my hand, ever. Just too scared to get that much involved I guess. The few friends I have think I'm stuck up and old fashioned. The other girls at work are always talking about cocks and sucking them and getting laid. I really don't have much to offer to those kinds of conversations so I tend to keep to myself. Pity really, but there it is.
It's not that I'm disinterested in men, it's just that the right one has never come along. I am curious to know what a cock feels like though. I'd love to hold one in my hand and play with it. I don't know whether I would like it in my mouth though. The other girls say it's great, especially when the guy comes and his sperm shoots into them and runs down their throats. I reserve judgment on that one.