Robert Vickers

The naughty salesgirl

CHAPTER ONE

"Martin, please, watch where you put your hand!" whispered Katherine Sherbourne, as she felt the man's hand slowly edging up under her skirt. She glanced around nervously to see if any of the others in the elevator had noticed this liberty he was taking with her body.

"I'd love to watch it, but you've got a lot of skirt covering up that pretty little rump of yours."

She squealed as he pinched her bottom. She twisted and tried to turn so that she could get him to stop. Instead, he goosed her, his thumb pressing all the way up into the white cotton panties she wore. She blushed furiously. This wasn't the way she expected a boyfriend to act. He was embarrassing her in public.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what?" he said innocently, his hand never stopping. He felt the smooth warm flesh of her firm inner thigh and then moved up to her snatch. The girl might have been protesting, but the man realized that she was getting a real thrill out of him copping a feel in the public elevator. Her panties were almost totally drenched with her love oils. It took all of his control to keep from using his other hand to run the zipper of his fly down the track and let his prick leap out so that he could fuck her.

Martin had never fucked Katherine. They'd done a lot of things together but they had never fucked. He suspected she was still a virgin, and was too uptight over it to say so.

He wanted nothing more than to be the one to cure her of this sexual perversion. He'd never seen anyone more attractive than this eighteen-year-old. She still carried a lot of the naive ways of a high school girl, but she was maturing rapidly – and she had blossomed out physically a long time ago. The man could peer down into her cleavage and see the succulent twin mounds of her tits swaying enticingly.

Katherine didn't wear a bra – she didn't have to. Her tits were firm and high off her chest. He loved running his hands over the milky white flesh and feeling the gooseflesh that formed under his fingertips. The way her nipples sprang totally erect and pulsed hotly against his thumbs told him the full measure of the passion of which she was capable.

If the lustrous brown hair, the chocolate, limpid eyes, or the tits thrusting impudently against her thin blouse weren't enough, the rest of her turned him on in a big way. He felt almost greedy wanting it all. Her trim waist and her flaring, womanly ass made him hard every time he was with her.

Most of all, he loved her slender, tapering legs. He was a leg man. He could watch the white flash of her legs moving all day long. And he wanted nothing more in the world than to have her wondrous legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into the sexy swamp of her seething pussy.