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Hi, my name is Roger, and I would like to share with
you a very exciting experience I had recently with my mates; Jethro, Phil
and Gareth. We were working as builders at the time, renovating a listed
building used by a firm of Accountants. We had not been there long before
Sue, the pretty young receptionist who worked there caught our eye. She
was a petite, nineteen year old brunette, with radiant green eyes and
shortly bobbed hair. Always immaculately dressed, she moved with a refined
grace that would make you believe she was born in high heels. We
immediately put her down as a prim, well-bred young lady who wouldn't look
twice at chubby forty year old guys like us, and we soon started to refer
to her as "that posh bird".
After a few weeks though, we soon discovered that despite her
sophisticated and haughty air, she was in fact a very friendly and popular
girl who was adored by all. We once arrived at the office on her birthday
to find it festooned by cards and flowers brought by well-wishers of all
ages. "Christ, anyone'd think she was the fucking Queen!" Jethro
complained. One elderly lady in particular collared us for a good ten
minutes as she was leaving to explain to us what a sweet thing Sue was,
and how proud her family was of her for earning a living even though they
were very wealthy, "Oh she's a lovely girl! such a lovely girl" she kept
saying. "Yeah, I'd certainly like to give her one" Gareth sniggered as she
left.
We weren't the only ones gawping at her of course, and we often amused
ourselves by studying the effect she had on other male visitors to the
office as they stood transfixed by her flower like beauty. Sometimes,
especially the younger ones, she'd turn into stuttering fools. What
tickled us though, was that when they were in this gibbering state, Sue
addressed them as a nursery teacher would a child; cooing at them as they
looked at her shyly: "Do you want a cup of coffee...? no..? are you
sure..?"
Happily, she'd often stop to chat with us, her lilting and melodious voice
giving the illusion she spoke in barely a whisper, but with perfect
pronunciation like hers she could have been on the telly reading the news.
We were soon using any opportunity we could for a bit of innocent
flirting, and could only dream of what it would be like to have her.
One day, we had been asked to work during the weekend, and after being
puzzled by the approaching clip-clopping of a high-heeled visitor, were
suprised to find the object of our lust sweeping through the door, radiant
in a gently swaying full length blue velvet dress. "It's only little me!"
she smiled, as the room filled with her heady, feminine scent. She spoke
the words in that playful coquettish voice she sometimes teased us with,
and it always got our loins twitching.
She'd just dropped in to pick up papers for delivery to a client, and as
we chatted her glowing presence soon had its usual effect on us. We
crowded around her to drink her in, a slight sense of competition starting
to develop between us, and as the conversation continued I couldn't help
noticing how slight Sue was as our stocky forms towered over her fragile
frame. We were just planning to stop for a spot of lunch at a nearby pub,
so Jethro suggested Sue join us, and she readily agreed.
Once at the pub, we immediately started to enjoy ourselves, and soon the
many drinks we had consumed were starting to loosen our inhibitions. I
took the time to admire our fragrant prey at close quarters; Sue had a
cute, pert nose in the centre of her pretty, delicate face, an exquisite,
slender figure, and sat very modestly; legs crossed with the toes of her
red court shoes peeping demurely from under the hem of her royal blue
velvet dress. Only an elegant ankle shod in cream coloured nylon hinted at
what lay beneath her skirts. Her soft dark hair was neatly cropped in a
waif-like bob, and a pair of pearl drop earings swayed gently from each of
her elfin ears. As usual she wore her favourite shade of rose coloured
lipstick, I had peeked into her handbag earlier as she'd taken out her
cigarettes and noticed it was by Christian Dior.
My gaze was soon disturbed however, as I realised the subject had at long
last turned to sex. This was a topic Sue appeared to be suprisingly
comfortable with, and we were soon shocked to hear her describe
experiences she'd had on a recent Club 18-30 holiday as she sipped her dry
white wine. My mates and I looked at eachother in a mixture of suprise and
delight, as it slowly dawned on us that far from being a chaste little
princess, Sue was a promiscuous tramp with the morals of an alley cat. She
know full well her effect on the opposite sex, and had used this to
increase her skills as a courtesan beyond others of her tender age. Our
confidence grew even more as she described her preference for older men.
"I'm fed up of boys my age fumbling at me with no imagination" she
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