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For a while I have been fantasising about the boy in
the warehouse. Hazy day-dreams full of passionate kisses and secret,
guilty embraces. He is young; smooth, tanned skin and long legs, with a
cheeky grin and a sparkle in his eyes that makes my heart race. We have
worked together for years, but it is only recently that I have started to
think of him in a sexual way, ever since the day he hugged me after I had
some bad news, and I felt myself pressed against him. Now he hugs me
fairly often, in a friendly way, but I think there is more to it – and I
intend to find out.
He has been on holiday for a week somewhere hot, and I am surprised at how
much I have missed him being around. Having recently been promoted to his
manager, I am acutely aware of how I should act around him, but I find it
really hard when I can't stop thinking of him kissing me. His girlfriend
wouldn't like that much...
I arrive at work on his first day back, excited about walking into the
warehouse and seeing him again, hoping that he will greet me with a grin
and the usual tantalizing hug. When he hugs me I can feel the muscles of
his back, his long hair brushing against my face, and his body pressed
against me... it is hard to pull away. I look up at him with a secret
smile as I ask him how his holiday was. I am very good at making useless
smalltalk as an excuse to be with him in the warehouse, I wonder if he
notices and I feel silly.
As we talk he keeps his arm around me and slowly traces circles on my
back, I don't want to move away from him but I don't want to hang around
too much for fear he realises the sexy thoughts I keep having about him.
I'm worried he would laugh at me if he knew, and there's no way anything
could happen anyway with him having a girlfriend. I excuse myself hastily
and go back to my office.
I feel hot and shaky after I sit down, if only he felt the way I do. Apart
from the brotherly hugs, he has never given any indication that he likes
me too. I decide that from now on – I will be 100% professional and not
speak to him unless it is work-related...
After a week of stunted conversations and sharp exits, I am sat in my
office in the afternoon mulling over my latest steamy dream about him, and
then in he walks. He looks gorgeous, all curly hair and long legs, his
jeans tight and dirty from the warehouse, just a hint of tummy showing at
the bottom of his t-shirt. He doesn't venture into my office very often so
I am surprised to see him. I ask what I can do for him, and he asks me if
he has done something to upset me. I am shocked he has noticed anything
different to be honest, and I feel pretty flattered that he has even
noticed. I dismiss his question and say everything is fine, but he moves
closer to me and cups my face with his hand. He looks down at me and asks
what is really wrong.
Suddenly I just feel like I have to tell him, it's been too long that I
have wanted him and its driving me mad. I look away as I tell him that I
think about him all the time and I can't stop fantasizing about having sex
with him. He doesn't look shocked, which surprises me, and then as I sit
there waiting for him to say something, he slides his hand slowly down my
neck and chest and gently squeezes my nipple which is poking through my
thin shirt. I gasp out loud and feel my pupils dilate as I look up at him.
He bends his head slowly and brushes his lips gently against mine, a look
in his eyes that says he can't help himself, a whispered promise of things
to come. He turns and walks out the door, winking at me sweetly before he
goes.
My heart thuds like mad and I can feel the juice building up against my
pants. I long to reach down, pull my knickers aside and stroke myself
whilst I'm all wet but someone could walk in at any time. Did that really
just happen? What should I do? I shouldn't have said anything, let him do
that. I'm his manager, I should be acting professionally – not letting him
touch me! I have to do some damage control, I decide to speak to him later
that afternoon when the other warehouse guys have gone home.
Later that afternoon I go down to the warehouse, my heels clicking loudly
against the floor as I search for him. When I find him, he is at the
bottom of the warehouse arranging pallets, looking hot and sweaty from the
exertion. He doesn't turn and acknowledge me as I approach, just stays
still as he bends over a table to write something on a sheet of paper. I
know he must have heard me come in, and I don't know why he is pretending
he doesn't know I am there...unless he is as unsure as me about what is
going on?
I walk up and stand just behind him and put my hands either side of his
slim waist. I feel him tense as I touch him, but he doesn't say anything
or move at all, just stays leaning over the work bench. His skin feels hot
and smooth, I want to lick him and taste his salty sweat. I start to slide
one hand up his back, under his t-shirt, and I can feel all his hairs
standing on end as I stroke him gently. I circle my left hand around to
his stomach and run my fingers along the top of his jeans. He pushes his
bum out against me, and I flick the top buttons of his jeans open. I hear
a small moan escape from him, and I realise he is enjoying being passive
and letting me touch him.
I feel so turned on that I can't barely stand. My pussy is getter wetter
than I think it ever has before. I lean close to him and whisper to him
that my pussy is soaking wet and I want him to taste, and he moans louder
than before, but stays still. I slide my hand slowly inside his jeans and
his pants and find his cock. He is so hard and I can feel the pre-cum
dripping from the end, I think about licking it off with the tip of my
tongue and I shiver.
I start to tease him with my hand, and with my other hand I slide his
t-shirt up and over his head so he stands half naked in front of me. It
seems like it is too much for him suddenly, and he whirls round and grabs
my wrists and yanks me up against him. He crushes my lips against his and
his tongue slides into my mouth, so hot and sweet it makes me gasp. He
presses his crotch against me and I can't help thinking of what it would
feel like for his cock to slide inside me. I look up at him helplessly, I
feel like I am in one of my dreams and this can't possibly be happening,
not in the warehouse when anyone could come in and catch us.
But it is happening. He suddenly lifts me up onto the work bench, making
it easier for him to reach my mouth with his and he starts to kiss down my
neck and my chest. He moves his hand down and undoes the button of my
trousers and slides the zip down. I close my eyes and let my head fall
back as I feel his fingers slide inside my pants and discover the juices
all over my pussy. I can hear his inward breath and I buck my pelvis
against his hand. I am so horny I would do anything to have him inside me.
He starts fingering my clit really gently and slowly, teasing me with his
thumb as he slides the tip of his fingers into my pussy and I can't take
it anymore. Fuck me, I growl, and he does. He jumps up on the bench and
pushes me roughly down onto the wood. He yanks aside my wet panties with
one hand, and uses the other to free his cock and drive it hard into my
pussy. I scream out, past the point now where it matters who else hears,
and he slams into me again and again, each time deeper and harder than the
time before, until I think I can't bear it anymore. He crushes his lips
against mine, and slides his thumbs, rough and shaking, over my hard
nipples. His eyes devour me as we move together on the wooden work bench,
and I feel like the luckiest girl in the world as we come together in our
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