Sasha Frosts' Temple
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The new starter [short story]
🕑 Added 2024-11-06 13:00:12 +0000 UTCTom stood by the entrance of the investment company, wringing his hands. The receptionist pointed out a figure by the glass doors. April walked in, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished floor, echoing through the lobby. Her black hair cascaded over her shoulders in glossy waves, and her glasses accentuated her sharp eyes, which scanned the room with a discerning gaze. She moved with a confidence that commanded attention, each step deliberate and poised.
He straightened his tie and approached her, swallowing hard. "Hi, I'm Tom. I'll be showing you around today."
She flashed a smile that seemed to light up the room. "Nice to meet you, Tom. I'm April." Her voice dripped with an alluring tone, making his cheeks flush.
"Uh, let's start with the main office," he stammered, leading her down the corridor. He couldn't help but steal glances at her as they walked. Her silk blouse hugged her curves perfectly, its crisp white fabric catching the fluorescent office lights, and the charcoal pencil skirt revealed just enough to tease.
"So, how long have you worked here?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear in a way that seemed deliberately slow.
"About three years," he replied, trying to keep his voice steady.
"Three years? You must know all the secrets by now," she teased, nudging him lightly with her elbow.
Tom chuckled nervously. "Not really secrets. Just... uh... how things work around here."
They reached the main office, and he pushed open the door. "This is where most of us spend our days."
April looked around, her eyes scanning the room before settling back on him. "And where will I be spending my days?"
"Over there," he pointed to a desk near the window. "You'll have a great view."
She leaned in closer than necessary to look out the window. "It's beautiful," she murmured, glancing at him from the corner of her eye.
Tom cleared his throat and stepped back. "Let me show you the break room next."
As they walked through the hallways, she continued to ask questions about the company and its operations, but each inquiry felt like it had an underlying current of flirtation.
They reached the break room, and Tom gestured inside. "This is where we take our breaks."
April stepped in and ran her fingers along the counter's edge. "Do you take breaks often?"
"Uh... sometimes," he replied, feeling heat rise to his face again.
She smiled and took a step closer to him. "Maybe we can take one together sometime." April's eyes sparkled with mischief as she leaned against the counter. "So, Tom, are you single?"
Tom's blush deepened, and he nodded. "Yeah, I am."
She bit her lip and stepped closer, the gap between them narrowing. "I have to admit, I’m pretty nervous about starting here. I just finished high school and got this job because I ticked the boxes of young, female, and willing to work on an apprenticeship. Can you help me fit in? Get used to everything?"
Tom swallowed hard, his pulse quickening. "I'll help you with whatever you need."
April's smile widened as she tilted her head, her eyes never leaving his. "How old are you, Tom?"
"I turn forty next week," he said, trying to maintain eye contact but feeling the weight of her gaze.
She giggled, a sound both innocent and suggestive. "Wow, double my age. That's hot."
His mind raced, struggling to process her words and their implications.
April’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper. "You know," she began, tracing a finger along the edge of the counter, "I've always wondered what it's like to... take a break with someone more experienced."
Tom's breath hitched. "Uh... really?"
"Yeah," she purred, stepping even closer until he could feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. "Maybe you could... show me sometime?"
His heart pounded in his chest as he tried to find the right words.
April’s eyes gleamed with mischief as she glanced around the break room. "This place looks pretty private," she murmured. "I bet we could get up to all sorts of things during our breaks."
Tom's face burned as he struggled to maintain his composure. His mouth went dry, and he nodded, unable to speak.
April stepped closer, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his skin. "Do you ever fantasize about being with a nineteen-year-old, Tom?"
He gulped and nodded, his eyes flitting to the door, anxious yet eager.
She giggled softly, nibbling on his earlobe. Her hand slid down his chest, reaching for the button of his trousers. With deft fingers, she slowly undid the button, then pulled down the zipper, her touch deliberate and teasing. Tom whimpered, his hands balling into fists at his sides as he struggled to contain himself.
April's finger slipped through the opening, teasingly light as she traced over his underwear, feeling his cock harden further. Her touch was like an electric current, sending sparks through his body. She caressed him slowly, relishing his sharp intake of breath and the way his eyes closed in pleasure.
"You're so hard for me, Tom," she whispered, her warm breath fanning his ear. "And I love sucking cock. There's something so delicious about having a man's cock in my mouth, feeling it pulse and throb as I work it with my lips and tongue." Her finger toyed with the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down just enough to expose the head of his cock.
"I bet you'd love to feel my lips wrapped around this, wouldn't you?" she teased, stroking him with a single finger, driving him wild with anticipation and desire.
April's fingers wrapped around Tom's cock in a reverse grip, the sensation both unfamiliar and electrifying. The fabric of his underwear provided a thin barrier, heightening the friction as she began to pump him slowly, deliberately. Her hand moved with a practiced rhythm, squeezing just enough to make him gasp, then easing off to prolong the pleasure.
Her thumb brushed over the sensitive head with each upward stroke, sending jolts of ecstasy through his body. Tom's knees felt weak, and he gripped the counter behind him for support. April's eyes never left his face, watching every flicker of pleasure that crossed his features.
"You're so hard," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her grip tightened slightly as she increased the pace, her movements smooth and confident. The way she handled him, it was clear this wasn't her first time bringing a man to the edge.
Tom's breathing grew ragged, his heart pounding in his chest. Each stroke sent waves of heat pooling in his lower abdomen. He bit his lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, raw and needy.
April's smile widened at the sound. "You like that?" she whispered, her tone teasing yet commanding. She adjusted her grip, fingers curling around him more firmly as she pumped faster. His hips bucked involuntarily, desperate for more.
For what felt like an eternity but was only a few minutes, April maintained the exquisite torture, keeping him teetering on the brink of release but never quite letting him fall over the edge. Just when he thought he couldn't take any more, she stopped abruptly.
Tom's eyes flew open in surprise and frustration. His cock throbbed painfully in her hand, desperate for completion.
April leaned in close, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "It's going to be fun working with you." She gave him one last slow stroke before pulling her hand away entirely.
Tom stood there, panting and aching with unfulfilled desire as April stepped back and adjusted her blouse with a satisfied smirk.
"I should really get to my desk and start working," she said casually as if nothing had happened. She turned on her heel and walked out of the break room without a backward glance.
Tom remained rooted to the spot, struggling to regain his composure.
Comments
Toro
Outrageous behaviour... very hot and arousing!
Alee
That was a fun spin around the block. Thank you, Goddess Sasha.
Tibby
I want to work there!! 🙋♀️
Martin
Lucky!
Nasty Nate
Can’t wait to read after work amommy!
Hob
Thank you Mommy, this was a great read
