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A story of lust - part 2 - John
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A story of lust - part 2 - John It was now my last few days of work experience at the furniture manufacturer and distributors and I was still working in the sales office. I was given the job of sorting out the files in the archive room. Whenever someone brought files here they were just dumped on the floor and every few months someone would take a couple of days to sort them out. It was a job that suited my mood at the time as I would be on my own, undisturbed, and I could contemplate recent events and my future when I left. I spent the first day all alone in the dusty archive room shuffling files around to make room for the new ones. On the second day I was a little more prepared for the task. Because of the dust I now wore an old pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I decided I would spend all day here, even if I finished the job early. I liked the solitude and the freedom to let my mind wander. By mid morning I was slowly sorting through the files when I heard the door open and someone come in. I was down the far end of the room behind some racks of dusty files. I shook myself down and walked out from behind the racking. Standing by the door was John. The same boy who I used to see in the sales office in the afternoons. He looked at me a little startled. 'Hello Samantha. I didn't expect to find you here.' He said, a little sheepishly I thought. 'I'm just sorting through the files. It's my last job before I leave.' I replied with a cheery smile. 'Oh.' He said thoughtfully. He then looked at me a little more intently. 'Are you ok? You look a little upset.' 'I'm fine. It's just a bit dusty in here.' I said. John started to make his way over to me, reading the files as if he was looking for something. 'Miranda says hi by the way.' He said casually, still looking through the files. I smiled at him again as the fresh thoughts of Miranda filled my mind, but as I thought about his comment my smile vanished. How much did he know about Miranda and me? How well did he know Miranda? I stared right at him. 'She says you're a good friend to be with.' he said nervously as he glanced at me and noticed my intent stare. 'She just said hi, that was all.' I kept my stare fixed on him but I managed to raise a smiled. I could see he was growing uneasy. Did John know what happened between Miranda and me in the copy room? With this renewed memory and the possibility of John knowing all the details, I started to feel a little embarrassed, aroused and lustful all at the same time. I must have been influenced by Miranda because what happened next was totally out of character for me. I moved right up to John, our bodies touching, and pinned him to the racking, just as Miranda had done to me at the photocopier. I did not have the confidence of Miranda however, and I did not know what to do next. With my heart racing it seemed like an eternity stood there but eventually I could feel John running his hand down my back. The trigger had been pressed and instinct took over. To be more exact, John took over. He ran his hand down my back, inside my t-shirt and unfastened my bra. With his hand now rubbing my bare back and sending warm shivers of delight down my spine I started to kiss and bite his neck. Before long, John had my arms raised as he removed my t-shirt and bra. It was a real liberation standing there in just my jeans, watching Johns reaction to seeing my exposed breasts. I wanted to rip off his shirt in a fit of violent passion, just as it would be in the movies. Instead I hastily unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall to the ground. As john started to fondle and caress my breasts, holding each one in his hands and feeling the weight and warmth, I started to unbutton his trousers. He had his hands on his prize, I want mine too. I unbuttoned his trousers and unzipped the fly. Without waiting, I slid my hand into his pants and grabbed his hot and hard penis, pulling it up and out of his pants at the same time. On seeing his penis erect I wanted so much to dive down and devour him. Imagining Miranda standing in the doorway, watching, approving and encouraging me, I started to stroke his penis. It was extremely twitchy in my hands. I held it at the base with one hand and with the other I started to gently roll my fingers up and down. Gripping tightly every time I felt a fresh and powerful throb. My nipples were now hard. John was holding my breasts in his hands and massaging each nipple with his thumbs. I cannot explain the electric feeling I get when my nipples are excited in this way. My brain goes into sensory overload and I tingle all over my body. Waves of ecstasy wash over me leaving me short of breath. My nipples feel like they could explode. John must have taken this as a sign to hurry and he hastily reached down to my jeans and unfastened my button, sliding his hand down inside my tight jeans and panties. I was already dripping wet. His fingers traced a damp route from my clit down between my pussy lips, forcing them apart. As he started to retrace the path back up to my clit his finger slipped straight into my pussy. As he push harder and deeper I was almost lifted off the floor. The palm of his hand brushing up hard against my swollen clit. With his finger inside me, my grip on his penis intensified. I furiously worked my fingers along his pulsating penis. Using the palm of my hand to get the maximum sensation. Long, deep strokes. Pushing down hard to the base of his penis on each stroke. My other hand on his stomach, steadying myself, stopping me from collapsing with this sudden and intense pleasure. My breasts shaking up and down in time to each stroke of his penis and in rhythm with John's hand massaging my pussy. I could feel my pussy tighten around Johns finger. My juices starting to well up inside me. My breath short and sharp. As John pushed his palm into my clit I started an orgasm. My legs weakening as the pleasure concentrated deep inside my pussy. My grip on his penis now tighter than ever. My stokes harder but slower than before. I could feel how wet my pussy was. How damp my panties and jeans must be. I started to aid John by rocking my hips forwards and backwards. I could not help squeezing my thighs together, trapping his hand. I could feel my juices pouring out. As my orgasm subsided and I regained control I returned to Johns penis. Picking up the rhythm again. Massaging along its full length. Feeling every contour and vein with hard but delicate movements. Bending down I kissed the tip of his penis. Using my lips and tongue to excite it. As the powerful throbbing intensified I tightened my grip and tightened my lips around the tip. Slowly pushing my mouth down his shaft. The warm dampness of my mouth engulfing his penis. As the throbbing increased, my tongue flicked faster around his penis. My lips sliding down deeper and tighter. I could sense that John was near to orgasm. With one final lunge I slid my lips tightly down Johns penis. As he reached orgasm, John began moaning with pleasure... ..... I have never seen Miranda or John since I left the factory. I like to think that they are now a couple as they would suit each other perfectly. Maybe they were a couple even then? Kisses Samantha |
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