I inhaled the scent of her pussy on the panties and nearly came from that. Then I wrapped them around my dick and began to stroke. Fuck, why did this feel so good? I’d been masturbating for nearly 30 years, and I always got off, but this, my dick felt more electric with Leah on the mind.
“Come on my tits,” her words came back to me.
“Fuck, yeah… oh shit…” My hand firing along my length as pressure grew in my balls. I conjured up the image of the dildo sliding in and out of her pink pussy lips. God how I wanted that to be my dick. She looked so tight, and the way her pussy sucked in the dildo, I knew she’d blow my mind if I got the chance to fuck her. Because I couldn’t really experience it, I just imagined us back on my desk, but instead of the dildo, I was thrusting my cock into her tight pussy.
“Ah… fuck… fuck…” In an instant, I was coming all over the sink basin in an orgasm that went on and on. When it was done, I used her panties to wipe off my dick, and a towel to clean the rest from the sink and floor.
I looked at myself in the mirror. “You’re so totally fucked, Cox.” I tucked the panties into my coat pocket and returned to my office. She’d be back tomorrow, and then what? Did my abrupt departure change her mind about me being the man to take her virginity? Or would the fact that I gave her two orgasms and then came on her tits embolden her to try again?
I knew without a doubt, that if she walked in right now and said, “Fuck me,” my dick would be inside her in less than two seconds. For a man who valued control, the realization that I would give in and fuck her if this kept up had me both excited and terrified.
As much as I wanted inside her sweet pussy, I couldn’t let that happen, so the only choice I had was to reassign her. Sitting at my desk, I pulled out the company directory and searched for a different place I could send Leah to finish out her internship.
Because I couldn’t trust myself not to touch her, I stayed away from my office on Wednesday, her next day in the office, and instead had Mrs. Wallace deliver the news that she’d be in the marketing division for the rest of the internship. She’d started out there, but this time I put her with the online marketing team, instead of the direct marketing and copywriting team she’d been with before.
When I was sure she was in her new location, two floors down, I went to my office and focused on getting my brain and business back on track. Of course, when the sketches of new lingerie showed up, each one I imagined Leah wearing. Several had her touch in the design. When she first started in the design department, she said that while women wanted to feel sexy and powerful, they also liked to feel feminine and pretty. She suggested designs that included more delicate lace and softer hues, like the one she’d worn yesterday. She also worked with the designers to create pieces that were functional enough to be worn every day but still felt sexy. One of the bras had a full coverage cup, but then the cup could be unfastened to expose the nipples and push the breasts up without looking bunched or feeling uncomfortable.
She was a natural when it came to lingerie design. I’d like to think Valerie would have been supportive of her, but I’m not sure she’d appreciate my carnal thoughts about her. She wouldn’t have minded me having sex with another woman, but probably not Leah.
I sat back to analyze that thought because it didn’t make much sense. Why would she care if I fucked Leah?
Because Leah means something to you. No, she didn’t. Well, she did, but not romantically. I lusted for her, I wasn’t in love with her.
Deciding I was going crazy, I changed into running clothes so I could burn off my sexual frustration and confusion in Central Park. Five miles and five gallons of sweat later, I wasn’t any less frustrated or confused.
What the fuck was it about Leah? Yes, she was smart, but so where a lot of women. She was sexy, but so were other women, although Leah’s curve ratios were optimal, I had to admit. Valerie had been sexy, but leaner and more lithe than Leah.
It had to be her innocence. The idea of her being a virgin had to be a factor in making my libido go crazy. Except, I’d been hot for her since I met her four years ago when I didn’t know she was a virgin. She was nineteen then. Jesus, I was a pervert.