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The Data Entry Opening (MF)

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The Data Entry Opening (MF)

Yes.  I know she's only eighteen.
Yes.  I know I'm forty-two.

When I first saw her that September afternoon when she applied for 
the part-time data entry job at my manufacturing company, I had to 
hire her. 

Yes.  I know other applicants had better qualifications.
Yes.  I know I was thinking with another head.

...but it's just a data-entry job after all.

I was talking to my secretary, Susan.  Susan is 47 and has been with
the company almost the full fifteen years we'd been in existence.  
That was when Hannah walked in.  She was tall and striking.  Most of 
all she was a redhead.  There is something about redheads that just 
drive me wild.  Especially attractive redheads.  There's something 
completely intangible that just strikes me against my head and says 
"Look!"

"Hello," Hannah said to Susan.  "I'd like to apply for the job 
opening."  She wore nice blue jeans and a light pink blouse.  I still
remember intensely what she wore that first moment I saw her.  If her
intention was to look dressed up and yet casual at the same time, it
worked.

I noticed the resume in Hannah's hand was pretty sparse.  Of course,
how much experience can an eighteen year old really have?  I was 
mildly impressed that she thought to have a resume.

"We'll call for an interview in the next couple of days if we're
interested in you," said Susan.

"Thank you," said Hannah very politely and turned and started to walk
away.

Damn!  The curves of her butt filled her jeans mighty nicely.  Her red
hair lay loosely on her back and just below her shoulders.  My dick
twitched.  It was her definitely her butt that caused that.  I 
momentarily fantasized about entering her pussy from behind.

"Miss...?" I called out.

She stopped and turned and looked at me.

"I'm John Summers, the owner.  If you have a moment, I'd like to go
ahead and interview you now."

"Sure!" said Hannah with a big beautiful smile forming on her face.

She was truly gorgeous.  I twitched again.

"What about...?" said Susan as she pointed to a couple of sheets of
paper on her desk.

I knew that this was something that needed to be taken care of just 
as Susan knew it.  I'd work late today, I quickly decided.

"I'll take care of it," I told Susan.

Susan looked at me and then the girl.

"In here," I told Hannah as I went into my office.  "Go ahead and 
close the door."

I sat in my chair.  Hannah sat in one of the two chairs in front of
my desk.  She chose the one on the right.  The left chair was 
partially blocked by the computer monitor on the left side of my desk.
She sat quietly as I scanned her resume.  Hannah Brock.  Very 
respectable high school GPA, sales clerk for The Wap, before that 
worked at Super Pizza.  Going to school at State University, business
 major.

I looked up from the paper.

"So Hannah, what is your major?"

"I'm a business major, Mr. Summers.  I'm undecided whether I want to be
in the financial market or if I want to be running a company.  I want
to know the ins and outs of business."

I though she handled the question very well.  She knew I knew the 
answer to my question.

"Have you done data entry before?"

"No, but I know how to work a computer."

"How fast do you type?"

"I don't know.  I've never taken the test."

"Mr. Summers...?" her voice broke in.

"Uh..."  I realized I was staring into her eyes and had gotten lost. 
"Uh...you can call me John.  We're all on a first name basis here."

"Um..."

"That will let me know if you'll fit it."

"Okay...John," she said with hesitancy.

I picked up a pen.  I twiddled the pen back and forth with it held 
between my index finger and thumb.  "Now, tell me about...oops!"  
The pen "accidentally" flew out of my fingers.  It bounced on my desk
and onto the floor in front of her.

She bent over to retrieve it.  I smiled as her blouse hung slightly
open.  I saw her cleavage.  It looked like she had some decent-sized
tits.  I averted my eyes as she came back up.

"Thank you, Hannah," I said as I took the pen from her.

"Your welcome."

I put the pen down.

I looked into her eyes, smiled, and leaned back in my chair.  "Tell
me why I should consider giving you a job."

"Well, Mr. Summers..."  She paused when I wagged my finger.  She began
again.  "John, I am a hard worker.  I stick to my tasks and get them
done.  I am a fast learner and I think you'll find I can do a lot more
than data entry."

I tried not to go "there" in my thoughts after hearing her say 
"do...more", but I went "there".

"I get along with everybody and I can work well in a team.  You won't
regret hiring me."

Except for my constant case of blue balls, I didn't voice.

"Sounds good," I said.  "The job is 4 hours a day, 20 hours a week, 
Monday thru Friday, from 4 PM to 8 PM.  You'll also be expected to
be receptionist from 4 to 6.  Susan, our secretary, leaves at 4.  We
stop answering the main phone at 6."

"I can do that," she replied.

"Do you have any questions?"

"The hours work great for me, Mis...John.  Is there flexibility for 
when school semester terms happen?"

"Yes.  If you're a good worker, we'll want to keep you and we can
work something out."

"Good."

"Oh...wages.  It's just minimum wage."

"That's okay.  I just need money to put gas in my car, buy some food,
and go out with friends.

I decided to take a slightly improper vector in my interview.  "So
you're a freshman, Hannah?"

"Yes," said Hannah.  "John,"  She added.

"You have an apartment?"

"I'm in the dorm."

"You have a boyfriend?"

She hesitated at first.  She didn't expect that question.  "No."

My heart warmed inside.  I spoke something else.  "Well, I'm sure
the guys will be fighting to ask you out.  You're very pretty."

She slightly blushed and I could tell I made her feel awkward.  "Thank
you," she said with a little shyness.

"Well, Hannah," I said as I stood up.  "You are an impressive young 
woman.  I was impressed on how well you remained calm when I asked
you some personal questions.  That shows you know that a business is
like a family.  You've already shown some trust.  I'll decide on the
job in the next day or two."

She stood up. "Thank you for seeing me, John."

I smiled.

I waited two days before I had Susan call her and offer her the job.

On Monday, I was distracted at work.  I couldn't help thinking about
Hannah.  She was starting today.

"Do you want me to stay late and help train her?" asked Susan.

"That's okay.  I'll do it."

I didn't know how transparent my excitement was to Susan.  I'd never
been this way before.  Maybe she plainly recognized a horny male in
her presence.

Four o'clock finally came.

Susan ducked her head into my office.  I usually keep the door open.
"The new girl is here," she said.  "I'm going home."

"Thank you, Susan."  She was so reliable.

I sat patiently in my seat.  I didn't want to be too eager.  I heard
a door close and I knew Susan was gone.  Off the floor, hidden behind
my desk, I picked up a vase filled with flowers and walked out.

"Welcome, Hannah," I said holding the vase.

She looked at the vase, then to me, and then back at the vase.

"These flowers are just something for you to take home as a way of
welcoming you to the company."

She smiled.  "Thank you."

I put them on the desk.

"Come," I said.  She followed me down the hallway to a small office
with two desks in it.

"Hannah, this is Emily," I said introducing the 27-year old blonde
woman.  "She is one of two accounting people here.  She'll take care
of payroll.  Emily, this is Hannah.  She just started.  When, she's
all done just send her back down to my office.

"Sure, John," said Emily, smiling at Hannah. 

"Hello?" Hannah's voice came into my office twenty minutes later.

"I can tell you right now you need to learn to use my name," I 
instructed with a smile in my voice.

"Emily's all done, John."

"Good.  Can't have employees not getting paid.  They don't seem to
like that."  She smiled.  I liked that.

I went back out to the front desk and pulled up a chair next to her 
and for the next thirty minutes, I walked her through the computer 
screens and showed her what to enter in the fields from the paper 
copies.  These were updates of customer data or orders and other 
info.  It wasn't a whole lot to do, but I was only paying minimum 
wage and there was filing to do and the ubiquitous "other duties 
as assigned".

"If you get stuck or need help, don't be afraid to ask," I said as I
got up and returned to my office.

I had barely sat down when she needed help, but the interruptions
became less and less frequent as she got the hang of the program.

"Hello, VideoMax.  This is Hannah." I heard her voice say after the 
phone rang.  My phone rang.  "A Mr. Thompson, from Thompson Screens
for you, John," her lovely voice told me.  Thompson sold aftermarket
TV screens for automobiles.  "Thank you, Hannah.  Put him through."

That evening, I tried hard not to think about Hannah too much and I 
was mostly successful.  At least, I didn't hover at her desk.

"Hello, John," Hannah greeted me on the next day when I returned to
the office at 4:30.

"Hello, Hannah, you're looking very lovely."

She returned a shy smile to me.  "Brenda Trevin would like you to
call her."

"Thank you."  I went into my office to make the call.

"Hello, I'm Mike," I later heard my plant manager introducing himself 
to Hannah.

I couldn't make out much of the conversation.

Just before 6:00, I came out.  "How are things going?"

"Okay, John," she replied.  "I didn't realize I was working at dinner
time.  Yesterday, I was so nervous I didn't notice.  Today, I'm 
hungry.  Working only four hours, I don't think I get a meal break."

"No, but I don't mind you eating at your desk if you work at the same
time."

A man walked into the office carrying a sack.  "I'm looking for John
Summers."

"Here," I said.  I pulled out a twenty from my wallet.  "Keep the
change."  I took the sack.

"Thank you!" the delivery man said with a big smile and then left.

"Voila!  I have dinner for us."

"Oh, I couldn't."

"I have too much food here."

I could tell she was thinking about it.  The Chinese food did smell
good.  I pulled up a chair and started taking the containers out of
the bag.

"Thank you," she finally said.

"We're all here for each other."  My mind screamed with excitement.

I made small talk and asked her how school was going.  It was only 
three weeks into the semester.

"I quite enjoyed your companionship for dinner," I said.  "I'd like
to do it again tomorrow."

"But..."

I quickly interrupted.  "If you're going to say something about money,
don't.  I have lots of money.  I'm just paying you minimum wage.  
Consider it a perk."

"Thank you," she said again in her polite manner.

Over the next two weeks, I learned about her family and her likes and
dislikes.  She learned I was married once for only a year when I was
twenty-one.  

"So what do you like about a guy?" I asked her.

"He has to show he cares about me.  Not just pretending he's listening
to me, but shows it by doing things that show he listened.  Someone
who can make me smile and feel warm and comfortable about.  Trust is
important."

"What to like about a girl?" she countered.

"Well since I'm a guy, I think about physical attributes first, but I 
like a woman who'll be there for me even when I make mistakes.  Someone
who's willing to stay around if times become tough."

"What do like physically?" she asked.

"Well..."  I was on the spot.  "I like a woman who's in shape.  She
doesn't have to be a model or an athlete.  She just shouldn't have
let yourself go.  I like women in lingerie.  I like the peek-a-boo
quality that lingerie provides.  I like to think 'Did I see what I 
think I just saw?'  One other thing that I have to confess..."  I 
looked into her face to see her expression.  She was intently 
listening.  "One of the reasons I hired you is that you are a redhead.
I like redheads a lot.  Of course, these last two weeks I've discovered
you are much more that just a redhead.  You are a completely charming
woman and you are a hard worker and I know I made the right choice in
hiring you even if my reasoning was strange."  I paused.  "I hope I 
haven't offended you."

I could tell she was a little surprised.

She smiled.  "Well I'm glad my red hair was good for something.  It
makes up some for being teased as a kid."  She laughed.

I released my breath.  I just noticed I was holding it.

I stood up.  "Thank you, Hannah," I said and put out my arms for a 
hug.  She was tentative at first but then embraced me.

Damn!  She felt good in my arms!

On Monday, when Hannah got in I asked her if she could stay late for 
an hour.  She said she could.  At 5:00, I headed out to the parking
lot and found her car, a ten year old Taurus.  I put on some overalls
and some goggles.  I crawled under her car and opened the oil plug.
The oil poured out all over the asphalt.  I tightened the oil plug
back up.  I disposed of the goggles and overalls in the green 
dumpster.  I kept back a few data entry forms and gave them to her
at 8:00 and told her I needed these in today.  She cheerfully obliged.

At 8:40, she poked her head into my office.  "They're all entered,
John."

"Thank you, Hannah."  I picked up my coat.  "Let's get out of here.
It's late."

"Sounds good," she replied.

"Uh-oh!" I said as we walked up to her car.  I bent down in front of
it.

"What?" she said with a little anxiety in her voice.

"Looks like your engine lost all its oil.  You can't drive it."

"Oh, no!  Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Ohhhh!  I can't afford to fix it or get a new car."

"Hannah, let me drive you home.  I'll pick you up tomorrow.  I'll
check your car out in the daylight.  It might be a simple problem."

"Okay," she said.  I could see the worry on her face.

"I'll take care of you," I assured her.

I drove her in my Lexus to the school.  When we stopped in front of 
her dorm building, I leaned over and kissed her softly on the cheek.
"See you tomorrow.  I'll pick you up.  Don't worry about the car.  
I'll take care of it."

Hannah's hand touched the cheek I kissed.  She got out of the car.  
and looked back at me.  Her hand was still on her cheek.

I waved and drove off.  In my rearview mirror, I saw a small return
wave.

"Good news, Hannah!" I exuberantly said when I picked her up.  I 
leaned over and kissed her on the cheek again.  Her hand went up to
her cheek again.  "The oil plug on your car just fell out.  I put it
back in.  I made sure it won't fall out again.  I went ahead and put
oil back into the car."

"Oh, wonderful," said Hannah with excitement.  "Thank you."  She 
looked relieved.

"No charge," I quickly added.  "It cost nothing."

I pulled into my reserved spot.  We went over to her car and I had her
start it up.  It roared to life.  After all, I only gave it an oil
change.

"Thank you, thank you," she said happily and bounced out of the car.
She hugged me.  I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight.
Finally we began to separate.

"Your welcome."  I kissed her softly on the nose.  She became bashful
and nervous again.  "We better get into work.  I know that boss of
yours can be a real asshole if you're not in on time."

She laughed at my joke.  The joke broke the sudden awkward tension.

For the next couple of weeks, I kissed her on the cheek to and say
"Thank you" for basically her just doing her job.  I noticed she
became more relaxed about it.

One evening as I left her desk and walked back into my office I 
sighed, "I wish she'd show a little bit more cleavage."   

I turned and she was right behind me.  "Uh...John?" she said, "Mike
called.  He won't be in tomorrow.  Car problems."

"Uh...thank you, Hannah."

My mind raced.  Did I mutter that under my breath?  Did she hear it?
My stomach did flips.

"Did he check his oil?" I quickly said with a joke attempt.

She didn't smile.  She turned and went back to her desk.  The phone
rang.  "Emily?" I heard her say  "I'll transfer you."

I sat at my desk.  I could feel sweat trickle down my body.  My mind
was in a blur.  Before I knew it she was standing in front of my desk.
Her purse was in her hand.  "I'm going now," she said.

"Have a good night," I replied.  I looked down and tried to look busy.

"You need to thank me?"

"Huh?"  I looked up at her.

"Alison is teaching me the accounts payable system, since she's been
working a little late this week."  Alison worked with Emily.  "Here's
a check from Bradley Electronics."  She put in on my desk.  Bradley 
was a company that was behind in payments.  I picked it up.  The check 
was for at least half of what they owed us.  It was a very good start.
"I called them and pretended to be a lawyer."

"Hannah!"  I said, my voice getting animated.  "You can't do that.
We'll get in trouble."

"But I got the check..." she protested.

"I'm glad," I said, "just don't pretend to be a lawyer again.  Okay?"

"Okay."

Hannah left and so I averted a future lawsuit against my company.

I often didn't come out to see Hannah until after five.  It wasn't
until after five that the business day started to wind down.  The 
next day, it was Hannah who came into my office for our first contact
of the day.  She came into my office just before five.  My mouth 
slightly gaped.  She wore a scoop-neck shirt.

"John...?" she said.  I heard something girlish in the way she said
my name.  "Oops."

It almost felt like it was in slow motion.  I can so clearly recall 
this event in my head.  I watched as the pen slipped from her hand and
fell to the floor.  She bent forward at the waist.  Her shirt hung
open and I could quite clearly see her tits.  36C's I quickly guessed.
She wore a white lacy bra with sheer sections that gave it a 
peekaboo quality.  My dick twitched.  She picked up the pen and
slowly, too slowly, raised back up.

She walked around to my side of the desk.  I felt nervous.  My dick
strained against my pants.

"You never thanked me for getting that Bradley check," she said.  She
sat in my lap, wrapped her right arm around my neck, and presented 
her right cheek to my face.

I was sweating and breathing hard, but I knew what to do.  I kissed
her cheek.  "Thank you, Hannah.  I appreciate you very much."

"And I want to thank you," she said.  She turned and kissed my cheek.

"What's that for?"

"For being such a good boss."  She got up but ended up squishing my
dick doing so.  She looked down at my pants.  Was she eyeing my 
erection?  "See you at dinner."  I could have sworn she was wiggling
her butt on purpose when she walked out.  Well, maybe not.  I was in
a heightened state of arousal after all.

Things didn't move any further the next few weeks.  She would kiss
me on the cheek now and that was nice.  Plus every so often, she wore
something a little more revealing and there was always a time during
those days that she would turn or bend and I could look down her shirt
into those beautiful tits.  On those evenings, I always ended the work
day in the bathroom to relieve my painful blue balls.

I called Hannah into my office one night, about fifteen minutes 
before she was to go home.  "Hannah," I said to her across my desk,
"I never notified you that you passed your one month probation 
period."  I stood up and walked around my desk and sat on the edge
of it.  "You have more than surpassed my expectations of you as an
employee.  Thank you for being so dedicated."  I leaned down and
lightly kissed her on the lips.  I heard her shiver.  I slowly backed
away.  She looked disoriented.  

"Thank you," she said in a whisper.  Her face was flush with 
perspiration.  She stood up.  "It's hot in here today," she said almost
to herself.  "I better get back to my desk."  She stumbled into the 
chair.  "Oh."  She walked a little unsteadily back to her desk.

I smiled.

In early December, Hannah came into my office at about six and sat down
in the chair.

"John?"

"You look stressed," I said.  She did.  And tired.

"I'm caught up with everything," she said "and I was wondering if I
could go home early."

"Is there a problem?  Are you okay?"  My heart ached in concern for
her.

"I just have term papers to finish and finals to study for.  The 
couple of hours would help."

I stood up and came up behind her chair.

"Sure, sure," I said.  I put my hands on her shoulders.  She moved 
slightly from the surprise touch of my hands but then relaxed in a
sign of trust.  "Let me try to massage some of that tension out of
you first."

I began to squeeze her shoulders and then began to rub and press on
her upper back.  My hands moved to the back of her neck and I 
squeezed.

"Is it too hard?"

"No.  It feels good."

"Good, good."  I continued her massage.

"I'm going to go a little softer now," I told her.  "This will help
you relax more."

I bent down and lowered my lips to the back of neck.  I slowly and 
softly kissed her neck.

"J..." she said.

"Shhhh," I interrupted.  "Take in the sensations. Relax."

I persistedd to kiss both sides and the back of her neck.  Her 
breathing slowed to where it nearly matched the gentle pace of my
kisses.  I smelled no perfume on this eighteen-year old beauty.  I 
liked that.

I was getting a little tired but I carried on.  Sometimes I would
return to rubbing with my hands and then come back to kissing her
neck.  I kept an eye on the clock.  After fifteen minutes, I stopped.

"Go on home, Hannah.  I hope you feel better."

"Thanks, John.  That felt good."

As she went out, I realized I need to start closing my door.  No one
is usually around after 6 PM, but why take the chance.

The next day, I didn't come out to the front desk until the Mobile 
Waiter brought dinner at 6:00.

"Let's have dinner at my desk."  We sat in the two chairs in front
of my desk.  I also closed my door.

"So how are you feeling?" I asked.

"Better.  That massage really helped me relax.  I fell asleep when I 
got home.  Maybe I needed sleep more.  But I felt refreshed and was
able to get some stuff done during the break between my classes."

"Wonderful," I said.

When dinner was concluded, we stood up.  I leaned over, held her upper
arms lightly in my hands and gave her a soft slightly lingering kiss 
on her lips.  I saw Hannah close her eyes.

"Thank you for being such a good friend to me," I whispered softly.

Her breath became a little harder.  I kissed her softly on the lips 
again.

"You mean so much to me," I said.  "It's good to have someone you 
care about."

One more time I softly kissed her lips.

"See you later."  I put the excess dinner into the trash and sat
down at my desk.

Hannah walked out but several times, before she reached the door,
she stopped and looked back at me.

Dinner time ran that way from now on.  In my office with the door
closed.  I gradually kissed her a little firmer, a little longer, and
a little more often.

The following week, we were eating dinner and she was unusually quiet.

"Are you okay?" I asked.  "School okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, school just finished for the semester."

I waited as patiently as I could, but after a couple of minutes of
silence I had to speak,  "Please tell me, Hannah?  I'm your friend."

She looked at me.  Moisture formed in the corner of her eyes.

"I...I think I love you," she finally said and then she stood up and
burst out of my office.

It took every ounce of will I had to not go after her, but I didn't.
I knew she needed to be alone.

At about 7:00, she came back into my office and sat down in the chair.
I came out of my executive chair and sat in the other chair and waited
for her to speak.

"I think I need to quit," she said with a trembling lip.

"What if I told you I think I love you too?" I said.

She looked at me with surprise.  Maybe the thought hadn't occurred
to her.   I decided to continue.

"Hannah, every day I look forward to when you come in to work.  It
takes a lot of effort for me not to be waiting at your desk at 4:00.
I want you in my life.  I know I'm a lot older than you, but the
way we get along with each other, it's almost as if we were made for
each other."

"Please don't go," I added.

She looked into my face.  I think my words had some effect but I 
wasn't sure.  I stood up and outstretched my arms.

"I want to hold you," I said.

She rushed into my arms and we held each other tightly and my lips
found hers and she kissed me back for the first time.  Our lips 
passionately sought each other out.  Finally, we parted and I just
held her in my arms for the longest time.  She laid her head against
my shoulder.

We ended our next couple of dinners kissing and holding one another.
On Tuesday, of the next week, just a week before Christmas, I came
out to her desk right before it was time for her to go.  I had a gift
bag in my hand.

"What's this?" she asked with surprise and delight as she took the 
bag.

"Open it when you get home," I told her.

During dinner the next day, I asked her how she liked her gift.

"I'm glad you asked me to open it at home," she said a little 
bashfully.

I smiled.

On Friday was the company Christmas lunch and party.  I let everyone
go home at noon and Hannah made the party.  I'm glad Hannah socialized
with the other people.  It would have certainly been awkward if she
had been hanging on my arm or if she was always right by me.  People
finally went home and I looked around and noticed Hannah had left too.
I wanted to give her a secret kiss good-bye.  I went to my office to
get my briefcase.

When I opened the door, Hannah was sitting on my desk.  She wore a 
teddy.  It was the same color red as the color of her hair.  The top
was sheer and lacy with little gaps.  A very arousing peekaboo.  I
could see her right nipple.  She stood up.  Now I could see some red 
pubic hair just above where the cloth covered her clit and pussy 
opening.

She looked damn good in the Christmas present I gave her.  No.  She 
looked hot!

I closed the door and started to run toward her and then in what I'm
sure looked rather silly and comical, I turned around went back to 
the door, locked it, and then turned back and ran toward her again.

I wrapped my arms around her and bent her back.  My mouth went down
and my lips kissed just above her tits and then went down into her
exposed cleavage.  My tongue darted in between.  She hissed as I 
went between her tits.

"Oh, Hannah!" I exclaimed.

I straightened up and my hands went to her bare butt.  I squeezed the
two firm round globes.  My pants-enclosed cock ground against her
nearly naked pussy.  

I finally separated.  

"You're beautiful," I said.  I kissed her lips and that set off 
another round of our hands roaming each others' bodies.  I took a 
step back.  I had to.  I couldn't keep my hands off her.

She watched me as I began to unbutton and take off my shirt.

"You know," she said, "Having a thin piece of cloth in between my 
butt cheeks is not very comfortable.  This is definitely for a guys
enjoyment because it's uncomfortable for me."

"Definitely," I said as I undid my pants while I kicked off my shoes.
"Definitely."

My pants fell down and Hannah's eyes went to the bulge in my 
underwear.

"Wow!" she said as my erection came into view.  I slipped my feet out.

"If that's uncomfortable," I said eagerly, "I could take it off for
you."

"I'll do it," she said pulling her eyes away from my cock.

She undid the crotch snap and extracted the material out of her crack.
The spaghetti straps slid off her shoulder and she pushed the teddy
down.  It dropped to the floor.

There was a moment when it seemed like neither of us knew what to do
next.

"I want to suck on your tits," I announced to her.

I stepped forward and bent my knees and took her tits into my hands.
Hannah's tits were firm.  Despite their good size, they did not sag.
The joys of youth.  I put my mouth on her right nipple.  She stumbled
a step back, but then she was steady against my desk.

"Oh," she moaned.

I released her very wet tit and went to her other tit and nipple.
I alternated between them.  Sucking on her nipples.  Kissing.  Licking.
My tongue running in the valley of her hills.

I felt her hand around my dick.  I straighten up.

"Lay back on the desk," I said.  I positioned her butt on the edge of 
my desk.  We couldn't go length-wise on the desk because of the
computer.  Her head went over the side.

"Be right back," I said.  I slowly opened the door and looked around.
I ran naked to the guest couch.  I pulled out the three seat cushions
and came back in.  Yes, I made sure I relocked it.  I raised my 
executive chair as high as it would go and put the cushions on it.
It was perfect!  It actually tilted her head forward slightly, so 
she could see better.

"Thanks," she said.

"My pleasure," I replied.  I was happier than I'd ever been in a 
long, long time.

I lifted her legs and pushed them apart to the sides.  My heart felt
like it just stopped.  There it was.  Hannah's beautiful pussy.  The
wonderful red pubic hair was trimmed for wearing a bikini.  There was
another red area that particularly grabbed my attention.

Hannah moaned and her body arched as my tongue flicked over her clit.
I began a slow, deliberate licking, kissing, and sucking on it.

"Oh!" she moaned.

I would sometimes dart my tongue in between her lips and penetrate 
into her pussy.  Her juices started fast.  I drank them up as if it
was the rarest of nectars.

"Ooooooh" she moaned.  Her moan was changed.  More aroused.  I sucked
deeper on her clit.  I licked her firmer and she was also very aroused
when I licked along the outside of her lips.  She arched her back and
pushed her pussy into my face.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" she cried out and I felt her come.

I stopped.

"Oh, wow!" she said.

I waited about a minute.  My aching cock needed relief.  I stood up
and stepped up.  I grabbed my cock and lined it up with her pussy. I
inserted it into her delicate folds.

I looked at her face before I pushed into her.  I was perplexed.  She
looked almost...scared?  I watched her facial expression as I slowly 
pressed my cock into her pussy.  I felt her warmth as her body opened
for me.  I was very surprised to find resistance inside her.

"Are you...are you a virgin?" I stammered in surprise.

"I wanted to wait for the right one," replied Hannah in aroused 
sensual breath.  "You are the one."

My head spun.  I was no longer just a 42-year old man having sex with 
a 18-year old woman - a girl essentially.  I was having sex with a
virgin, I was deflowering her, I was the first one ever to fuck her
cunt.  Needless to say, no matter how I said it, it was extremely
exciting for me.

"This might hurt a little," I cautioned.

"I know."

I swear when I broke her hymen that she made the exact same sound a
mouse makes when it gets stepped on.

"Stop a second," she said as she waited for the pain to subside.
I happily obliged.  I was partially inside her!  It felt good.

"Okay," she said a few seconds later.

I gradually pushed the rest of my cock all the way inside her pussy.
She felt so good.  She was warm, she was tight.  It was pure ecstasy.
I slowly pulled back out with just my cock head inside her and then
bit by bit pushed back in.  I heard her exhale with my every entry.
Over time, I began to speed up inside her.  Her tits jiggled and 
grabbed my attention so I grabbed them in my hands.  I held on to 
her tits and squeezed them as I leisurely fucked her.

After a couple of minutes Hannah said, "Climb on top of me.  I want
to feel your body against mine."

I had no problem with that.

Hannah had to scoot a little.  I needed to get at least some of my 
legs supported by the desk.  We pushed my chair back.  She lost a 
little back support but she was in no risk in falling.  She pushed her
tits up and I pressed my chest against them.  My cock easily refound 
her pussy and slid back into her like it was home.  

In hindsight, it would have been more reasonable for us to lay on the 
carpet.  However, this turned out to be a wonderful first time and so I 
lasted much longer that I would have normally.  It was difficult to 
thrust into her.  I had little leg support.  I used one of the visitor
chairs to hold up my feet.  As strange as it all seems, all of it just
made that first time with Hannah even the better.

"I never imagined you'd feel so big inside me," she said.  There was
awe in her voice.  I didn't mistake this statement for saying she 
thought I had a small dick.  She was a virgin.  A tampon was the 
biggest thing ever put inside her.  In fact, I was a very respectable
seven inches.

Even at the slowest sex pace, the sensations build.  Also, the very 
fact that I was causing those erotic moans coming out of Hannah's mouth
was very stimulating for me.  After fifteen minutes, I groaned with
every short, hard thrust into her pussy.  My orgasm was becoming 
imminent.

She ground her clit against me and moaned out, "Aaaaaaaah".  She was
coming.   

I pressed harder and harder.  "Unnnnn!" I groaned and I released.  I
felt a hard squirt shoot out.  It was so hard it almost burned.  Then
several other squirts came until there was no more.  It was a lot of
come.  I hadn't been in a pussy for ten months.  Only masturbation.

"You are so beautiful, so wonderful, so special..." I said as I laid
kiss after kiss after kiss on her face.

"It was even better than I imagined," she said.  "Sex is all they say
it is and more."

"Merry Christmas," I said.

"Merry Christmas."  Hannah kissed me.

"What are you doing for Christmas?" I asked.  "You're not going to 
stay in the dorm all alone?"

"I'm going to my parents."

"Oh," I said with disappointment.  After such a fantastic first time,
I just wanted to do it again and again.

The week between Christmas and New Year's I close the office,  so on
the Tuesday after the holiday, I finally saw Hannah again.  She 
surprised me.  She was wearing a skirt.  She always dressed very 
nicely, but it was always with jeans.

"Good morning, Hannah," I said with a big smile as I passed by the 
desk.  My heart thumped and my cock started to fill with blood.

"Good morning, John," she replied with an equally big smile.  "It was 
the best Christmas party I've ever been too.  Here's your phone 
messages."

I took the small stack of about five.  "I'm glad you enjoyed 
yourself."

I sat at my desk.  As usual, my top customers were trying to reach
me after the holiday.  The last message caught my eye.  It said:
"Plan on working late."  It was unsigned.

Hannah wouldn't let me even kiss her during dinner.  When I tried
to find out more information on the last message, she acted coy
and innocent.  "It might be helpful if you weren't wearing any 
clothes," she told me.

I was too distracted to do any work.  I got naked already by 7:30.
I phoned Hannah.  

"Did I get any additional messages?" I asked.

"No," she said.

"Are you sure?" I practically whined.  I was too excited.  "Maybe
it might start a little earlier?"

I saw Hannah peek her head around the door while holding the phone.
She giggled and then hung up.

I was impatient.  I had a very hard hard-on.  I kept having to stop 
myself from absent-mindedly stroking my cock.  I didn't want to get
aroused too fast.

Fortunately, she didn't make me wait much longer.  She stepped into
my office and closed and locked the door.  She whipped off her shirt
and flung it in my direction.  If fell well short.  She reached 
behind and undid her bra.  That flew even less.  She shook her body.
Her tits jiggled for my pleasure.

"I need to thank you," Hannah said, as she walked toward me.

"What for?" I said playing the game.

"You've been such a good boss.  You've taken care of me and..."  She
climbed up on my lap.  Her legs straddle me.  She reached down and
took hold of my cock.  She sat down and I was surprised as I slipped
right into her pussy.  "...and you've filled my every need.  Mmmmmmm,
Ohhhhh!"

My first surprise was that she had no panties on.  She'd been out
there with no panties on all that time.  The first surprise 
facilitates the second surprise in that my cock entered right into 
her warmth.

Hannah began to bounce up and down on my cock.  Her tits shook right
in front of my face.  I did the natural thing.  I sucked on them.  I
smothered my face within her cleavage.  She gratified me by pushing 
her tits together around my face.

It felt so good and then she stopped and got off me.  I looked at her
in frustration.  She undid her skirt and it fell to the ground.  She 
then turned around and bent over the desk.  She spread her legs open.
An invitation.

"Here's your chance to fulfill every male boss's fantasy," Hannah 
said.

"What?" I said truthfully.

"Every man wants to fuck some girl bent over his desk.  Here's your
chance.  Fuck me."

I was shocked.  Foremost by her language.  I'd never heard her talk
like that before.  It was exciting yet a little repelling at the same 
time.  After our first time of sex, I could she was no longer the 
quiet young woman.  That person was gone.  She was now a sensual, 
erotic woman who had no problem voicing her physical needs.  Secondly,
yes indeed it was a fantasy to have a woman bent over the desk, but I
never thought I'd do it, nor did I even try.

I stood up and inserted my cock back into her open pussy.

"Don't be afraid to fuck me hard," she said.  "Live your fantasy.  Or
do it however you want.  I love you."

I slowly moved back and forth inside her.

"Oooooh, it feels different this way.  It's hitting just..."  She 
paused as sensations hit.  "...the right spot."

Her moaning was too provoking for me to hold back and I began to 
thrust into her in earnest.  I could hear her boiling toward orgasm 
and I remembered her words, so I chose to fuck her hard.  My hands 
held her waist and I now pounded into her.  Just a few moments after 
I started to fuck hard, she cried out and came.  I continued to fuck 
and slam hard into her pussy.  I could feel my cock building and 
building.

"UNHH!" I groaned and shot my come into her.

"I can feel it," she moaned.  "I can feel it shoot."

Damn, she was hot!

Just before 8:00 every night was the start of very fun times for us 
over the next few months.  When the school year ended, she quit.  She
said she wanted to work full-time somewhere.  Make more money.  I'd 
been giving her $200 a month out of my own paycheck since we started
to have sex.  My only stipulation was that at least $50 of it had to 
go to buying lingerie.  I offered her full-time work over the summer.  
It wasn't about the money.

The college boys had become interested in her and she'd become 
interested in them.  It didn't come as a shock.  Our relationship
latest longer than I expected.  I still miss Hannah.  My beautiful
redhead.  Maybe she'll show up sometime just to relive some old times.
You know what I mean.

Yes. I know I'm forty-three now.
Yes. I know I shouldn't hire part-time help with the hope that I can
one day fuck them now.  Sorry, I mean have sex with them.

But here's an important fact.  Even though I'm getting older, the 
college freshman girls are still eighteen.


THE END

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