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The Lonely Receptionist 1/2
Part of the saga DIARY OF A YOUNG SCHOOLBOY (D.A.Y.S.)

by Teddy Daze

Keywords: mF, hs, job, msolo, dream

I am compiling a series of stories from a high school setting,
chronicling my experiences from sexually awkward adolescent to
someone who knows.... more. Stories may or may not be my real,
personal experiences - keeping you guessing is half the fun!

If you enjoy my trash, consider tipping me via Paypal (teddy.days
at gmail dot com). It will go a long way to helping me write
more! Also, all comments and feedback are welcome via my email!

------

It all began when I needed a bigger allowance, and took a job as
a courier in my district. I got assigned a zone further out as I
was late into the hiring process. I would deliver to the office
zone... in the evenings.

The office zone was refurbished from rows of old two/three-storey
shop-houses that served as both stores and living quarters in
times gone by. Now they hold air-conditioned modern offices. Some
deliveries there occurred at night as some offices based their
work hours on countries on the other side of the world.

So I was to deliver to a far-off zone in the evenings, on my
bicycle. So, no sweat...

On my first assignment the postmaster had me send three items.
The last item addressee was hard to locate. Luckily a phone
number was on the parcel, and I called. A female voice answered
and gave me directions. No wonder I was lost! The office was in a
secluded corner of the complex, and only reachable by a cosy side
lift retrofitted into the shop-house façade. This glass lift
itself was behind the corner of a series of ground floor cafes.

I pressed "4" on the panel and the doors opened to a small
private lobby, adorned by pots of plastic plants in corners and a
polymer bench for waiting visitors. The actual entrance to the
office was a thick wooden door with an opening at eye level so
staff could see who's here. The whole place looked homey - more
private residence than office.

Upon ringing the door slit slid open, and revealed what would
made my trip worthwhile- a cute and gorgeous face: fair,
chiselled cheeks; shimming, re-bonded hair; large, iridescent
eyes looking me down.

After an awkward pause, I remembered my job. "Er, delivery."

"Ah." A chirpy voice dashed with hints of huskiness. "You managed
to find this place!"

"Er, not without your help."

"I got lost too when I first started working here," she chimed.

Since that friendly exchange I hoped to be mesmerized by that
pretty face and melodious voice again. I soon did.

x x x

On my next delivery to the secluded address, the pretty lady
recognized me, and asked whether I was full-time because I looked
young. I said I was a student doing this part-time.

"That's good. Everyone should get some working experience as
young as possible. It helps." She quipped.

"And... what...about you?" I took the chance to find out more
about this pretty-face.

"Ohhh, I work here, as you can see. I'm actually a secretary, but
my job involves taking overseas calls. So I work the night shift
because it's office hours in the foreign offices."

"You're alone?"

"Yup."

"Must be pretty lonely all by yourself, night after night."

She exhaled a short sigh, cut short probably because she realized
it improper to complain to a stranger. "What-to-do? Just do what
the company says."

"What does your company, er, do?"

She gave a lengthy explanation of how her logistics outfit
operated, and how only a skeleton staff was needed here because
most of the footwork was outsourced and her office never really
handled the goods they coordinated.

That voice was so crisp and sweet and I wished I could just
listen to her talk. Every moment when I began to be sedated by
the voice, I stirred and realized I needed to punctuate the
conversation with more questions, which ended up sounding lame
since I wasn't focused.

"Your, uh, family must tolerate you sleeping all day then."

"Oh, my husband understands." The eyes drooped a little.

I stared agape, "Hus-husband? I didn't expect you to be married!"

A giggle. "And why not?"

"You... you look so young!" a blurted plainly.

The eyes tinkled. "Why, thank yoouu."

"Just how old are you?"

"Oh my, you want to know everything, don't you?" the voice teased
accusingly. "How old do you think I am?"

I guessed 22, or 25 at most. She surprised me with her real age
of 30.

"Oh wow, your husband is so lucky." I exclaimed tactlessly. "It's
like marrying a pretty schoolgirl!"

She forced a chuckle. "Yes, lucky him." Silence for a moment.
"Looks like I'm more suited for bashful little schoolboys like
you."

My cheeks heated up, and it seemed both of us felt awkward. Then
I changed the topic, and asked what her office looked like. The
lobby was unusually homey for a commercial unit, and I was
curious what the actual office was like.

"I'm not supposed to let anyone in just like that, you know." She
said. "Why don't I just let you peek through this gap?"

I was about to reply I never implied to step into the office at
all, but the face had moved back. So I just went forward and
tiptoed to have a glance.

To my surprise, the office was only wider than a corridor, with
tables lined along its length and space just enough for everyone
who walk up and down the room's extent. I couldn't see the entire
room, but it seemed there were larger rooms and areas beyond my
sight.
I whistled to express my surprise at the narrowness of her
workplace.

She pursed her lips. "I know, but you can just entertain yourself
on the Net." She groused.
I peered at her now as she spoke. She leaned on the desk next to
the entrance, hands on the tabletop supporting her weight. She
was facing the left instead of the door, so I got a good side
view of her silhouette, which was accentuated by her pink,
buttoned cloth blouse and tight black pants. I could easily
discern her nicely-contoured but not voluptuous chest, from its
obvious spherical protrusion from her side. And that bum......
what a bum!

Her bum rested on the table, flesh rounding out a little because
of her applied weight. That weight lifted itself off now, and the
bum still looked very tight and toned. It was very shapely
indeed, curving out in bold contours from her thighs and waist.
Then it turned out of my view as the sweet 28-year-old face
neared me.

"Seen enough?"

I stammered, "Y-yeah." Instinctively interpreting her question to
mean her, not the office. But it was an overreaction.

"So...... what else can I help you with?" she chimed. And I
remembered to ask the most

important question. "What's your name?"

"Venus."

"Wow... Like the seductive goddess."

"I get that all... the... time..."

"I...... well...... you look the part!" I blurted.

A giggle. "And your name?"

"Teddy."

"You're too skinny for a bear!"

Then Venus said she'd better get back to work, and bade my
goodbye by saying she hoped to speak to me again soon. I hope it
was real soon.

x x x

When I next rang the doorbell to drop off a package I was
fidgeting and adjusting my collar, like a man waiting for his
date to come out.

The square gap opened to reveal Venus' angelic face.

"Hi....hiii," I stammered.

The face remained, then a smile. "Hi."

I clumsily shoved the envelope into the gap, muttering, "I
believe this is yours."

To which Venus giggled, "You.... believe? And if it's not??"

That really rattled me. "I mean... I'm sure...it's right!"

I tried my utmost to preserve my nerves, but things only got
harder when the receptionist went further out to a table to sign
my form.

Venus had on a dowdy white, tight skirt and a dark blue top that
reflected faint sheens off the clinical office lights. I caught
sight of her dark lacy panty, clearly visible through that tight,
white skirt. Roving my eyes up, I perceived a similar-patterned
bra beneath her blue blouse, from the same flowery patterns
imprinted tightly on the silky cloth.

One could easily blank out the tight clothing in the mind and
visualise her in her lingerie, taking in every alluring bend and
swerve of her outline.

When I woke up from daydreaming, Venus had been trying to pass my
receipt to me, and had held it at the opening for several
seconds. I keenly took it and tried small chat.

Me: So... how's things??

Venus (winks and that very act sent a jolt down my spine): The
same boring routine....

Me: Well.... why not change jobs? I've read that working at night
harms your health in the long run. (What was I saying?! I want
her here!!)

Venus: Maybe you have a point.... What's more, this arrangement
is affecting my relationship with my husband.

Me: Huh? Why?

Venus: You're a nosy one, aren't you?

Me: No, er, I'm just asking.... Since you men-...

Venus: He's out working in the day, and I'm out at night. We
hardly see each other. The only thing he does is making a nice
cup of cocoa before I come here to work, and he goes to sleep.
(I don't know why but whenever someone starts pouring out her
problems my eyes feel droopy immediately. In this case, I simply
tuned out and let her melodious voice fill my ears, while my eyes
devoured more sights. Venus was sitting on a table while raving.
She stroked the wooden surface with one hand, and tilted her head
down in deep thought.

Venus' steamy silhouette was beautifully enhanced by how her
attire fit snugly around the narrow curves and made room for the
areas of fleshy protrusions. Her bum jutted proudly off her hips,
narrowing itself at where her thighs began. At the peak of her
washboard-flat abdomen rested two mounds, large enough to arouse,
but not saggy, and proportional to her whole form, resting
fittingly on lacy bra and pressed slightly flat on her chest. If
the proverbial Venus were a real person, this was as close as she
could get, in my eyes.)

Venus: .....and lately he doesn't even seem interested in making
love to me.

Me: What?? Really?!

Venus: Sigh. I shouldn't bore a right-eyed schoolboy like you
with my adult problems.

Me: No... I... I'd be happy to help! If you need to stay on this
job, I can... chat with you on the PC...or even call you.

Venus: Why, thank you Teddy. (charming smile that sent more volts
into my nerves) Fancy yourself an SOS counsellor, huh?

Me: N-nothing better than hearing your voice!

Venus chuckled. Oh, how that turned me on already! As Venus bent
down to give me her phone and chat details, she unknowingly gave
me the treat of the night - a side view of her sweet silhouette
with all their curves, undiluted by marriage and stress. She was
bowed at near-90 degrees, legs still straight, breasts weighed in
by gravity and threatening to burst her blouse. Thank goodness
the door hid my erection!

Perspiring and eager, I took the paper from Venus. It was a phone
number and email. With a final smile and wordless goodbye, she
closed the door gap.

I was back in my own room at 11.30pm, and thinking she should
still be in office since she worked the night shift. Somehow a
huge lump formed in my throat when I neared my phone, and I
abandoned the idea.

I'm having a sleepless night as I pen this, and fighting a
lingering erection......

x x x

I logged on every hour for the last few days and finally found
her. The short chat went something like this:

(V for Venus, T for Teddy which is me):

V: hi

T: HI HI

V: wow u seem excited to c me

T: M I?

V: the CAPS

T: OH, I bn lookin fr u.

T: u nt online last few dayz

V: So I'm becoming popular!

V: I'm not online on all days

T: so I'm in luck today!

V: :-)

T: busy tdy?

V: not too bad

T: y don't u cum online more often?

V: hehe.

V: I only do that when I'm relly bored.

T: nt a net person?

V: No.

T: I think it's better to hear your voice too

V: Then...?

T: but chatting online lets me think of what to say first

V: Whys that impt?

T: I get nervous wif u in person

V: Haha how come??

T: I just do

V: You don't need to be.

V: Just be yrself!

V: I think you're a very nice person

T: ORLY?

V: :-)

T: :-)

V: I like to see u being yrself

V: Its fine

T: glad to heer it!

I won't bore you with the rest of the conversation, which was on
how her school life was like, and making comparisons. Much can
change in 12 years, but we both discovered that the pitfalls of
teenage hot-blooded hearts never change.

As we chatted on, an aching in my crotch reared itself
oh-so-slowly, spurred by our conversation of teenage love and
misadventure. This night had turned eventful!

x x x

A mysterious bout of macho-ness hit me, and I finally decided to
take my relationship with Venus to the 'next level'. This was
what down when I spoke to her on her office phone.

V: Hello?

T: Whatever happened to formal company greetings?

V: Who's this?

T: Just me, Teddy....

V: Oh you scared me!

T: Aren't you supposed to say, "How can I help you?"

V: You aren't my boss so..... none of your business!

T: I... got bored.... so decided to call you for a chit-chat.

V: Don't you have schoolgirls your age for that?

T: You.... you're different. Maybe I just get along with mature
women.

V: (giggles) You make me feel old!

T: No-no-no.... you look like a schoolgirl to me, so I won't feel
much difference! Anyway girls my age aren't very interested in
me.

V: How can it be? I find you interesting.

T: Like I said - I hit it off with mature women. (And in so many
more ways than you think!)

V: (giggles) If you were my age I'd have ignored you. I'd think
you're hitting on me!

T: If you were my age maybe I won't notice you too!

V: Hey I was pretty wild in my schooling days, all right?
(At that thought, my arousal started. I imagined her in just
kinky lingerie, sitting seductively at her desk, and talking with
a flirtatious look on her face. I pulled down my pyjamas and
touched myself.)

T: Like how?

V: That's... not for you to know.

T: Let's just say I know these things inside out. (Quickened my
masturbating) So.... aren't you still wild now?

V: Look at me! All alone in a boring night shift! Is this wild?

T: If you don't like it, why stay?

V: I'd like nothing better, and be a tai-tai!

T: But you'll be doing something else and not chatting with me.
I'll be lonely.

V: You don't own me boy-boy! Too bad! Find a girl your age!

That last line turned me on even more. It was a challenge of
sorts, to test if I could conquer her. We continued our chat on
forgettable topics, and I was soon lying on my bed, wantonly
masturbating while whispering sweetly to her. On the other line
she was innocuously chatting, not knowing what I was doing.

The only hint of my dirty act was a quick sigh halfway through
the conversation, when I came as surreptitiously as I could, to
her chiming voice and my wild visualisations

x x x

Venus had logged online again. My urge grew even more,
manifesting in a little trick I pulled on her. I "accidentally"
sent her a chat message meant for "someone else". This was what
happened.

T: I wanna butter you up and roast you

V: ??

T: OH SRY SRY

T: it's not meant for you

T: pretend you never saw it

V: What's wrong

V: Who did you want to eat

T: Nthg nthg!

V: You seem nervous abt it

V: Is there some other meaning to 'roast'?

T: er you dun wanna know

V: tell me

T: u wil think I am disgusting

V: I insist!

T: a dirty little boy

V: All men are dirty anyway!

T: ok...

T: it's like a girl havg sex with many men

V: that's it?
(The conversation was getting steamy at this point. I wanted a
good masturbation and used my neighbour's second stolen bra for
aid. We went on.)

T: imagine if you're in centre of room surrounded by men whose
faces you can never remember the next day

T: you agreed to this of course, because you wanted to live on
the edge

T: many men surrounding you, the lone source of their desires,
their minds singly bent on possessing you completely

T: Together they hold you in their multitude arms and peel you
rapidly down

T: You feel strange at such overwhelming attention, and struggle
out of instinct The arms only hold fast and soon you are exposed
and available

T: And so the faceless men do nasty things to you

V: Like wat??

(I sighed as the bra's embrace titillated my shaft further.)

T: you take many cocks at once

T: jammed into every orifice their dirty minds can imagine

T: they fuck you like animals, drowned in desire

T: there is one man below you, erect with lust

T: they make you ride him

T: you take one cock in each hand,

T: rubbing their entire lengths tenderly

T: each tries jabbing your ear when it finds your fingers
inadequate

T: there's one more in front of you,

T: which you take in your face

T: one more man cups your tits from behind,

T: running his filthy hands all over the soft flesh
(I was now swiping my rod at a frantic pace, and had trouble
typing with my free hand coherently.)

T: and now the men shift your position

T: you're made to lie on top of the man you were riding

T: another rams his member into your ass from behind

T: you're made to service two cocks with your mouth

T: one after the other and both never getting enough

T: more men look on and pleasure themselves at the sight of you
possessed
(I made restrained groans, feeling the cum build-up from the
insides of my hardened cock. I did my best to visualise the
scenario I described, and kept pace with my rubbing.)

T: then the men all cum,

T: spilling their steamy love juices all over you,

T: your face, your breasts, your creamy body, and inside your ass
and love hole.

V: WOW
(Hot gist squirted desperately out from my throbbing cock. I
squeezed the soft bra tightly on my ejaculating penis, and let
the juices dirty the lovely garment. There was a long pause
online, because the sensation prevented me from typing anything
for a while.)

T: sry I think I went too far

V: What have you been reading?? lol

V: Very fertile imagination for your age!

V: And strangely you type properly when you described it!

T: u angry?

V: You should write such stories. Everyone loves porn!

V: Angry? No.

T: Rly? (by this time I've come in neighbour's lingerie)

V: Amused! I can almost see myself there. Heehee!

That last sentence, before she logged off to busy herself with
work, brought me hope. The amount of come I ejaculated was too
much for the neighbour's flimsy bra. I decided to hop over to get
more soon... but that's another story.

-----

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**Profile**

By day, I'm a normal guy working as a (mediocre) professional
writer. By night, I enjoy writing trashy smut that blur the line
between fact and fiction. I like my erotica brusque, simple, and
visceral. All email feedback and comments appreciated!  ~Teddy
Daze


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