Arousing Amelia (2 page)

He shrugged.
“Probably. Mrs Trentham might not arrive much before. I understand
she’s coming especially for it. She’s the true bigwig around here,
and people like that often come late to show how important they
are.”

“Are you going
to let me look around your office? I’d like to see what this place
is about before the fun starts.”

He blinked.
“My office isn’t typical. I’m not much more than an errand
boy.”

“Nonsense,
this is fine.” She peered at a collection of books on the shelves.
“Wow, these are heavyweight. You’re certainly into balance sheets
and corporate administration.”

“I’m studying
for a business degree in my spare time. I intend to climb the
ladder.”

She raised a
brow then reached for a book on a higher shelf, couldn’t quite
manage it, so stood on a chair. She smiled secretly as she caught
him staring up her skirt. She leaned forward so he had a better
view. The book fell to the floor. “Shit!”

She said
something apologetic and leaned right over, knowing he would see
her skimpy panties pulled tight over her pussy.

“Are you all
right?” he said.

“I’ve climbed
up here, but I may need help getting down. I seem to be
accident-prone today. I must be nervous about the interviews.”

“Here, let me
help.” He reached for her butt.

His hands
gently but firmly touched her lower hips on either side. She backed
down little by little, knowing how close his face would be to her
pussy. The descent probably became the slowest in history. The grip
of his hand meant it pulled her skirt up even higher. She wriggled
tantalizingly to give him a better view, knowing full well that the
lips of her vagina would hardly be covered. Suddenly, the stupid
heel of her shoe gave way again. “Damn!”

He grabbed her
tightly; his fingers perilously close to her pussy. She gasped,
clutched the shelf, shifted her legs, and deliberately squirmed so
that her pussy was even closer to his hand.

Without
warning, he shifted his thumbs so they touched her thin
panties.

Amelia
swallowed. It felt extraordinarily good.

When she
didn’t object, he leaned forward and cautiously kissed both cheeks
of her ass. She let out a soft sigh.

He lifted his
hand and commenced to unzip the skirt. She still made no attempt to
prevent him. He allowed it to fall to the floor, and using both
hands, gently pulled her panties aside, drew her pussy lips apart,
and pushed his tongue in. An enormous thrill zipped through her
veins. He began to carefully lick and suck her vagina.

Her grip on
the shelf tightened as he found her clitoris, his tongue pushing
back and forth, sending delightful shivers into her body. At the
same time, he inserted a finger deep inside, making the cheeks of
her ass clench. A second searching finger closely followed. He
lapped up the copious love juices the actions produced.

With his
fingers still fully inserted in her wet pussy, his tongue
unexpectedly flicked around the rim of her ass-hole then dived
fully in. Her insides almost burst with sensation. She had never
had experienced anything like it before, and it unleashed an
extraordinary animal lust.

“I think you
ought to lock the door,” she said throatily.

Karl
reluctantly took his fingers out of her moist vagina, licked them
with deliberation, then went and locked the office door.

He helped her
down, and started to kiss her, placing his hand up her top, cupping
her breasts, and touching her erect nipples.

Amelia could
hardly contain herself. She fumbled with her buttons, dragged the
white top from her shoulders, and allowed it to fall. It felt
amazingly enlightening to consciously reveal her pussy and large
breasts to a man. It was the first time since David. It had
happened as a teenager, of course, but that was so long ago she
didn’t want to remember. She moved so they jiggled slightly. The
act made her zing with sexual awareness.

He kissed her
furiously, leaned, and commenced fondling her breasts. Amelia
couldn’t wait any longer; she unzipped his slacks, helped him take
them off, got onto her knees and took his thick, unyielding penis
into her mouth.

His cock,
bigger and bulkier than she expected, felt full of power, and
tasted of man. Tiny beads of delicious ooze came from the tip of
the bulbous bell-end. She licked the drops away.

He moaned,
which told her that he really enjoyed it. She took him down her
throat. Perhaps it was a little too good, because he started coming
way before she wanted. She kept him in her mouth though, and
swallowed his ejaculation.

He pulled her
up, and took her to stand on the chair again. He reached across to
his pants, snapped open a condom packet, hurriedly rolled the
condom on then guided his cock into her wet vagina. He began to
pound away. Amelia thrust out her ass, aware of every inch that
went in. He had a good-sized cock, and each time he slipped in and
out she could really feel the huge bulbous end. He began to go
quicker, making her grip onto the shelf again. Her first orgasm
came fast. By the time he finally climaxed in her pussy, she’d lost
count of how many times she’d peaked. As he pulled out his cock,
her juices ran out of her vagina, and down to her ass.

She shakily
got off the chair, hands numb from gripping the shelf too hard. She
turned around, placed her hands around his neck, and carefully
jumped onto him so her legs were around his waist. She put her hand
down, and guided his wonderful penis back in. His cock remained
hard, as he put both hands around her bare ass and carried her to
the desk, sliding in and out as they moved.

He laid her
down. “You, lady, are a right blaze of passion.”

She twined a
curl of his hair around her index finger. “I think we both did some
blazing.” She trailed her fingers down to his underarm hair. She
liked the soft, thick tufts. Somehow it seemed so... male. So
goddamned sexy.

“Okay, we’ll
share the glory.”

“Pact.”

He ran his
hands down the length of her spine, his fingers playing with the
dimples just above her bottom. “Speaking of pact,” He looked
thoughtful, “This is your show.”

She frowned in
puzzlement. “Meaning?”

He shifted her
so she lay in the curve of his arm. She snuggled closer to him as
they sprawled on the desk, his rigid cock never breaking
rhythm.

“Well, I’d
like to know what the rules are. I certainly wouldn’t want to do
anything out of line, take advantage of you, or step over any
boundaries where I wasn’t welcome.”

He gave an
extra shove and her clitoris almost took off with pleasure.

“God forbid,”
she murmured breathlessly, hoping he would take advantage of her
again sometime and overstep a few more boundaries.

“I’m serious.”
He looked at the office ceiling. “Hey… just think what it would be
like if I fixed a mirror above us. I bet we’d look a blast making
love.”

Amelia slapped
at his chest but felt her pulse hammer as he went on to run verbal
imagery passed her. He described pictures of the two of them
entangled in wild scenes of pure indulgence.

Did he say
love? She needed to keep this in perspective. Surely his heart
wasn’t embroiled after such a short time; this was essentially a
mutual attachment. To hell with involving her heart and getting
hurt, her libido might be involved beyond belief, but surely that
was all. At least that’s what she put these intense emotions down
to.

She was
probably hot for Karl because it had been such a long time since
she had sex. That was it, her damn hormones? Hell, this confused
her. She didn’t like being mixed up.

She also
started to feel scared. What if it went beyond lust?

The moment
between them certainly seemed more than fleeting. She could see it
in his face, could feel it inside her. The way they fit so
perfectly together. The way she turned to molten lava when their
lips touched. Whatever this meant, she fully intended to milk it
for all it was worth. And when eventually the lust became
spent...

He swept back
the tresses from her forehead, placing tantalizing kisses on it as
Amelia’s slippery nucleus tightly gripped his entire length.

She bowed her
body. “I need you closer.” She pulled Karl down on top of her so
she bore his entire weight.

He said,
“Jeez, I wish I could crawl right inside.”

Her legs went
around his trim waist. He surged deeper. Soft moans and whimpers
came from her throat.

“Oh, my God…
you’re so hot… so beautiful...” His words were inarticulate,
breathless praise.

Astonishing
sensations criss-crossed the base of her pussy, spread to her lower
abdomen, and diffused to her inner core. The feelings wove
themselves tighter, bringing a sense of anxious wonder. Suddenly
she could stand it no longer, and shouted out.

Karl’s smile
was crooked. “Does it feel good?”

Amelia was
merciless as she slipped in and out on his shaft. “Shit, yes.”

She kissed him
urgently, thrusting her tongue into his mouth. He reciprocated, and
their tongues intertwined. His pounding of her wet vagina never
slowed. She managed to go up and down herself, getting the fullest
penetration possible.

When she felt
his cock throbbing and pulsing she realised he was coming again,
got off, removed the condom, and placed his penis inside her mouth,
wanting to enjoy his last ejaculation to the full.

They were both
spent. She wiped herself with tissues then wiped his cock very
slowly. Suddenly, she remembered to check her wristwatch. “Jeez, is
that the time. I shall be late for the curtain-call.”

She quickly
dressed, smoothed her top and skirt into place and checked her hair
and makeup in her small mirror. “Will I do?”

“You’re
perfect. The job is yours.”

She flashed a
smile. “That sounds a little biased.”

“Not at all…
Amelia, will I be able to see you again?”

She nodded,
not daring to look at him in case he saw the desperation she felt.
How come a beautiful young man like him was interested in her?

“Tonight
perhaps?”

She nodded
again. “I’d like that… Meanwhile, can you escort me back upstairs?
I’m bound to get lost.”

“Of
course.”

They checked
each other over then he carefully unlocked the door, and she
followed him out into the office complex.

With only a
handful of minutes to spare, he showed her to the reception room.
It was still empty, and he grinned at her encouragingly. “See…
plenty of time. Good luck with it.”

“Thanks.”

So this was
it. She wandered around; looked at paintings on the wall, trailed a
hand over seats. They were rather too contemporary for her liking.
The carpeted floor was okay, though. A couple of tables held
business magazines, a little too stuffy. She peeped into the main
office, more tasteful, comfortable; designed to put a stressed
executive at ease, smelled of wax.

“What’s it
like to work here?”

He flopped
onto a seat. “It’s okay. It’s hard sometimes, but that makes the
day pass faster. A lot of them complain but I enjoy the challenge.
Let’s hope you get a chance to discover for yourself.”

It looked as
if attitudes might have slipped in her absence. “And people who
work here? What are they like?”

Karl seemed
pensive. “I suppose most are all right. But like every office, we
have good and bad guys. To be honest some are a bit iffy, but
you’ll find that out for yourself. They think I don’t notice with
being new, but you do, don’t you.”

“So you fancy
yourself as Personal Assistant? I hope you didn’t lace my tea with
arsenic?”

Karl laughed.
“I don’t stand an earthly for a job like that. It’s a pipe
dream.”

“Don’t
underestimate yourself. You’re enthusiastic. That’s the main
thing.”

Karl sighed.
“You do my ego a power of good… along with a few other things.
You’re a pretty fantastic lady. You will see me again, won’t
you?”

“I’d love
to.”

“Even if you
don’t get the job…”

A tap on the
door caused her to glance up. The Personnel Manager poked his head
around. “Morning, Karl. Good morning, Mrs Trentham. It’s great to
see you back again.”

Karl jerked
forward on his seat.

Amelia smiled.
“Hello, Gordon. It’s wonderful to see you too. A friendly face is
always good to have around. I hardly recognize anyone here.”

“You’ve been
away for too long with that family of yours. We were all sorry
about Mr Trentham. His guiding hand has been sorely missed, but I
know the place will zing now you’re taking the reins again.”

“Thank
you.”

“I hope we’ve
been running it to your satisfaction.”

“Of course.
You’ve done an excellent job. Profits are up so you must be doing
something right.”

“By the way,
I’ve brought two ladies from reception for the interviews. What do
you want me to do with them?”

Amelia glanced
at Karl’s expression with amusement. “You can show them in here,
I’m about to go through to my office. Please explain that I shall
be running late, though. I’m going to interview Karl for the post
first.”

Since 1994,
stories by Ellie Jones have been published under various pen-names
in magazines, international competitions, broadcast on radio and
recorded for audio books.

Ellie, from
North Staffordshire in Britain, now lives in Spain, overlooking
vineyards, villages and olive groves.

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