Perfect Jordan


The first thing I should tell you, is that I changed the names for the purposes of this story. If the young lady I am about to write about found out I was telling this story, she would be extremely embarrassed. Her name in this story will be Jordan. I used to work for a small automotive repair company. I can’t work on cars, but I can sure answer phones. When I was hired, they really just wanted a pretty face at the front desk. I can do that too. My tits don’t hurt anything either. I’ll admit, I like to wear low cut tops to make a bit more cash. It totally works too. I get spontaneous raises from time to time, for seemingly no reason at all. I usually enjoy people looking at me, one person specifically though. That was Jordan. Jordan worked in the upper office, away from customers. She had an accounting degree so she helped the big boss with.. financial doings. I always assumed she was fucking him, but I never found out for sure. Jordan was a shy, reserved girl. It was hard to tell how she looked under her jackets. I dreamt though. I dreamed of her touching me and kissing me. Alas, aside from the occasional glace at my tits, I never thought she cared I even existed. Her glances at my chest were usually followed by a judmental glance at my face. Through all this I couldn’t help but find her extremely hot. I’m a glutton for punishment, what can I say. Alas, for about eight months leading up the following night, I never ever got so much as a peek at whatever wonderful body Maltepe Escort was hidden under all those clothes. However, about a year ago now, the tides turned. Fate was on my side. Finally. I usually stayed late, but Jordan stayed later. Christ only knows what paper work she would be doing up there in the office. Some sort of bureaucratic bullshit paperwork I assumed. That night was different. I stayed later than usual on the account of the unusually busy day we had. I was counting tills and generally stressed out. Usually Jordan’s work is a mystery to me, but that night I knew exactly what she was doing. Her moans filled the office. I was ecstatic. I could only imagine the look on her face when she realized she wasn’t alone. I didn’t want to spoil the moment. I let her go at it for a while. Listening to her was amazing. I’ll freely admit I was touching myself. I sat in the lower office and took my pants off. My pussy was so wet it was dripping. I slid my fingers into my… The had moaning stopped. “How long has it stopped? Was I moaning? God, what if knows…” I though. She was standing in the doorway to the stairs. She was holding her high heels, and she wasn’t happy. “What are you doing?” she asked. “I… I just overhear you and couldn’t help myself,” I replied, pulling my pants back up. “You were masturbating… to me?” “Yes.” “How… how can you do that?” “I actually think about you a lot.” Maltepe Escort Bayan I stood up and moved across the room to her. “I’m sorry, Jordan. I couldn’t help myself.” I told her the story. I told her about how I wanted to know everything about her. The whole time, moving a little closer to her. She backed away… at first. I think she was curious. I’ve never seen her look at me like that before. I reached for her hand and held it. “Jordan, I think you’re beautiful.” Her hand clenched down on mine. I smiled and leaned in to kiss her. She pulled back…naturally. I expected it. I backed off. She pulled me back to her. I didn’t expect it, so I just reacted. I kissed her right on the lips. Finally, I did it. I kissed her hard, my hands crept up her side to the back of her head and pulled her into me. Her tongue found my lips, and caressed them so gently. I melted. She was an amazing kisser. I pushed her against the wall and pressed my entire body into her. She lifted her leg and used it to pull me closer. I ran my fingers up her leg and found her pussy through her pants. I could feel the moisture though the two layers of fabric between her and my hand. She let out a soft moan into my mouth as I rubbed her. I pulled away, took her hand, and led her to the front desk. I could tell she was nervous, but she was holding together quite well. Much better than my first time. (Which is another story all together.) She Escort Maltepe sat down on the desk, my standing over her, and we took off our shirts. Her breasts were… perfect. A little smaller than mine, but the shape. OH the shape. I’m touching myself right now as I type this thinking about them. The perfect roundness, the perfect consistency, the perfectly large nipples. I could write a dissertation about them – and I might- but not now. I ran my fingers softly over her tits, and leaned down and licked her right nipple. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned. I took her nipple in my mouth and sucked it hard. She grabbed my hair and pulled it lightly. I bit her gently and kissed her chest, collarbone, neck, cheek, and finally mouth. She grabbed a hand full of my tits and squeezed them. -Let me tell you, it felt amazing. I could have orgasmed had she continued. She reached around my back and unhooked my bra, took it off me and threw it away. I kissed her again and put my tits in her face. She seemed so curious. She touched them, and kissed them. She traced my nipples with her finger and finally plunged in. She took big mouth fulls and sucked on my tits. Her left- or maybe right hand- I can’t remember, I was… preoccupied… made it’s way around to my ass and squeezed it. As she continued to suck on my tits, she took my pants off. Her fingers rubbed my pussy ever so gently. It was glorious. She finally took my thong off, and there I was… Standing in front of this girl I lusted after for MONTHS, completely naked. It was surreal. I almost thought I was dreaming, but that was quickly put to rest. She grabbed my waist, sat me down on the desk and spread my legs apart. She kissed my thighs and kissed my pussy. I couldn’t believe it was happening.