C Ralston: Horny office girls

Jennifer Halsted paced the waiting room nervously, her hazel eyes flitting from the clock on the wall to the door leading into Patrick Huston's office. The tall career girl had been waiting to see the elusive Mr. Huston for the better part of an hour and she was getting very impatient.

For what seemed like the fifteenth time to day, the well built young Community Jobs Project Director adjusted her prim business suit so that the pleats hung right on the ankle length skirt. She straightened the jacket and, looking around to make sure no one was watching, pulled down her white sweater and brushed the wrinkled material smooth across her full, rounded tits. She wished that the bra she had on under the tight sweater didn't look quite so… so natural, as she did every time she wore it. As soon as Jennifer was through checking out her appearance, the door opened and Huston's secretary came out, smiling.

"Mr. Huston will see you now," the breathless girl announced proudly, as though seeing Mr. Huston was a big event.

"Thank you," Jennifer said coldly, trying to get back at someone for the long wait.

Jennifer's manner changed as soon as she stepped into the plush confines of Patrick Huston's office. Standing up and smiling in his close-fitting three-piece suit, with his bright blond-maned, Robert Redford-like good looks, Patrick Huston was obviously well worth waiting for and accustomed to having people wait for him.

"Miss Halsted, how good of you to come so soon," the tall, muscular advertising agency owner greeted his guest. "Won't you sit down? May I offer you a drink?"

Jennifer was used to calling on merchants, bankers, small business types all of whom wanted part-time high school help in their overworked, perennially behind offices. She had never been to a plush suite like this one in her business capacity. She wondered how one of her kids would ever fit into this atmosphere.

But right at the moment, it didn't worry her too much. She was much more preoccupied with Patrick Huston and his flashing blue eyes and broad shoulders. Was he married? Engaged? Did he fool around?

"Now, Miss Halsted, what will you have?" the good-looking agency owner was asking.

"Uh, I'll have a…" Jennifer hesitated, wanting to sound sophisticated in her choice of drinks, not small-town and backward the way she felt right now.

"How about letting me surprise you?" the smooth-talking ad man asked confidently.

"Sure, that'd be great," Jennifer answered quickly.

Huston poured ice, lime juice, sugar, and dark rum into a blender. He took out several handfuls of frozen strawberries from the small refrigerator beneath the bar and added them to the whirling concoction.

"Here, try this and see if it's smooth enough," Huston told Jennifer, handing her a glassful of the pink liquid.

The strawberry daiquiri was the most delicious Jennifer had ever tasted, and she said so. Huston beamed at the compliment to his bartending abilities and sat next to the attractive young career woman on the couch.

"So, what exactly do you have in mind for our girl?" Jennifer asked somewhat nervously, sipping her drink. "Typing, filing, receptionist work?"

"Well, yes, a little of all of the above." Huston gave Jennifer one of his most charming smiles. "My partner and I talked it over and decided that Miss Cline, our secretary, has just too full a workload for one girl to handle. On the other hand, we don't really have enough for another full-time girl, so we thought perhaps one of your high school girls might fill the bill perfectly."

Jennifer smiled at the handsome agency owner. She was really intrigued by the idea of coming by every week to check up on her student and spend some time with the good-looking, obviously wealthy young businessman. He was the kind of catch Jennifer had always sought but hadn't yet found.

"I hope one of our girls will fit in here," the blonde teacher offered. "Some of them are quite skilled for their age, but they are high school girls. Wardrobe and work experience are their big hurdles in most cases. For many of them, this would be their first office job, and this is a very sophisticated environment."

Jennifer toasted Patrick Huston with her cocktail glass to illustrate her point and took another big swallow. The drink was wonderfully cold and sweet, but the stunning job developer had to admit it was hitting her much harder than any strawberry daiquiri ever had before.

"I just wish you could send me a girl as lovely and professional as you are," Huston flattered the tall, gorgeous teacher.

Blushing, Jennifer finished what was left of her drink in two big gulps. She felt the rush of the liquor immediately. She felt flushed and warm in her suit and sweater, even though it was cool in the air-conditioned suite.

"My, it's certainly warm in here… may I?" Jennifer asked, starting to remove her jacket.

"I'd be delighted," Huston answered, his eyes shifting down to Jennifer's big tits. He smiled roguishly.

Before Jennifer even knew she wanted one, Huston was up and pouring another big drink of the chilling liquid to help control the rising warmth and nervousness she was feeling.

"I certainly wish my teachers had been as pretty as you when I was in high school," Huston told the delectable blonde as he rejoined her on the couch. He sat much closer this time, his arm draped casually around the back of the sofa and Jennifer's shoulders.

"Why, Mr. Huston, you flatter a girl so!" Jennifer responded coquettishly.

"No flattery involved, beautiful," Patrick Huston said, dropping his arm onto Jennifer's shoulder and pulling her in close. "You know you're absolutely fantastic, don't you?"

The amorous agency owner didn't give Jennifer time to answer. His lips were on hers and he was crushing her in his arms before she had time to think, much less speak.

The speed and intensity of Patrick Huston's advances took the surprised teacher's breath away. Jennifer leaned back in the elegantly dressed businessman's arms and let him push his hot, slickly moving tongue into her mouth. It tickled and entwined with Jennifer's in a maddening, arousing way that soon had her blood pounding and her tits tingling with desire.

Patrick Huston went after those tits in just a few more moments. He put his hands on Jennifer's big round globes and squeezed them through the heavy fabric of her bra and sweater.

Jennifer moaned and attempted to twist away, but she didn't pull her lips from the agency owner's. The feeble attempt to escape Patrick Huston's roving fingers only served to increase their growing mutual lust for one another. The voluptuous blonde's tiny cries of muffled protest and her unsuccessful attempts to dislodge Huston's hands heated the already turned-on ad man past the boiling point.

Huston released Jennifer's firm tits for a moment and she felt him jerking at her tucked-in sweater. The stretchy garment came free of her tight skirt, and she felt his fingertips roaming over her heaving belly, moving up to grasp her bra-encased tits once more.

Strong, knowing fingers came down on Jennifer's expanding nipples, squeezing the large buds right through the firm fabric of the protective cups. Her swollen nipples jerked in unison, and Jennifer yelped at the unexpected stinging pulse of erotic sensation shooting through her captured tits.

Patrick Huston pulled his tongue out of Jennifer's sucking mouth and moved his head back so that he could stare at the half uncovered treasures revealed by her low-cut bra. He discovered, to his obvious delight, that the bra Jennifer had chosen to wear today was a style that hooked in front. He fumbled briefly with the hook and the deeply rounded melons fell out of the parting halves.