Mark Smith: Virgin no more

Jim was the first person Sheila had ever really been in love with, so when he left her she thought the world was going to come to an end. Needless to say, it didn't, and she was surprised to find that she could get along quite well without him.

For a while at least.

She was twenty when they broke up, and still a virgin. This had a lot to do with his decision to walk out, a fact which Sheila had a great deal of difficulty understanding. In many ways she was a bit old-fashioned, and this was one of them. Her mother had always told her that if she went to bed with a man before they got married, he would stop respecting her and would soon leave her.

Now, belatedly, she began to wonder if perhaps her mother might have been wrong.

After three days of crying and being otherwise generally miserable, Sheila came up with what she hoped would be the solution to her problems: she would quit her job and move to New York. She knew that her parents wouldn't like the idea, but there was little enough they could do about it, since she had her own car and had managed to save a tidy bundle of money by working as a secretary and living at home since high school.

Once her mind was made up, she wasted no time in implementing her plan. There were too many bad associations with Jim as long as she stayed around here; if she left she was certain she would feel better.

And she was right.

As soon as she emerged from the Lincoln Tunnel into midtown Manhattan, she could sense the excitement of the city. Things were definitely going to be better here, she just knew it.

Though it was late in the afternoon when she arrived, Sheila wanted to waste no time at all in looking for a job. Her first intention was to go to an employment agency, but as she looked through the classified section of the newspaper, one job in particular looked interesting to her. It was listed as a secretarial job, but the fringe benefits included free travel to Europe and the west coast.

She decided to try it.

As she entered the high rise office building on Third Avenue, the opulence of her surroundings almost caused tier to turn back. She suddenly felt very shy.

But after a moment's indecision, she decided to go through with it. After all, if she was going to make it here, there was no way she could afford to be shy.

No way at all.

After several inquiries and a short wait, Sheila was ushered into the office of the personnel director. His name was Mr. Hoffer, and Sheila's first impression of him was that he was less than attractive. He was looking at her in a way which she only half understood, but which made her uncomfortably aware, of the fact that the sweater she was wearing was a tight-fitting one which showed clearly the full curve of her ample tits.

"Let me see," he said, shuffling through a pile of applications on his desk. "Why don't you go ahead and fill out an application, then come back later tonight for an interview. I'll be working late, and maybe I'll have something for you then."

Sheila filled out an application, promising to return at eight that evening. Though it sounded like an odd time for an interview, she realized that she was in no position to dictate the arrangements; she would have come at two in the morning if it meant getting a job.

At precisely eight o'clock she paused in the hallway outside Mr. Hoffer's office. She no longer had any doubts about what was going on; the building was almost completely dark except for this hallway, and the only office that seemed to be occupied was Mr. Hoffer's.

For the past three hours Sheila had been thinking primarily about the way he had looked at her earlier in the day, and she had come to the conclusion that if she were to have any hopes at all of landing a job, she would have to please Mr. Hoffer. And pleasing Mr. Hoffer, she realized, would probably entail doing precisely the same things she had refused to do with Jim.

All right, then. Why not?

After all, if this was the only way she could get a good job, she might as well get used to the idea. Besides, she was fed up with living by the rules her mother had laid out for her. All she had gotten from that style of living was a miserable end to her relationship with Jim.

The door was ajar, so without further hesitation she pushed it open and entered the office. For the first time she noticed the couch along one wall.

Mr. Hoffer was sitting behind his desk. He looked up when he heard her enter, and for a moment neither of them spoke.

"Just have a seat on the couch. I'll be with you in a minute."

Hoffer could feel his cock getting hard at the sight of Sheila's tits beneath the sweater she was wearing.

As he pretended to go through the applications on his desk, he watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her hair was blonde, falling down around her shoulders. Her tits, as he had noticed earlier, were full and firm, swelling out from the rest of her body like twin melons, ripe and ready to be squeezed. He knew that before she left the office she would ask him do whatever he wanted to with her tits and rest of her body, or she wouldn't have a job.

Sheila knew the same thing.

Surprisingly enough, Sheila wasn't upset by it. In fact, she could look forward to the encounter now that the decision had, in her mind at least, been taken out of her hands. After all, she had to get a job, didn't she?

"Well," Mr. Hoffer said, sitting down next to her on the couch, "I just don't know. There are several of you with good qualifications."

"Oh please, Mr. Hoffer. I've just got to have a job. And I know I'd be good." She was looking directly into his eyes now, wondering if he had caught the double meaning of what she had just said.

"Good at what?" he asked, practically undressing her with his eyes.

"Everything," she breathed, realizing now that there was no turning back. Her breasts were heaving up and down as her breath came in quick, short gasps. It was all happening so quickly.

His hand was on her thigh now, and she could see a bulge in his trousers that she hadn't noticed before. When he spoke, his voice was nothing more than a hoarse whisper.

"I'm not sure I know what you want."

"Let me show you," she answered, suddenly feeling sexier than she evir had before in her life. Quickly site pulled her sweater over her head, suddenly revealing her naked upper body.

He gasped.

Her tits were even better than he had imagined. The nipples were brown and hard, erect in the coal air of the room, while the white flesh of her twin mounds practically begged to be licked and squeezed.

Sheila could tell that he was excited by what he saw, but before he could reach out and touch her she stood up and pulled her pants down, leaving only her panties.

A moment later they, too, ended up on the floor.

For a few seconds she let him look at her, then quickly she leaned forward and placed her hands on the bulge in his pants.

"Mmmmmmm," he groaned, groping far her tits at the same time. Sheila pushed him back on the couch, then pulled his trousers down to reveal his thick, hard prick.

It was so big!

Suddenly all the confidence that had been flooding through her since this encounter began evaporated. She could never get that monster inside her!

But she had to.

She could feel her own juices beginning to flow from deep inside her cunt, lubricating the pink lips through which his cock would have to pass in order to fill her pussy like nothing ever had before.

Straddling him now, she took his cock in her hand and placed it firmly at the entrance to her pulsing cunt, then slowly closed her eyes.

"No!" he said suddenly.

She opened her eyes.

"Suck it," he whispered. She knew better than to argue with him.