Robert Vickers - The naughty salesgirl

"Martin, please, watch where you put your hand!" whispered Katherine Sherbourne, as she felt the man's hand slowly edging up under her skirt. She glanced around nervously to see if any of the others in the elevator had noticed this liberty he was taking with her body.

"I'd love to watch it, but you've got a lot of skirt covering up that pretty little rump of yours."

She squealed as he pinched her bottom. She twisted and tried to turn so that she could get him to stop. Instead, he goosed her, his thumb pressing all the way up into the white cotton panties she wore. She blushed furiously. This wasn't the way she expected a boyfriend to act. He was embarrassing her in public.

"Stop that!"

"Stop what?" he said innocently, his hand never stopping. He felt the smooth warm flesh of her firm inner thigh and then moved up to her snatch. The girl might have been protesting, but the man realized that she was getting a real thrill out of him copping a feel in the public elevator. Her panties were almost totally drenched with her love oils. It took all of his control to keep from using his other hand to run the zipper of his fly down the track and let his prick leap out so that he could fuck her.

Martin had never fucked Katherine. They'd done a lot of things together but they had never fucked. He suspected she was still a virgin, and was too uptight over it to say so.

He wanted nothing more than to be the one to cure her of this sexual perversion. He'd never seen anyone more attractive than this eighteen-year-old. She still carried a lot of the naive ways of a high school girl, but she was maturing rapidly – and she had blossomed out physically a long time ago. The man could peer down into her cleavage and see the succulent twin mounds of her tits swaying enticingly.

Katherine didn't wear a bra – she didn't have to. Her tits were firm and high off her chest. He loved running his hands over the milky white flesh and feeling the gooseflesh that formed under his fingertips. The way her nipples sprang totally erect and pulsed hotly against his thumbs told him the full measure of the passion of which she was capable.

If the lustrous brown hair, the chocolate, limpid eyes, or the tits thrusting impudently against her thin blouse weren't enough, the rest of her turned him on in a big way. He felt almost greedy wanting it all. Her trim waist and her flaring, womanly ass made him hard every time he was with her.

Most of all, he loved her slender, tapering legs. He was a leg man. He could watch the white flash of her legs moving all day long. And he wanted nothing more in the world than to have her wondrous legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into the sexy swamp of her seething pussy.

They'd been going together for almost two months now and he hadn't fucked her.

"Marty, not here," she said again, in a slightly louder voice. He watched as she blushed furiously. The red formed around the tops of her boobs and then spread all the way up into her neck and face. He worked his fingers under the band of her panties and started pulling them off.

The marble smooth flesh quivered and she tried to make him stop. He kept on until he managed to pull the panties over the bulge of her perky ass. The panties started to drop down her lovely legs when she widened her stance. She was acutely uncomfortable and it showed.

"Don't do this," she pleaded. "Not here, not in public. Let's… let's go somewhere and…"

"Here," he said firmly.

"I'm going to a job interview. Please, Marty, you can't make me do this here. Not in public!"

"So it won't be totally in public," he said, reaching over to the small control box as the only other passenger in the elevator got off. He quickly opened the panel and pulled the stop lever. The elevator jerked to a halt between floors, neither moving up nor down.

"Why'd you do that?" she demanded.

"So we could be alone for awhile." In the distance an alarm bell rang, but he ignored it. He couldn't think of anything else but the warm and willing girl in his arms. He pulled her close and crushed his lips to hers. For a moment, she resisted. Then she melted like snow in the morning sun.

His tongue teased her lips, dancing and darting around until he could finally force them apart and push his tongue inside her mouth. Their tongues collided and began to duel erotically. Soon they both gasped for air, their bodies pressing harder and harder against one another.

"I love you so much," he managed to mutter. "And I want more of you. I want all of you!"

"Please, Martin, please, not here!" she begged. But her words were contradicted by the way her body responded. He could feel the flood of her cunt juices. Her nipples had sprung out hard and erect and threatened to poke holes in his chest. He knew she wanted him. He managed to fumble out his prick. "No, Marty, not here, not like this!"

"Then let me eat you out!"

She didn't say anything, nor would it have done her any good. He was already going down on her. He had stripped off her panties. Now he lifted her skirt and exposed to the light the lustrous auburn triangle of her pussy mound. The sight of her cunt was appealing to him.

Tiny droplets of cunt juice dotted the auburn bush and her pink, puffy cunt lips were trembling, waiting for his mouth. He quickly pressed his face into her bush and thrust out his tongue.

She sobbed and almost collapsed. She pressed her back against the wall of the elevator and her legs drifted open in wanton invitation to his tongue. How she needed this! She had been deluding herself into thinking that sex was something done in the darkness of a bedroom. It was good anywhere.

In fact, this might be even better than ever before for her. She realized the possibility of them being discovered. This thrill added to the impact of his tongue swirling all over her snatch. He dragged his rough, pink tongue along her tender slit and tasted all her juices.

He worked his tongue into her cunt and released a flood of her fuck oils. She was almost at the point of coming, he realized. This made his tongue work even faster against her pussy lips.

"Marty, oh, God, Marty, this is too much!"

She felt electric surges throughout her belly. They spread like wildfire and robbed her of all her strength. Her legs turned weak and watery and she hunkered down just a little more, her back firmly braced against the elevator now. This opened her legs to the point where his tongue finally surged all the way up into her cunt hole.

She shrieked in joy. Her entire body began to shake like a leaf in a high wind and she realized that she wasn't far from coming.

"Faster, oh, sweet Jesus, tongue fuck me faster!" she cried out. The words burned in her ears. She didn't usually talk like that.

She was turned on by the fact that her boyfriend obeyed her command. He tongue fucked her with enough speed to send his tongue slithering deep into her cunt and cause friction against her softly yielding pussy walls. She shuddered deeply once, and then bit her lip as she came.

The pleasant feelings mounted and then smashed into her like a fist. She cried and moaned and felt tears of joy running down her cheeks. That didn't matter. All that counted now was the way his rough, pink tongue parted her cunt lips and thrust far and fast into her pussy.

He slurped loudly, lewdly, and this turned her on even more. She didn't understand what it was about having her pussy eaten out that made her into such a limp, drained wreck. The feel of his tongue was sensuous to be sure, but it had to be something more than that. Perhaps it was the intimacy involved. There was no way that they could be more into each other's body than having his tongue reaming out her pussy.