Penny Driscoll: Sister_s husband

"Man, I can see everything she's got!" Jim stared across his desk at the Granger State Bank. The discreet sign on his desk read "James O. Carroll, Vice President". From where he was sitting he could see directly up between little Ginnie Reordon's creamy white thighs. She was a small girl, but built with an almost diabolical precision that insured a second look from any red-blooded male in her vicinity. Jim found it hard to believe that the girl was only 17, she seemed so mature for her years… not only physically but mentally. He had heard that Ginnie cultivated people older than she, completely ignoring most of her classmates at Granger High.

The young girl shifted languidly on the chair across from Jim Carroll's desk. Her long legs separated just the slightest bit again, and Jim felt tiny beads of sweat break out on his forehead as the tight "vee" of her tight little rose-colored panties came into view. His eyes and mind riveted to the spot, that tender portion of the young girl's being that she seemed to be offering to him with such nonchalance. He could almost swear that a few reddish tendrils of hair were visible, peeking from the elasticized sides of Ginnie's panties, but Jim couldn't tell if it was just his imagination or not. He cleared his throat and lifted his eyes up to the pert, innocent looking face, with its sprinkling of light freckles across Ginnie's upturned nose. He used his best business tone, and his eyes did their best not to waver in the slightest from the young girl's frank, almost impertinent, gaze.

"Now, Ginnie… what is it that you want to discuss about your account this time?"

"Well, they told me again that I'd have to see an officer about this… you see I have this big check coming in… for $25, and I'm not getting the money from my father until tomorrow because his paycheck came late this week… and, you see, I was practically sure that I could deposit it in time…"

Jim's eyes swept over the tightly pulled wool sweater that hugged Ginnie's full, soft breasts, showing the round coin-shaped swellings of her nipples in disturbing detail. He wondered how those two babies would feel in his hands.

"This is the third time this month that you've done something like this, Ginnie… I can't continue to make special rules for you… after all…" Jim heard his own voice droning on and on, but he really wasn't thinking about what he was saying, his mind seemed fogged with a dull kind of longing, and once more he cast a glance between those lithe and lovely legs that Ginnie Reordon parted further still while he was speaking.

"But it's for my little brother's birthday present… I mean, that's what the check was for… and if it bounces, I'm afraid that…"

"Well, Ginnie… that's unfortunate, but if the check comes in I'm afraid we'll have to return it. We've already paid on two other checks of yours, and the bank can't continue…"

"You said that already, Mr. Carroll," Ginnie said, sweetly smiling up at him. She rose and moved closer to his desk.

Jim made an imperceptible move backward in his rolling chair. Christ, what was she going to do now? He looked frantically toward the door of his office and was glad to see it was closed. It wouldn't do to have any of the employees seeing this young girl getting so familiar.

Ginnie's flowery perfume drifted across the desk to him, and Jim realized that she was moving around toward him just a few seconds too late. Or had he really wanted to stop her…? He was to wonder many months later. Already the girl's neatly manicured fingernails were touching lightly at his face, her soft, pink lips approaching his face for a pouty kiss, her auburn hair falling across his eyes, as her tiny pointed tongue emerged from between her wetly parted lips.

Jim thought of his wife, Kay… Kay at home… what was she doing now… vacuuming the house? Getting ready to make his dinner for that night? He visualized his wife… her back turned to him as she stirred something at the stove. There was no neglect there… she certainly took good care of his stomach… but as for the rest… Already his big, semi-hardened penis was stirring ominously between his legs like some enormous sleeping monster, being awakened by a beautiful princess… but the princess wasn't his wife Kay… It was little Ginnie Reordon! He could feel the blood racing through his veins, rushing down to his meaty member, filling it to hardness, making it jump alert as Ginnie's tongue swept wetly across his own startled mouth. Was he really going to let her do this… was he going to stop it or not?

The young girl's softness was enveloping him, and beneath that softness there was a determination that Jim didn't have the strength or will to combat. The electricity of her lips and tongue, swirling moistly in his mouth sent chills up and down his spine. Awkwardly at first – for he was tilted backward in his chair, and she was pressing her lips down upon his – he thrust his tongue back at her, slipping it into the hot cavern of her mouth as he quickly grasped her head from the back with one hand. He ground his lips harshly against hers, regulating the pressure with his hand on her head, and felt a thrill of satisfaction as Ginnie gasped for breath and tried to control the kiss herself. But Jim made sure that this was impossible. This was what she'd wanted… and now this was what she was going to get. There was only so much a man could take! With his knee he pressed a button beneath his desk which locked the door to his office. Perhaps he could have at least 5 minutes with her without being disturbed by some bank business or other. He had a mortgage closing at 2:30, but it was only 2:00 now… plenty of time.

Jim's hands closed around Ginnie's small waist, he pulled her between his legs and crushed her willing little body down toward him without breaking the force of the kiss. He marveled at the idea of what he was doing… it was the first time really in the two years he'd been married to Kay… The thought of his wife sent a small pang of guilt through him as he reveled in the luxurious feel of Ginnie's gently rounded breasts pressing against his chest. God she felt good! And her mouth tasted ripe and sweet as raspberries! His head whirled as he felt her slipping down to her knees between his legs, her upper thighs and then her soft little belly passing over the big, rock-hard mass of his penis where it throbbed in heightened anticipation of what might happen next.

"Damn it to hell!" he thought, "It's Kay's own fault anyway… a man has to have some sex… a man can't go on forever…" But his thoughts drifted away as he was caught up in the hasty excitement of the moment. Behind his desk, Jim bent toward Ginnie, his lips leaving her mouth to trail wetly to her neck. He heard her giggling like a teenager, like the teenager she was, and the sound of it was oddly exciting to him. His hands rose slowly from her waist, taking in the area of her rib cage. She was breathing hard, and squirming within the circle of his hands and arms. He could almost taste those bird-like breasts before he touched them, and he discovered that his saliva had accumulated in his mouth as he slid his thumbs upward, pressing them against the thick protruding nipples, feeling them push inward, and spring to hardness beneath his touch.

"Hoooo… oooooh!" Ginnie closed her eyes and let her head loll backward as Jim began to manipulate the softly jiggling mounds of her willingly offered breasts. Her eyes were mere slits of passion as she moved her chest back and forth in lewd encouragement as Jim's hands roved hungrily over the voluptuous swellings of her breasts. His hands slid down once more and, hurriedly, he slipped them under the material of Ginnie's sweater… the creamy masses of naked flesh fell into his hands beneath her clothing, warm and smooth and tender. He clasped them excitedly in his two hands, kneading the twin buttons of her nipples together and bringing low moans of delight to the teenager's lips. His own face was a mask of longing as he was enjoying the sensation coursing through him, enjoying the sensuous feel of her naked young flesh. His lips tense and drawn, he said to her, "Tell me what you want… what do you want, Ginnie?"