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.
Moving off his tool, she bent down and took it in her hands. Her lips were just a few short inches above the smooth purple skin on the head, and she could see a few drops of his pre-cum already forming tiny beads on his narrow slit.
Quickly, before she had a chance to think about what she was doing, she let her tongue dart out and gobbled down the sticky fluid.
The taste was heavy, salty. She liked it.
Gaining confidence, she began to let her eager tongue explore his prick, sliding up and down the light, smooth skin, wetting it with her saliva until he glistened in the dim light of the room.
As he watched her from above, Hoffer could feel the hot curia bubbling up inside, gathering for the final rush that threatened to take place any moment.
But he wasn't ready yet. He wanted to make it last.
Using more will power than he realized he possessed, he managed to weather the storm. Now he could relax and enjoy what she was doing to him; he was in control once again.
She had carefully licked every inch of his prick now, and her lips were poised, half parted, just above the tip of his cock. Hoffer could hardly wait to see his prod disappear into that beautiful mouth.
Then suddenly, as if she had finally come to a decision, Sheila spread her wet lips and lowered them onto his glistening cock. A moment later his cockhead had disappeared in her mouth.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," he groaned.
Sheila felt as if she could never take him all the way inside her, but she knew she had to. Opening wider, and folding her lips over her teeth, she pushed slowly don.
"That's it, baby. Suck it…" he murmured, watching in fascination as she slowly pushed down, his cock disappearing into her mouth and throat. Finally she had taken it all in and Hoffer found himself leaning back and basking in the luxurious feeling of her clinging mouth and throat as it held tightly on to him.
Almost beside himself now, Hoffer began to gyrate his hips, shoving his tool in and out of her mouth, feeling it slide deep into her wet pocket, then withdraw into the light.
Sheila couldn't believe she had taken it all the way inside her, yet she knew that this was the case. With each stroke she gained more confidence, until after a few more seconds she began to feel that she was once again in control.
Harder now, she drove her head up and down his pumping cock. Each time it seemed to drive deeper into her mouth, but each time she felt more capable than ever of taking him all the way in.
She began to plan with his balls, gently squeezing and massaging them, while with her lips and tongue she continued to work on his cock.
Finally his cock began to tremble and shudder inside her and almost before she had a chance to prepare for it, he exploded, shooting his hot cum wildly against the back of her throat.
Eagerly she gobbled it down, enjoying the musky taste of his jizz, striving to take it all in her mouth without letting a single drop escape.
Again and again he spurted into her, groaning as her tongue licked the sensitive tip of his cock, taking in every drop.
In the end, when his cock had drained itself completely of cum and was limp in her mouth, she released it and looked up into his eyes.
Sheila smiled, revealing sticky traces of his cum on her tongue and teeth. She knew she was going to get the job.
There was no doubt about it.
An hour later Sheila was back in the worn she had rented for the night. She was feeling satisfied in one way, and frustrated in another.
What she had just done, she realized, was the first step in freeing herself from the hang-ups that had plagued her during her relationship with Jim.
And she had liked it. It was a little bit odd to realize that never before had she really thought much about a man's cock, but now she knew that tonight's experience was just the beginning.
But tonight wasn't over.
In fact, sucking Mr. Hoffer off had only whetted her appetite. She had hoped, afterwards, that he would want to fuck her. She had been a virgin long enough; more than long enough, in fact. She had some catching up to do.
But he hadn't wanted anything else.
So now she was alone in her room, hornier than she had ever been in her life, and ready to do something about it.
Taking all her clothes off, Sheila sat down on the edge of her bed and looked at herself in the mirror. For the first time she fully realized how frustrated Jim must have been; she was a beautiful girl. There was no question about it.
She looked at her tits.
They were full and firm, rising gently in their milky whiteness from the smooth, creamy color of the remains of her summer tan.
Almost trembling with excitement, she stood up. She could see the white outline, where her bikini had covered her crotch. The hair was soft and golden, for mink a perfect triangle that matched the color of her shoulder-length hair.
Slowly, feeling a dreamlike quality descend on her senses, she touched her stomach with her hand and began to let it slide down toward her crotch. At the same time she let her other hand touch her left breast, squeezing the white flesh gently, then lightly tracing circles over the sensitive nipples.
The brown buds grew hard immediately.
Her other hand was fondling her snatch hair now, rubbing the furry velvet of her triangle, anticipating the moment when it would continue it downward journey.
Still looking at herself in the mirror, Sheila leaned backward until she was lying on the bed, her smooth thighs spread shamelessly to reveal the rich, pink lips of her cunt.
Tentatively, gingerly, she spread the lips with two fingers. Then, with another finger, she probed inside the half open channel of her cunt, watching in awe as it disappeared into the tight moistness within.
A moment later the finger emerged, dripping with sticky rivulets of her own honey. After a moment's hesitation, she licked the juice from her finger, savoring the taste, feeling herself grow even more excited.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned as she plunged her finger once again into her oozing muff. Softly, tenderly she began to explore the tight recesses of her chamber, dipping the finger in and out, moving in small rings around the growing hardness of her clit.
It was fantastic.
She felt like she was about to melt now, as her fingers moved all over her pussy, inside and out, probing and massaging with a growing excitement that matched the mounting tension inside her.
From somewhere deep inside, Sheila could feel a tiny spot of fire beginning to grow. It was bubbling and churning, fighting to be free if she could only release it.
Harder now, she plunged her finger in and out of her tight cunt. Her thighs strained upward with each thrust, fighting to allow her finger to drive deeper inside her.
"Aaaaahhhhh… ooooohhhhh," she groaned, feeling that release was near.
Her whole body was on fire now, and her cunt felt like a pool of molten wax. Muscles deep within her cunt were starting to contract in a way she had never before experienced.
Wriggling more than ever, she drove her crotch up into the air against the force of her finger and hand. Every muscle in her body was straining taut.
Her breasts were heaving wildly; a glistening sheen of perspiration danced over her skin in the pale light of the room.
Then suddenly it was as if something had finally broken free within her. The bubbling, churning mass of juice within her began to flow upward, shooting toward the pulsating entrance to her cunt.
"Aaaagggghhhh!" she gasped, as suddenly it seemed like she spilled over, the hot honey shooting out of her cunt with a force that spurted her love juice out onto the smooth, soft skin of her inner thighs.
The flood continued, racing out of her body, releasing all the pent-up excitement that had been kept inside her until now.
Finally spent, she lay back on the bed.
So this was what I've been missing, she thought.
One thing was certain – she may have been an up-tight prude in the past, but from now on she was going to be different.
She was going to find out what it was that she had been passing up. Jim, ironically, had freed her from her inhibitions by walking out on her.
Content, she drifted off to sleep.