swim by Skyler S.(m/f)Aug 1999This contains sexual content that is
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wonder what people really think about me. I guess I talk a lot. When I
really get going my friends just laugh at me. They don't say anything,
they just laugh. I can't help it, it's just who I am. I work as a
receptionist and everyday I talk and flirt with all of the salesmen who
come into the office. When the other employees get bored, they will often
come up to my desk and talk with me. They know that I always have an
interesting or a joke to tell. They tell me things too. I always
know everything that's going on in the company. I know who is in trouble
and who's moving up the ladder. I know about the office affairs and the
break-ups. It's funny, one would think that with my outgoing nature that
I would thrive on dating who are like me -- chatty, full-of-life. But,
I really prefer the quiet ones. They are more of a challenge. Quiet and
shy people have a lot of layers to be peeled back and examined before you
really know what's inside. I like this element of mystery.There's one guy
who I was really dying to get to know. His name is Tom and works at my
company. He's some sort of manager, I guess. I don't really care what he
does. I see him every morning. He comes in at about 8:30am, says hello,
and scurries back into the building. Sometimes I try to engage him in
conversation. He either pretends he doesn't hear me or mumbles something
about needing to get to work. Once he came in wearing a nice suit since he
had to give some sort of a presentation. I whistled at him and he tuned a
deep shade of and almost ran back to his office. This only encouraged
me further.Not too long ago, the company sponsored a picnic for it's
employees. They had rented out a community center near the office. It had
volleyball courts and a swimming pool. They company was also going to have
it catered. We all got a half a day off to go. It sounded great.On the
day of the picnic, Tom did something on his way in to the office that he
never had done before. He stopped by my desk and talked with me for a
minute. It wasn't much, but at least it was something. The last thing he
said to me was "I hope to see you at the picnic." That put me in a good
mood for the rest of the morning.The picnic was a lot of fun. People let
their hair down and generally had a good time. We drank beer, ate, and
made fools of ourselves. After eating, I was feeling a little warm and so
I decided to take a swim. I hadn't been into the pool up to this point
because I was feeling a little self-conscious about wearing a bathing suit
in front of all of these people, even if it was a fairly modest one-piece
suit. I guess the beer loosened me up and seeing all of the other people
in the pool all day helped too. By now, it was getting late and the crown
was thinning so I figured this was my chance.I got in and swam a few laps
and splashed around a little until I felt cooler. Then I noticed the
diving board. I looked around and there were only a couple of people in
the pool, mostly minding their own business. I decided to give it a try,
figuring I could dive off the board once or twice without making a fool of
myself. I got out, and went over to the diving board and managed to do an
elegant, if simple, little dive into the pool. I was feeling pretty good
about myself and so I sort of came thrusting out of the water in
celebration of my successful dive. Unfortunately, as I popped up out of
the water, the top of my suit fell down to my waist, leaving my exposed. My first reaction was to look up and see if anyone saw me.
There, standing about five feet in front of me, was Tom. At first he was
stunned at this unexpected sight. He just stood there and stared at my big
tits hanging out of my suit. As quickly as I could I pulled my suit back
up. All of this happen over a period of just a few seconds. Now Tom
turned beet red, turned around and got out of the pool as fast as he could.
I was also embarrassed. So, I just got out and went home.The next morning
at work when Tom came in he moved as fast as he could past me without
looking at up at me or saying anything. He looked terrified. I didn't get
it. What was he scared about? I'm the one whose were bobbing around
for all the world to see. He just happened to be in the right (or wrong)
place at the right time.That night I went to a bar to have a drink before
I went home. I ordered a glass of wine and turned to find a table. In the
corner I saw Tom. He was alone, drinking a beer and seemed to be absorbed
in this thoughts. I decided to see if I could get him to talk to me."Hi,"
I said standing in front of him. "Can I join you?"Tom looked up to see
who it was and his face turned as soon as he recognized me. "Uh. Er,
I guess." I sat down. "Look, you shouldn't be embarrassed," I said,
figuring I should just get this out in the open. "I'm the one who was
exposed yesterday. I should be embarrassed but I figure that there is
nothing I can do at this point.""I'm, uh sorry. I guess I shouldn't have
stared.""Hey, don't worry about it. I'm not offended. In fact, I'm
flattered. If you got a look of disgust on your face before you turned and
ran I'd be a lot more worried."Tom turned again, smiled a little, and
sipped his beer. After this, though, we got along fine. In fact he was
quite funny and entertaining. Before long it was time to go. Both of us
had too much to drink and we stumbled out of the bar. I knew that I
couldn't drive so I suggested that we share a cab."I don't need a cab. I
just live around the corner," He paused, thinking. "Uh, listen. Since we
are both drunk and it's late... Well, why don't you come over and sleep on
the couch or something. You can get your car and go home in the
morning."I agreed and followed him home. When we got to his apartment I
asked if I could take a shower. He pointed me to the bathroom. After
showering I realized that I only had the dirty clothes that I had worn to
work. I was feeling a little horny so I just wrapped myself in a towel and
walked out into the living room. Tom had changed into his conservative
pajamas and was sitting on the sofa. His eyes were actively avoiding
looking at me as he told me about the sleeping arrangements.I sat on the
chair opposite the couch and let the towel slide up to show some of my
legs. He still wasn't looking. I got up, turned around and bent over to
pretend to adjust the pillow on the chair to make it more comfortable. I
could feel that my towel had risen up to expose the bottom of my ass.
After a moment I turned around to find Tom staring at my ass. I smiled and
dropped the towel.I walked over, naked, and grabbed his hand. I pulled
him into the bedroom. He came along just like a little puppy. Once in the
bedroom, though, things began to change. I sat on the edge of the bed and
Tom knelt on the floor in front of me. He moved his head to my and
began one of my nipples. After a few minutes he stood up and
undressed. He had a nice body, he didn't work out but he was trim. He
also had a nice looking cock. Not huge but not small.Tom walked over to
me, grabbed his cock and brushed it across my lips. "Suck it please," he
said. I opened my mouth and began to work on his cock. That he was
becoming more aggressive was turning me on more. "That's it, lick the
shaft. Mmmmm. That feels good, baby."I pulled my mouth off his cock and
looked up at him, "Do you like that? Do you want me to suck it some more?
Do you want me to lick your balls?""Yes baby, Lick my balls," he moaned. I
bent down and started tonguing his balls. "That's good baby. You're a
little slut aren't you." He moved away and turned around and bent over.
"Lick my asshole, slut." I stuck my tongue out and licked tentatively at
first and then with more vigor. He moaned a lot as I rimmed his asshole. I
guess he liked it. "That's it. Keep licking. You are a little slut you
know. Only a slut would lick my asshole like that."He turned around and
pushed me back up onto the bed. He climbed up on me and put his cock on my
chest between my tits. "Squeeze your around my cock, baby," he said.
I did as he asked. He started to fuck my slowly. I looked down and
saw his cock pop up through my with each thrust. I stuck my
tongue out and licked the head of his cock each time he pushed it up close
enough for me to reach it. "I've wanted to fuck these since I saw
them at the pool."After a few more minutes of fucking my tits, he got up
and told me to get on my hands and knees. He got behind me and started to
push his cock into my slowly. After a couple of gentle thrusts, he
began to fuck me hard. He would pull almost all the way out and then push
back in as hard as he could. On each thrust, I could heard a loud slap as
his thighs smacked against my ass.A few minutes more of this and I began
to come. "Fuck me hard and fast, I'm going to come." He slowed down for a
minute, teasing me. "Please," I begged. "I need to come. Fuck me hard."
He started to fuck me like an animal, hard and fast. I came, moaning
loudly. My juices flooded my and my muscles contracted around Tom's
cock. He must have liked this because he came too.I collapsed on the bed
and turned over. Tom crawled up the bed and pushed his cock in my face. I
took it in my mouth and clean it off. I felt so sluty. It was great.The
next morning at work Tom said "Hi" quietly as he passed my desk and
scurried off into the building to begin the day. I don't know, there's
just something about those quiet guys.
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