Laura

Some chicks are simply showing it. Showing they want cock. Not like those cock-craving sluts, but more like a permanent cock. To nest. Not to be alone. To be a couple. Laura, our new receptionist was like that. I didn’t pay attention to her at first, busy with my career. But you could see she was looking for a man. At the reception we had a total of three ladies, two older ones, and Laura, the new, pretty young blonde. I guessed she was 24 years old. Good tight body, great butt. Petite, slim, and her breasts were probably a 34C.

She was very predictable, and of course she showed up in her first week at the happy hour our company held each Friday starting at 3 PM. We didn’t chat at all, but she walked by a couple of times, I could see her slim body nicely wrapped in her tight white jeans. Still, my mind was somewhere else. I went home for the weekend and nothing eventful happened.

On Monday, as usual, I was flooded with work, and it took me, like every week, three days to get it done. On Thursday, things looked better, with not much remaining to do, and I decided to go for a stroll through our office, chat a bit with Sales, see some other folks from Logistics, and stay current.

As I walked by the reception at 4 PM, she was sitting there alone; the other two ladies had already gone home. She said something to me to catch my attention, and I walked up to the counter where she was sitting. For the first time, I smelled her subtle perfume, which was very female and inviting. She looked good, as always. Today she wore a tight-fitting white top.

I asked her how her second week had gone and let her talk about herself. She chatted about all kinds of things, and I politely listened, picking out the pieces of information I needed. She was single, new in town, and loved aerobics. We kept chatting, and I asked her all kinds of questions about her, which she happily answered. We had a good thing going on, and she started asking things about me, where I lived, if I was seeing someone, and what I did to stay fit.

“Well,” I replied, “I live in the center of Amsterdam in a large apartment, I do a lot of running, and I am seeing you right now.” I flirted.

She smiled and took a more upright position, showing off her boobs. It was a subtle move, but I saw it. Suddenly, my cock got interested. I once had a street interview for a ladies' magazine, and one of the questions was how often I would think about sex per day. Well, they were a bit disappointed, as I told them six, seven times perhaps. I saw the look on their face, I explained to them that when you are responsible for very large budgets, your little brain falls asleep. But I added, the moment I see a pretty girl lick her ice cream, I am very awake!

This is what was happening right now, as she showed me her assets. “Wanna go for a bite at 5?” I asked her.

“Yes, sure!” Laura replied.

“OK. Do you have a car?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Meet you at 5 then.”

The last hour ed quickly, and as I showed up at the reception, she was already waiting for me. She was about 5.4 (1.65 m), and getting closer, I could definitely see that she had a great body. Besides that, nice blonde hair and killer green eyes.

“Do you know a nice bistro around here?" I asked her. I didn’t want it to be a kebap shop, but no wining and dining either. Something in between. Not too romantic. She knew a place, and because of the early hour, it was nice and quiet. It had these round booths, where you could sit next to each other as you were eating your food. I let her slide in first, enjoying the view of her tight butt. I could almost kill myself for not having noticed her before.

We ordered and chatted about all kinds of things. Our food came, we ate in silence, but I could see she was enjoying my company. Not being alone, I guess. I was the complete opposite, loving those times when I was alone in my apartment. I guess it had to do with the job too. Like people working in call centers, who do not want to talk at night.

I decided to help things move after having finished out dinner. I couldn’t ask to go to her place; that would scare her away. Instead, I asked her if she wanted to see my place in the middle of Amsterdam. I had a big apartment (8 years on the waiting list) and fixed everything myself. Since roughly a year ago it was "presentable," having added to the industrial black and grey look warm elements such as a large dark orange sofa. Or a colorful painting on the wall.

She happily said yes, curious about my place. I don’t think she realized I was going to eat her pussy there, but she would soon find out. The drive was about half an hour, and to get her a bit more aroused, I kept caressing her thigh while she was driving. She didn’t protest, liking where this was going. I rubbed her thigh a couple of times real close to her pussy, she squirmed a little bit in her seat and opened her legs a little more for me, in a natural reaction of a woman being ready to be taken.

As we were about to reach the parking space I rented, my left hand was now openly rubbing the jeans fabric right over her young pussy. I could feel the heat emanating from there, and she was having trouble concentrating on her driving. I pulled my hand back so she could focus on the parking.

As we both got out, I took her by the hand and told her to come with me. She happily did. Feeling that inner peace of perhaps belonging to somebody. The walk to my place was a quick five minutes, and I lived on the third floor. I let her in, showing her the different rooms and where the bathroom was, and she asked me right away if she could use it to freshen up.

“Sure. There are clean towels in the wall cabinet in case you need any. Do you like rosé?” I asked her.

“I still have to drive.”

“Just one glass.”

Laura hesitated, thought about it for a moment, and then nodded yes.

"Good," I praised her. “It is very soft and has barely any ****; you don’t have to worry.” I lied to her.

Laura walked towards the bathroom, and I could enjoy that subtle sway of her hips as I looked at her pear-shaped ass. The first phase was to make her drink more than allowed by law, so she had to stay the night.

As she came back, I noticed she had touched up her mascara and lipstick too. She was interested, I deduced, but careful.

She sat next to me on the big 3-seater, and making her drink that first glass was easy. Plus, each time it was half empty, I would refill without asking her. We had a great chat about all kinds of things, about life, about people, and falling in love, and she began to open up to me. This plus roughly the three glasses of wine she had drunk.

Time for phase two.

I started complimenting her on her looks and sat down closer to her so I could caress those young thighs again. She was flattered and asked for some more wine, which I gladly gave her. I moved a little bit closer to her and played with one hand on her leg. Soon I was only caressing her thigh again, picking up where I had left. She didn’t protest but kept drinking wine; each time it was getting too hot for her. Finally, I caressed the fabric again, which was right over her pussy. I could feel the heat coming from her young honeypot and starting pressing harder. Laura opened her legs wide again, right away, like any good bitch in heat would do.

“Your jeans are in the way.” I whispered to her as I kissed her softly on her neck. I wanted her to take each step voluntarily, me only indicating what to do.

Laura sighed and quickly undid her jeans buttons. Once open, she lifted her butt from the sofa, and in one move, she pulled her jeans down. I could see her little panties covering her hot pussy but decided to help her take off her shoes first. After that, I pulled down her jeans, releasing her smooth young legs from the restriction. I kissed her one more time in her neck, my hand touching her young slit through the sheer fabric of her transparent panties. Laura let out a soft moan, opening her legs wider for me.

My middle finger kept rubbing her pussy through the thin fabric, leaving a trail inside her labia, slowly moving up and down. With the other hand, I gently turned her head towards me, softly kissing her lips. Her mouth eagerly opened up, her soft tongue finding mine. We French-kissed for three or four minutes until I initiated a pause, telling her that her panties were in the way. In one smooth movement she lifted her butt from the sofa and lowered her panties, using her feet to kick them away. She placed both her feet on the sofa, her knees high up.

I still had all my clothes on, and that was on purpose. I wanted her to be naked, stripped from any protection. Plus, I was not sure if she would let me fuck her bareback, so I kept my hard cock out of sight.

My hand found her young slit again, but this time unprotected by any fabric. I gently caressed with one finger in between her outer lips, moving it up and down through her slit, each time reaching her shiny clit, rubbing it softly. If not before, Laura had now lost all control of her situation. Her young pussy was responding to the arousal, lubricating her tunnel for me. Whatever Laura's plans were, her pussy had a very different plan: to get fucked.

“Laura?” I softly asked, “Take off your top.”

She happily did. And in one go, she took her bra off too, without me asking. I guess for Laura it didn’t matter anymore if she was now sitting completely naked, as I fingered her wet young pussy. Taking off the last clothes was the logical thing to do, her brain not ing anything but those sensations in her pussy.

Now that she was completely naked, being fingered at will by me, phase three had started.

I could not ask for a blowjob; she was not that kind of girl. Instead, I took off my own shoes using my feet and asked her if I should take off my shirt. Laura could barely answer from the finger fucking she was receiving. I made sure to stop sometimes, to cool her down, because I wanted her on the edge, without cumming. I took off my shirt, but while doing so, I kept fingering that young, willing pussy.

“Take my pants off, Laura.” I told her, stopping fingering her. She let out a little cry of disappointment as I pulled my finger out of her sopping wet slit, but she was eager to comply. She didn’t even realize she was very close to getting fucked by me; she was too horny to think. Her small hands quickly unbuttoned my pants and opened my zipper. I lifted my butt from the sofa, she pulled down my pants all the way, and my feet did the rest, getting rid of them.

“Do you want to touch it?” I asked her when she saw my bulging tent in my trunks.

She nodded, mesmerized by the size, and couldn’t think anything else but that.

Cock.

Her soft hand quickly caressed my throbbing cock through the fabric, measuring it, iring it. Somewhere in the back of her mind she warned herself. If she would take off his trunks, he would fuck her. But that warning voice was silent compared to her wet, hot pussy screaming for my hard meat.

She kept touching my cock, and her pussy decided for her that she wanted to see it. Her hand grabbed the waistband of my trunks and lifted it over my fully erect cock. She was so concentrated on removing my underwear that she didn’t even realize how close her face was to my phallus. I helped her out by lifting my butt, and she was able to remove my trunks entirely.

Now we were both naked. Both highly aroused.

Time for phase four: Fucking her bareback.

To be continued.