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Andrea and Wesley

A great first job

By A.Published 3 years ago 6 min read
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Andrea and Wesley
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The PR firm was Wesley's first job after grad school. Well, the first job he had properly earned, anyway. He'd been handed a job as grad school ended and stayed there nine months. But this job, this was his. It was in a new town, not where he'd grown up and not where he'd gone to college.

He'd made the connections, done the work, aced the interviews. He found an apartment not far from downtown, he'd mapped the routes to and from work. He loved the work. Lots of research and writing and a chance to explore his creative side.

Andrea worked for a large real-estate development firm. The newest project there was a high-end, gated community. The project was her project, or at least she was in charge of managing vendors and handling marketing. The firm had hired a PR outfit to assist in the messaging. After a presentation about the next year's plan, Wesley's boss had turned the real estate operation over to him to see how he'd handle it.

This meant Wesley and Andrea were in a lot of meetings together. And on conference calls. And sending emails. He was two years older and seemed very, very serious.

In addition to meetings with the team, about once every two weeks, Andrea would call Wesley's office and see if he could go to lunch to talk about the project.

He always agreed. Always. First of all, he wanted his boss to know he was doing good client maintenance. Second, Andrea.

She was short and bronze-skinned with blond-ish hair and large blue eyes. She always smiled. And her firm always paid for their "business" lunch.

At the first few of these meetings, he'd bring some notes from the project or a new ad idea.

After their meals, she'd smoke a cigarette. She carried her cigarettes in a gold case. He sometimes commented on it and on her habit. Asked her when she planned to quit. She always told him when the right boy came along and asked, she would.

One morning, Andrea called to see what Wesley was doing for lunch. He was open and where did she want to meet?

She would just come by, pick him up. This was new. They'd always just met somewhere, maybe walked and talked after, then back to separate cars and jobs.

She asked the receptionist for Wesley, was shown back to his office. She was wearing a black pencil skirt, black heels, and a white shirt. Even in the heels, she was shorter than Wesley, and that wasn't because he was a giant.

After an especially long lunch, they got into Andrea's car. The day was warm and she rolled the windows down as they began the drive. She said she wanted to go over to the project site, and they left the main road for a winding two-lane road lined with trees.

As "Your Body is a Wonderland" began to play, Andrea commented that this was the sexist song she knew.

Wesley agreed. She turned it up.

He placed his hand on her thigh, and she floored the gas. His fingers inched up beneath her skirt and she expertly handled the car around curves.

As her speeds approached 90 miles an hour going downhill, he rubbed a finger against the wetness beneath the lace of her panties. "Your body is a wonderland...."

He felt the car slow as his finger darted beneath her panties, parting her wet lips, rubbing her clit.

Gravel against rubber. A stop.

She was in his lap, straddling him, his hands on her firm ass, her lips on his. The taste of the cigarette on her tongue, on his tongue now.

He unbuttoned her shirt, tasted the warm flesh of her neck, teased her collarbone with his teeth. She reached down and felt the heat of his cock, felt him growing, stroked him through his pants.

As they kissed, he worked his belt loose, eased his pants down..

He pushed her panties to one side with his fingers, and let her body rest above his throbbing cock. He held her waist, eased her down, teased her with his excitement.

When he couldn't stand it anymore, he pushed into her, further. She let out a soft moan as his body claimed hers, as his kisses became eager bites.

They were fucking in their clothes, half-dressed, eager, hungry. Nearly a year of meetings had led to this.

He was not letting up, he was letting go. Lost in his desire to claim her. She bit his ear and felt his cock grow even harder. He dipped a finger into her pussy, felt the warmth of his cock. That finger was now at her anus, pushing in, her moan growing more intense.

He pulled her down, held her. Thrusting with his cock, rocking her body hard. He looked into her eyes, told her to kiss him. As their lips met, he felt his orgasm approaching. He held her tight, pushed her down, and grinding into her, he let out a grunt, a scream. His cum streaming inside her as she kissed him.

They held each other for a moment, and then he told her to get out of the car.

As the door closed, he told her to take her skirt and panties off, and he pressed her against the hot metal.

His kisses landed everywhere... her neck, her c-cup breasts, her stomach. He kissed her thighs, then buried his head between her legs, tasting his cum mixed with her pussy juices.

The sight of him between her legs was heavenly. His thick, dark hair and strong shoulders. She lifted one leg, placed it on his back, leaned back, and let go. He was hungry, devouring her. As she responded, he licked more quickly. His fingers joined his mouth and she was nearing the edge.

The heat of the car on her ass only heightened the pleasure. He would not stop, even as she pulled his hair, and she came hard as he continued lapping up her essence.

He stood, turned her around, and she heard the clink of his belt buckle on the ground, felt his hard again cock against her ass. Felt him inside her as he pressed her hands to the car's body. One hand on her waist, the other on her breasts... he was fucking her again and it was divine.

He bit her neck, then grabbed her hair, pulling her to him. He licked the sweat from her back as he continued his assault on her senses.

One year of lunches. One year of desire. One year of maybe one day. Today was the day. Her body was a wonderland. She'd come to pick him up, and she'd gotten exactly what she'd wanted. Only she hadn't imagined it like this. Maybe they'd kiss, makeout, agree to date. Wesley clearly had other plans. His response took her just where she needed to go.

Their bodies were a wonderland.

From then on, when the phone rang at the office, he hope it was Andrea... looking for lunch.

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A.

A. writes creative nonfiction and fiction across a range of genres.

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