“What the hell?” He thought. It must have been a mixture of Laci teasing him and his interrupted chat with Abby. Sure, he was into younger girls, but she was still in high school and barely eighteen. He shrugged it off and sent a coded text to Abby who didn’t reply. He launched himself into work and hoped it distracted him from the stirrings he knew better than to feel.
Around 1 he sent Rachel to the house to get their lunch delivery. They never brought it around to the office so someone had to wait at the house to grab it. He heard her come back and start unpacking the lunch, so he met her in the kitchen where they sat down at the table. Lawrence made small talk about Denver and how one day Rachel’s family could stay in one of the lodges. Somewhere in the middle of him talking, Rachel pushed away from the table and took off her jacket placing it on the back of her chair. The top had thin straps that didn’t cover her bra and the satin material kept falling, showing off her cleavage. He noticed how her freckles continued into a “V” between her breasts before her pale white skin pushed back against them. He lost his thoughts as he stared at his young assistant.
“Sorry, that jacket’s too hot. You were talking about the ski lodge you and Laci stay in,” she said looking at him without a hint of shyness anymore. He buried his eyes into his food and tried to hide glances while he ate. All his success at keeping his glances to a minimum stopped once they started cleaning off the table. Constantly leaning over, he could see all the way through her shirt to the tight white bra covering her tits. They moved as she wiped off the table, almost bouncing out, and her white skin started to cloud his judgement as his jeans tightened more. He needed to get away.
Shutting his office door, Lawrence went to his desk to see if Abby texted; she hadn’t. He needed to focus but his mind kept going back to Rachel.
“Yes, Mr. Morgan. Whatever you need Mr. Morgan. Your cologne smells nice, Mr. Morgan.” He felt his dick grow as he thought of one of her tits popping out from her bra in front him while she wiped off the table and how her hand would look on his hardening dick. He unhooked his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. He had the zipper halfway down when the phone rang. Rachel answered it; it was a client so he zipped his pants back up and was able to move away from Rachel in his mind for a little while longer.
As the afternoon progressed, Lawrence found excuses to go to Rachel’s desk where he may be able to look down her top. He tried to keep his eyes on her freckled shoulders until he could risk looking her tits pressed against the bra. After a few needless trips to tell her things he could has just said from the office, he shut his office door and poured a drink. He was halfway through his first when his phone beeped. Hoping it was Laci or Abby, he grabbed it only to find his flight would be delayed until late.
He was letting Rachel leave a little early, so he went to her desk to make sure things were good for the next two weeks. And the sooner she left, the better. She turned her chair to face him when he walked to her desk, looking more mature than when she walked in this morning. Her jacket hung on the chair behind her, the skirt seemed more professional as she sat at the large desk replying to emails. Maybe it was seeing her sexually for the first time, but she was different that the girl her hired last month, than even he saw this morning bringing him his coffee. He stopped pretending to not look. His eyes locked on her chest, and he felt his heart start beating faster and his hands get colder as the blood seemed to leave them. Was it being alone with her, knowing her age and experience put her off limits or the way she looked at him so innocently that was riling him up? She was his to take. She wasn’t hours away living with a boyfriend or his wife that shared his life and bills and all the things that came with it. She was off limits. Taboo. And he was standing there, not even pretending he wasn’t looking at her tits.
He was getting harder as he looked down at her, standing over her, her face level with his waist while she looked up at him. She had fire behind her eyes, a fire that seemed to mix with wonder, and maybe fear? He didn’t want her to be afraid; he should leave. He wouldn’t be able to stop if she kept looking at him like…
“What is that, Mr. Morgan?” She asked.
“What do you mean?” He asked.
Did she just point at my crotch?
“That” she said pointing closer. “What is that bulge in your jeans. I don’t know what that is, Mr. Morgan.” He saw a feint movement in her lips, a smile maybe, as she blinked her eyes rapidly at him.
He thought hard about what to do next. There was no way she was that naive. She was 18 and surely had a boyfriend. He was married and already having an affair with a 22-year-old. This girl was less than half his age, and still in fucking high school. Was she just wanting to fantasize? Or was this for real? Wait, was she teasing him? He thought of Laci’s hand on his cock leaving him hard and Abby holding her tits for him this morning before she stopped. Was she just teasing him too? He felt his heart jump as he opened his mouth, dry from excitement of what he was about to do.
“I don’t know if I can tell you, Rachel. Only good girls get to know that and I’m not sure you’re a good girl.”