meal.
“We’ll slip up, then follow us a little later, ok? You don’t have to worry about knocking or anything.” Marina cocked her head at them, wondering at the odd request, but they probably wanted to ask him something privately first. She nodded at them, and waved as she made her way up to his office. Marina knocked once and went in and shut the door.
She stopped and stared at Michael. He was attractive to her, tall and well formed, just a sprinkling of silvery hairs at his temples. He had a smooth manner that made her think of a sales drummer, but he was also so kind to her. He had taken special interest in her from the minute she started working the factory floor, insisting she take lunch with him.
It had initially been awkward, but his manner was so easy, and his blue eyes twinkled at her. She leaned back against the door, remembering their first kiss, when he’d suddenly pressed his lips against hers, tickling her with his mustache. She grinned at him, remembering how taken aback she’d been, and how he’d stammered and turned red, apologizing. It made her warm inside thinking of him begging her to keep coming to lunch, that he was so taken with her he couldn’t not kiss her in that moment.
Michael stood and walked over to her, reaching around behind her, locking the door. He rested his hands on the door, trapping her between them. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Oh Michael, I’m so happy when I’m with you. Please, let’s not wait any longer!”
He lowered his face to hers, and rubbed her check with his as he whispered in her ear.
“Oh, how I’ve longed for this moment.” She felt warmth bubble up inside her, as his breath tickled her ear. “Please, can I be…with you.”
Marina froze, she realized what he was asking, and looked up to him. She felt out of breath and nodded at him, the words caught in her throat. He grinned, grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, bending to reach for the hem of her dress, pulling it up around her waist. “Lean forward on my desk and rest on your elbows.” Michael’s hands were already at the front placket of his pants unbuttoning them.
Marina’s eyes widened. “Here? Now?” She’d expected him to at least find a bed for them. What would be wrong with waiting until after work?
“Can’t think of a better time, and I don’t think I could work for the rest of the day, knowing. It wouldn’t be safe,” he told her, his hand stroking along his cock, which had already sprung free of his pants and was standing at attention.
Marina stared at it for a moment, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Maybe she should wait until they were married to give him her virginity instead.
“I’m not sure,” Marina said nervously still eyeing his member.
“Bend over,” Michael didn’t wait, but instead, pushed her face toward the desk himself. Her skirts had fallen back down, so he pulled them up and stepped up close behind her.
Marina felt tingly and wet between her legs, excited at the idea of taking him, even though it made her nervous. It didn’t look as big as she’d worried it would, so it shouldn’t be too bad, right? He held one hand in the middle of her back, pushing her face against his desk. She rested her cheek against the small stack of papers there, wondering why her sister had never mentioned men holding women down this way.
Within a moment she felt something hard poking between her legs, and he used his foot to spread her legs further apart. He used his hand to guide his thing between her legs, pushing it in hard.
Marina let out a gasp of pain. That thing was hard and it hurt! She tried to stand up. “It hurts. I think I’m done.”
Michael just laughed. “I do love a tight virgin.” He kept his hand against her back, keeping her in place as he started to thrust in and out of her tight passage. “We’ll make it fast, and it’ll be all over with.” He thrust into her again
“We’ll slip up, then follow us a little later, ok? You don’t have to worry about knocking or anything.” Marina cocked her head at them, wondering at the odd request, but they probably wanted to ask him something privately first. She nodded at them, and waved as she made her way up to his office. Marina knocked once and went in and shut the door.
She stopped and stared at Michael. He was attractive to her, tall and well formed, just a sprinkling of silvery hairs at his temples. He had a smooth manner that made her think of a sales drummer, but he was also so kind to her. He had taken special interest in her from the minute she started working the factory floor, insisting she take lunch with him.
It had initially been awkward, but his manner was so easy, and his blue eyes twinkled at her. She leaned back against the door, remembering their first kiss, when he’d suddenly pressed his lips against hers, tickling her with his mustache. She grinned at him, remembering how taken aback she’d been, and how he’d stammered and turned red, apologizing. It made her warm inside thinking of him begging her to keep coming to lunch, that he was so taken with her he couldn’t not kiss her in that moment.
Michael stood and walked over to her, reaching around behind her, locking the door. He rested his hands on the door, trapping her between them. She looked up at him and smiled.
“Oh Michael, I’m so happy when I’m with you. Please, let’s not wait any longer!”
He lowered his face to hers, and rubbed her check with his as he whispered in her ear.
“Oh, how I’ve longed for this moment.” She felt warmth bubble up inside her, as his breath tickled her ear. “Please, can I be…with you.”
Marina froze, she realized what he was asking, and looked up to him. She felt out of breath and nodded at him, the words caught in her throat. He grinned, grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet, bending to reach for the hem of her dress, pulling it up around her waist. “Lean forward on my desk and rest on your elbows.” Michael’s hands were already at the front placket of his pants unbuttoning them.
Marina’s eyes widened. “Here? Now?” She’d expected him to at least find a bed for them. What would be wrong with waiting until after work?
“Can’t think of a better time, and I don’t think I could work for the rest of the day, knowing. It wouldn’t be safe,” he told her, his hand stroking along his cock, which had already sprung free of his pants and was standing at attention.
Marina stared at it for a moment, wondering if she was doing the right thing. Maybe she should wait until they were married to give him her virginity instead.
“I’m not sure,” Marina said nervously still eyeing his member.
“Bend over,” Michael didn’t wait, but instead, pushed her face toward the desk himself. Her skirts had fallen back down, so he pulled them up and stepped up close behind her.
Marina felt tingly and wet between her legs, excited at the idea of taking him, even though it made her nervous. It didn’t look as big as she’d worried it would, so it shouldn’t be too bad, right? He held one hand in the middle of her back, pushing her face against his desk. She rested her cheek against the small stack of papers there, wondering why her sister had never mentioned men holding women down this way.
Within a moment she felt something hard poking between her legs, and he used his foot to spread her legs further apart. He used his hand to guide his thing between her legs, pushing it in hard.
Marina let out a gasp of pain. That thing was hard and it hurt! She tried to stand up. “It hurts. I think I’m done.”
Michael just laughed. “I do love a tight virgin.” He kept his hand against her back, keeping her in place as he started to thrust in and out of her tight passage. “We’ll make it fast, and it’ll be all over with.” He thrust into her again
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