hand, he knocked over the picture of his wife.
For Jayne, the butterflies in her stomach and the dizziness in her head spoke for her lust – But not half as much as the aching sensation that breezed through her pussy.
The Goddess strode toward Jayne. Abdul puffed out his cheeks as he sneaked a peek at her legs. Or was it her ass?
“This is Astrid, your new colleague.” Anita said, who had blurred from Jayne’s vision.
Jayne rose from her chair, suddenly self-conscious and annoyed for bypassing the heels today. “Hello, I’m Jayne. Nice to meet you.” She leaned over her desk with an outstretched arm, grasping Astrid’s hand which she kept tight in to her body. Her skin was soft yet the grip was surprisingly firm. Jayne didn’t want to let go and she felt her pussy throb, sending tingles to the pit of her stomach.
“I’m looking forward to working with you.” She spoke with a Scandinavian accent; Sweden, Denmark perhaps? She certainly had the stereotypical features of a Scandinavian.
Abdul stood and left the room, probably to rub one off in the toilets. Jayne hoped she at least had it in her to await a hot bath this evening, somehow she doubted that would be possible.
Anita led the new girl toward Angela and Jayne peered over the desk, perving a look at her ass which filled her skirt. What she wouldn’t give to sink her teeth into that thing. In reality, she was a rival and one that should be despised. Yet all Jayne wanted to do was devour her. This would prove to be one tough final week at Carter & Co.
*
Astrid held the phone between her shoulder and ear while typing into the computer. “So Wilberforce are on board with us? Thought so – That’s great!”
“How do you like your tea?” Jayne asked, standing in front of her desk, tray in hand.
“Excuse me one minute, Martin.” She narrowed her eyes, scrunching skin between her brows. “I’m sorry?”
How awkward. Jayne already felt out of her depth being in the same room as her, but now, apparently attempting to keep her in full refreshment was bothering the girl. “Your tea – How do you like it?”
“Oh – No tea for me.” She looked back to the screen, but held a glass up in Jayne’s direction. “You can just fill this with water, thanks.”
Jayne took the glass and plodded from the room.
Upon entering the kitchen, Jayne dumped the tray on the counter and set the kettle to boil. “Just four and a half more days.”
It would be torture, that much was evident. Jayne had her carnal needs just like any woman but already, this majestic young woman made her feel helpless and out of her depth.
Jayne was a good looking woman. You’d have to be blind not to notice the attention she received from guys and girls alike regardless of the fact she dressed down most the time. A lifelong tomboy, the majority of her friends came from the gym. She hardly ever did typical girly stuff such as frequent beauticians or even the hairdresser. But none of that detracted from her looks, since she was naturally beautiful, her shoulder length brown hair perfectly framing a striking bone structure.
Jayne only slept with women and although she much preferred being in a relationship, recently she’d been having a sex dry spell, due to having no funds for a social life.
“Hi – Jayne wasn’t it?” Astrid poked her head in the room.
Shot from her daydreaming, Jayne whipped round to find herself toe to toe with the Goddess within the confines of the tiny kitchen. The faint scent of rose petals filled the air.
“Yes, I’m Jayne.” Would it be out of order to shake her hand again?
“Astrid. Pleased to meet you – again.” She held out her hand which Jayne took, not shaking, just holding. “I feel I must apologise. That was terribly rude of me.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I remember what it’s like to start in this place.” Jayne felt sad to let go of her hand, yet she knew she had to strike a balance between playing it cool and
For Jayne, the butterflies in her stomach and the dizziness in her head spoke for her lust – But not half as much as the aching sensation that breezed through her pussy.
The Goddess strode toward Jayne. Abdul puffed out his cheeks as he sneaked a peek at her legs. Or was it her ass?
“This is Astrid, your new colleague.” Anita said, who had blurred from Jayne’s vision.
Jayne rose from her chair, suddenly self-conscious and annoyed for bypassing the heels today. “Hello, I’m Jayne. Nice to meet you.” She leaned over her desk with an outstretched arm, grasping Astrid’s hand which she kept tight in to her body. Her skin was soft yet the grip was surprisingly firm. Jayne didn’t want to let go and she felt her pussy throb, sending tingles to the pit of her stomach.
“I’m looking forward to working with you.” She spoke with a Scandinavian accent; Sweden, Denmark perhaps? She certainly had the stereotypical features of a Scandinavian.
Abdul stood and left the room, probably to rub one off in the toilets. Jayne hoped she at least had it in her to await a hot bath this evening, somehow she doubted that would be possible.
Anita led the new girl toward Angela and Jayne peered over the desk, perving a look at her ass which filled her skirt. What she wouldn’t give to sink her teeth into that thing. In reality, she was a rival and one that should be despised. Yet all Jayne wanted to do was devour her. This would prove to be one tough final week at Carter & Co.
*
Astrid held the phone between her shoulder and ear while typing into the computer. “So Wilberforce are on board with us? Thought so – That’s great!”
“How do you like your tea?” Jayne asked, standing in front of her desk, tray in hand.
“Excuse me one minute, Martin.” She narrowed her eyes, scrunching skin between her brows. “I’m sorry?”
How awkward. Jayne already felt out of her depth being in the same room as her, but now, apparently attempting to keep her in full refreshment was bothering the girl. “Your tea – How do you like it?”
“Oh – No tea for me.” She looked back to the screen, but held a glass up in Jayne’s direction. “You can just fill this with water, thanks.”
Jayne took the glass and plodded from the room.
Upon entering the kitchen, Jayne dumped the tray on the counter and set the kettle to boil. “Just four and a half more days.”
It would be torture, that much was evident. Jayne had her carnal needs just like any woman but already, this majestic young woman made her feel helpless and out of her depth.
Jayne was a good looking woman. You’d have to be blind not to notice the attention she received from guys and girls alike regardless of the fact she dressed down most the time. A lifelong tomboy, the majority of her friends came from the gym. She hardly ever did typical girly stuff such as frequent beauticians or even the hairdresser. But none of that detracted from her looks, since she was naturally beautiful, her shoulder length brown hair perfectly framing a striking bone structure.
Jayne only slept with women and although she much preferred being in a relationship, recently she’d been having a sex dry spell, due to having no funds for a social life.
“Hi – Jayne wasn’t it?” Astrid poked her head in the room.
Shot from her daydreaming, Jayne whipped round to find herself toe to toe with the Goddess within the confines of the tiny kitchen. The faint scent of rose petals filled the air.
“Yes, I’m Jayne.” Would it be out of order to shake her hand again?
“Astrid. Pleased to meet you – again.” She held out her hand which Jayne took, not shaking, just holding. “I feel I must apologise. That was terribly rude of me.”
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I remember what it’s like to start in this place.” Jayne felt sad to let go of her hand, yet she knew she had to strike a balance between playing it cool and
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