Her Dad’s Best Friend

She stands up and reaches behind her to unzip her skirt. The position is pushing her breasts out, and they didn't need it. Her young breasts are firm, full, and perky, the sort of thing that you find in a centerfold. Her buttons are straining to contain her breasts, and I can see some hints of smooth, golden brown skin.

She's wearing a tiny black lace thong that barely covers anything. She's standing there, her face flushed, uncertain of what's going to happen next. Her skirt is on the ground.

"I can't touch you, Camilla. I can't do it while you're on the payroll."

"Then why is my skirt off?" She blinks at me, a hint of fear in her brown eyes.

"Because you're going to touch yourself, Camilla."

She gasps a little, her eyes getting big. "But I...I've never..."

"You've never masturbated in front of anyone else before?"

She nods.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen," she whispers.

Nineteen. So young. I have no business doing this with a girl that young.

But there's a devil inside me that says, "Put your hand in the front of your panties."

I watch as her hand settles on the front of the sweet junction of her thighs.

"Now rub your clit until you come."

"Standing?"

I motion to the couch in my office.

"Laying down. Spread your legs."

She walks over to the couch, her hand still trapped in her thong, and she lays down. Her legs are far apart now, and I bless her regular yoga practice.

"Like this?"

The thong is annoying me, obstructing my view of her pussy.

"Take your thong off."

She takes her hand out and pulls off her thong.

"And your shirt."

She unbuttons each button slowly. Her hands are shaking. Arousal, excitement, and a hint of fear, I think. Anybody could come up to my door and find it locked. It wouldn't take a genius to realize that Camilla was inside my office with me.

Her generous breasts are filling up a black lace push-up bra. God, I want to take those luscious mounds into my mouth. I clench my fists.

Three more days. Then I can have her every way that I want.

"Pleasure yourself," I order. "I want to see you come on my couch while I read one of your emails to you."

Her eyes meet mine as her hand goes between her legs again. Soon, she's rubbing herself back and forth, back and forth. I have to unzip myself before my pants strangle my erection. I'm slowly stroking myself to the sight of her spread out on my couch.

The smell of her arousal fills the air. I can feel myself release a little pre-come.

I can't believe the suit he was wearing today. He's always hot, Kels, but today he was a god.