At First Sight

by Riley Ashby

  “Well, you can expect plenty more where that came from.” I swiped my thumb across her bottom lip and kissed her again. “Now get back to work. I can’t have my favorite employee slacking off.”

  She giggled. “I need my pantyhose back.”

  “They tore when I pulled them down. Besides, I’d like to keep them. A little reminder for when I’m in here later jerking off at the thought of you.”

  I only smiled as she flushed an even deeper shade of red. I gave her ass a little smack as she turned to open the door, and she smiled at me over her shoulder as she closed the door behind her.

  My slacks were down around my thighs a second later as I stumbled back to my desk with one hand on my cock, the other reaching for my tissue so I didn’t spill my cum all over the carpet. My hand jerked across my hard rod as I licked my lips once more, lapping up the last of her taste lingering on my lips. God, her pussy had looked so tight. Her legs squeezed around me so hard when she came, and her hands had dragged my face tight against her pussy so I didn’t miss a single drop. There was no way what she felt was half as good as what I did, knowing I made her shake like that. I wrapped the tissue around my cock not a moment too soon, imagining how much softer my Amanda’s lips would feel wrapped around it later.

  That was reckless, eating her out in my office. Up against my door, no less. But what was I supposed to do when she looked at me so sad and asked why I hadn’t gotten into that cab with her? I couldn’t stand to see her disappointed—and I sure as hell didn’t want her leaving my office that way.

  I cleaned myself up and tucked my still-stiff cock back into my pants, counting down the hours until I could see her again.

  Amanda

  Sadie came over on Saturday morning to help me get ready. I hadn’t told her what happened in Jason’s office, obviously, but she had noticed I wasn’t wearing panty hose when I got back to my desk. She raised her eyebrow but said nothing.

  She was helping me decide what one wears to go on a date where the guy will be shooting tiny balls of paint at you. We decided on an old pair of jeans, torn at the knees but still fitted around my hips and a plain white T-shirt.

  “Hang on,” she said, and grabbed the fabric at the small of my back. She twisted it into a little knot so my belly-button just showed above the waistline of my jeans.

  “No way!” I tried to undo the knot, but she slapped my hand away. “I can’t go on a date with him only half-dressed at the start.”

  “You’re not half-dressed,” she said with a sigh. “And we both know he’s seen a lot more of you than your belly-button, so I think you’re past the modesty part of your relationship.”

  I flushed a deep red. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  “Sure, and you just decided to take off your panty hose halfway back from his office. You little office slut.”

  I whirled on her, shocked, but she was grinning ear to ear.

  “You’re adorable. I can see why he likes you.”

  I turned back to the mirror and tucked my hair behind my ears. “Are you sure he does? Like, he doesn’t just think I’m an easy mark because I drank a lot at the party?”

  “Amanda, in the three years I’ve been working with Jason, I’ve never once heard him mention a woman of any kind. You’re the first person he’s been with, and he’s flaunting you around the office like a trophy. I hear him talking about you to all the other execs and recommending you for additional training. If he wanted an easy mark, he would have gone home with you while you were tipsy. I think he wants something a little more.”

  She held up her left hand and pointed to her ring finger, mouthing trophy wife at me in the mirror. I laughed out loud just as the doorbell rang.

  “He’s early!” I scrambled for my purse and my phone, only half charged, while Sadie hid in my bedroom.

  “Have fun tonight!” she whisper-screamed at me as I turned the doorknob

  But it wasn’t Jason at my door. Lounging against the doorframe with a blunt hanging from one corner of his mouth was the last person I wanted to see today or any other day—my ex.

  “Logan,” I growled, waving my hand in front of my face to clear away the heavy marijuana smell. The last thing I needed was for my boss to think I was smoking right before he took me out. “What are you doing here?”

  “What, a guy can’t drop in on his girlfriend to say hi?”

  “I’m not your girlfriend,” I said a little louder, hoping Sadie would poke her head out here and lend me a hand. “We broke up months ago. I told you not to come around here again.”

  He looked me up and down instead of replying. “You going somewhere?”

  I stepped back and folded my arms across my chest. “Actually, I have a date.”

  He stood up straight and put out the blunt on the wall, leaving a burn mark, before sticking it into his pocket with a frown. “Like hell you do. I’m not letting my girl go out with some stranger.”

  “I’m not a stranger, and she’s not your girl.”

  Logan whirled around and I breathed a sign of relief at the sound of Jason’s voice. He was standing just behind Logan, so close they bumped chests. Logan was at least a head shorter than Jason, and he tilted his head back to meet Jason’s eyes. He lifted one side of his lips in a sneer. “Yeah, well, we’ll see about that.”

  I held my breath, waiting for them to start fighting right here in my doorway, but Logan sidled away as he pulled a new joint out from behind his ear.

  “I’ll be back for you, Amanda. This prick isn’t good enough for you.”

  The door to my building slammed shut, and I allowed myself to exhale. In a second, Jason was next to me, hands running along my arms as he looked me up and down.

  “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?” He pulled me into a hug without waiting for a reply. “God, I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I should have known…”

  “How could you?” I hugged him back. “You don’t even know him, and I wasn’t expecting him to show up here. I’m so glad you arrived when you did.”

  He pulled back from me so he could look at my face. “Are you sure you’re all right? We don’t have to go out. We can stay right here, order in.”

  My mind flashed to Sadie hiding in my bedroom. “I still want to go on our date, Jason. Let me get a drink of water first?”

  “Of course. Here, sit I’ll get it for you.”

  He led me to one of my kitchen chairs and retrieved a glass without asking me what cabinet they were in, filling it with water from the pitcher in the fridge instead of the sink.

  “How do you know where everything is in here?” I asked. I should probably worry that he seemed to know the layout of my apartment as well as I did, but it made my heart feel warm. Like he already belonged here.

  It was his turn to blush a little. “I may have grilled Sadie and made her tell me everything she knows about you so I wouldn’t make an ass of myself today.”

  I raised an eyebrow as I sipped the water. Jason crouched in front of me so we were at eye level. “Including the location of my cups.”

  He shrugged one shoulder. “I like to be thorough.”

  I hid my smile in the glass as I finished my water. I couldn’t help my happiness as he busied himself to take care of me. I usually did everything for myself. I didn’t have a lot of friends besides Sadie, and I had only met her a few weeks ago. When I got sick, I had to drag myself to the drugstore for medicine and canned soup. I had a sudden vision of Jason fluttering around me while I laid on the couch with a sore throat, bringing me hot tea and tissues.

  “I’m feeling much better now, thank you. Shall we paintball?”

  His wide grin split his face as he sprang to his feet and offered me his hand. “Your chariot awaits. Let’s get you dirty.”

  Jason

  Amanda wasn’t lying about not having gone paintballing before. I tried to suppress my joy at getting to be the person to introduce her to everything, showing her how to use the gun and making sure all her prot
ective gear was on right. I paid special attention to the goggles, tightening the strap to ensure no paint would sneak into her striking eyes. But as we stepped into coveralls meant to protect our clothes from the paint, the reality of the date I’d chosen for us sank over me. I was about to her into an area full of people with guns—albeit ones that didn’t fire real bullets. What was I thinking? There were a million ways she could get hurt on this kind of event. I needed to make sure no one had the chance to shoot at her.

  “Don’t shoot me on accident.” Her smile was wide, but I had to force a grin as we walked into the area where a bunch of strangers were waiting to pummel us with projectile latex.

  I ran in front of her and took out every enemy combatant coming our way. We dodged and ducked and weaved between obstacles and our fellow teammates. I wanted to grab her hand and help her along, but we were both holding our paint guns. I praised myself for taking the time to practice after work this week. All my shots landed, and I was single handedly carrying our team to victory. Amanda fired off a few ineffectual shots at people I’d already marked.

  “Great job!” I praised her without turning around, completely focused on looking out for new threats. How many people were still out there that would hurt her?

  “You should let me actually take someone out,” she retorted. There was no ignoring the annoyance in her voice. So she’d noticed my over vigilance, then.

  Sadie had told me more about Amanda than she knew. She wasn’t one to take things lying down; she liked to be in charge of her life. It went against my natural instincts to care for her in everything we did, but I wanted her to have fun on this date. If I screwed this up, there might not be a second one, even if I did give her an excellent orgasm in my office.

  I pulled her behind an overturned table, shots raining against the top at our backs as enemies fired at us a moment too late.

  “Sorry,” I said. “I’m realizing how stupid it was to bring you here. I’m so stressed out worrying someone’s going to hurt you.”

  Her face softened, and she squeezed my hand. “You don’t need to worry about me. I can take a couple of hits as well as anyone else. I want a chance to earn my stripes.”

  I flashed her my famous lopsided grin. “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got.”

  We peeked out from behind the table to survey the area. I spotted another player crouching behind a fake rock and tapped her arm to direct her attention.

  “Okay, aim like this…” I helped her set up her sight, then dropped my hand from hers just as she pulled the trigger. The kid jumped as she hit him square in the back.

  “I did it!!” She pumped her fist in the air just as the two of us were hit with a barrage of paintballs from the opposing team. I looked at Amanda’s face immediately to see if she was hurt. She winced for a second, then laughed. “Dang it! Just as I was getting the hang of it all.”

  “And now you’ve got paint on your face.” She smiled as I wiped at her cheek, smearing the paint even worse instead of cleaning it away. “Let’s take a break and try again.”

  The next two rounds went even better. Amanda had good aim, and I grew less concerned about protecting her. I focused on giving her more cover so she could take out our attackers. By the third round, we took out eight other players before being tagged ourselves.

  I let my arm fall around her waist as we walked back to my car after changing out of the coveralls and returning our equipment. Without the air conditioning, we broke into a sweat immediately under the hot summer sun. Despite the humidity, the exposed skin of her waist turned to goosebumps under my fingers, but she leaned into me instead of pulling away. When we stopped at the car, I spun her to face me before opening the door.

  “Are you hungry?” I was going mad being so close to her. I took a step forward unconsciously, pressing her back against the car, then she jumped forward against my chest.

  “That’s hot,” she said with a laugh. I caught her around the waist when she tried to back away again, and she wrapped her hands around my neck.

  “I am a little hungry,” she confessed. “We could order a pizza?”

  I smiled. She wanted to go back home, not out to a restaurant.

  “Whatever my lady desires.” I stepped back to open the door, but she pulled my head down and kissed me right there in the parking lot.

  Every other need or desire fled from my body as she opened her mouth to grant my tongue access. I moaned and clutched her closer, letting my hands slide up her back beneath her shirt, sliding through the light sheen of sweat coating her back. I was dying to rip off that fabric and see if her tits were as perfect as I imagined, if they lived up to the fantasies I’d been torturing myself with ever since I saw her in that pink bikini. I was getting hard right there in the parking lot. Instead of pulling away as any decent person would have, I pressed forward so she could feel how crazy she was making me.

  She gasped a little as I pressed into her belly, one hand dropping from my neck to reach between us and place her hand over my length.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered, and I smiled. Her hand left a few inches of my dick uncovered, not to mention how big I was in her tiny palm.

  “You like it big, baby?”

  She shuddered a little. “I don’t know what I like.” She bit her lip and looked up at me. I held my breath, hoping I knew exactly what her next words would be. “I’m a virgin.”

  I swallowed to try to contain my urge to jump up and down with joy. This perfect creature had saved herself for me all these years. I would be the first and only man to take her. The thought almost made me cum right there in my pants.

  “Don’t you worry, angel. We’ll make it feel good.” I kissed her again before opening the car door and helping her in. “But first, let’s get you fed.” I winked right before I closed the door. “You’ll need the energy.”

  Amanda

  I expected Jason to take me back to my place, but he turned a few streets too early and pulled into a neighborhood of houses larger than I ever hoped to live in. My jaw dropped as we rolled into a three-car garage attached to a two-story house with a fenced-in backyard.

  “Are you okay?” Jason laughed as he turned off the car and reached for my hand.

  “I had no idea you lived here,” I said. “The outside of this house is so gorgeous.”

  “Thank you. I worked hard to earn it. I wanted to make sure I had a good house where I can raise a family.” The way he looked at me as he said it caused me to blush and turn my head.

  He helped me inside and directed me to a bathroom so I could wash my face while he ordered a pizza. We ate outside on his patio, his dog sniffing around us for scraps until Jason started tossing a ratty tennis ball for him. The air became cool and comfortable as the sun set. Once we finished, and the dog was snoring heavily in his bed, we moved inside to watch some TV. One of Jason’s arms was around my shoulder, the other on my knee. I let my hand fall to the inside of his thigh. My fingers brushed the length of his cock; I suspected he had never fully lost his erection since we left the parking lot. Lord, he really was big.

  He nuzzled my head and spoke in low tones, as if reading my mind. “I promise you, we’ll make it fit.”

  I shivered a little at the tingling between my legs, the same feeling I’d had the night we met and right before he went down on me in his office. My nipples hardened to stiff peaks inside my bra.

  “Is it okay that I’ve never done it before?” I couldn’t meet his eyes as I spoke. I worried he wouldn’t want to be with me anymore. Why would he want to sleep with someone inexperienced? Surely there were plenty of attractive women out there who knew what to do in bed. They would make sure Jason had a good time. Inside the office I liked to act in control and like I knew what I was doing, but being with Jason made me shed all those defenses. I hoped I could make him half as happy as he was making me right now, and we weren’t even doing anything.

  He slipped his fingers under my chin and tilted my head up toward him. “Baby, it makes me
so hard to know I’m going to be the first one inside you. And do you know what?”

  He leaned down and kissed me before I could answer, probing for access to my mouth with his tongue as his hand slipped down my neck, then my chest, and squeezed my breast. I moaned and twisted toward him.

  “I’m going to be the only man ever to touch you there. After I take your virginity, baby, you’re never going to want anyone else.” He sucked on the skin of my neck, sending the tingling in my sex to a full blown fire. I could feel how wet I was getting, how swollen my pussy lips were. I needed him to touch me. “Do you think you’re ready to get fucked by the one and only man you’re ever going to want?”

  He pulled back to look at me as he said this. I thought for a moment at what his words implied. Did he want to get married? That was crazy. We had just met a week ago and only had one date. But then, I already felt so safe and at home when I was with him. He was a great boss and an even better friend and listener. And shit, given that he’d gifted me with my one and only orgasm while I leaned against the door of his office, he was definitely the best lover I’d ever had.

  I didn’t care if it was stupid or unrealistic. I’d known from the moment I saw Jason that he was someone special. However far he was ready to take this, I would go right along with him.

  With the sexiest look I could manage, I nodded.

  He attacked me with his lips, sending me onto my back as he covered me with his body. His heavy weight pressed me into the couch as he held my head still, sucking on my lips, then kissing my jaw, then trailing his tongue along my collarbone. He rubbed his hips against my pussy as I spread my legs wider. I groaned as he grew harder and longer against me, remembering just how big he felt in my hand hours before.

  “Oh God, Amanda, I’ve wanted you so much.” He slid his hands underneath my shirt, pushing it up over my breasts, but he didn’t stop there. He pulled down the cups of my bra to suck on my nipples one by one, all the while continuing to grind against me.