4:21 p.m. :: 2003-12-02
The wonder of Karrie
Andrew had never been impressed by anyone or anything.
He'd met celebrities, but considered them just people. He'd flown around the world, but felt blase about things like the Pyramids and the Eiffel Tower. He'd fucked Playboy Playmates, supermodels, actresses of reknown - nice to be with, but all in all, just another piece of ass.
When Andrew met Karrie, it all changed.
He met her when she temped in the steno pool. At first, she wasn't his type. More curves than his usual fuck partners. Big round tits, obviously encased in lacy bras. Skirt just a little TOO short and "fuck me" heels. A brassy, loud but fun - way of talking.
Andrew noticed EVERYTHING about Karrie and that puzzled the beejeezus out of him.
He pushed back his dark brown hair out of his eyes and adjusted his glasses. He was deep into some paperwork when he heard an "ahem". Looking up, Karrie was there with a cup of coffee.
"I figured you needed this!," she said, handing it to him with a smile.
"Yeah, thanks!," he smiled in return. "Your last day huh?"
"Yup!", she said. "Back to the Temp Agency so I can find work to keep Mom and I afloat."
He looked at her, sexy without even knowing it. "You support your Mom?"
"Yup!," she said again. "When dad walked out, it threw her for a loop she never recovered from. Her and I since I was 16."
Andrew was impressed. He'd never HAD to work, he'd chosen his life. This girl, poor or not, had class and style.
"Care to have dinner?," he asked on an impulse, one that surprised him. Her too, from the look that came over her face. Then a lopsided grin appeared. "Sure."
Dinner was simple, but nice. A local steak house, some idle chatter. But he listened attentively. Karrie was making him aware of the real world for the first time and he liked it. He realized that he'd been high in the Ivory Tower for way too long.
He wanted to walk her home, but she was cold, so they took a cab. She didn't give an address he recognized though - and was puzzled when they arrived at a local hotel.
She leaned forward and kissed him, hard, with the passion of a woman in lust. He'd never had a kiss this nice, it left his brain reeling.
"I want you and I want our first time together to be nice, okay?," she asked him. He nodded. They paid the cabbie and went in together.
The hotel was fine, not four-star, but good for their needs. He undressed and draped his suit over a chair. She did the same, but what he saw made him hotter than hell.
Her body was all curves, all woman. Her tits were round and full, with sexy dark pink nipples. She wore a black lace bra that barely held them in, and when she removed it, they jiggled sexily. She had little fat, and her pussy was bare and sexy. She wore stockings instead "Hate Pantyhose" she said - and the shoes were pure "fuck me" heels.
Karrie pushed Andrew down on the bed. She raked her nails across his flesh. She kissed him, licked him, devoured him. Her tongue and teeth were magic on his throbbing cock. Her taste, her pussy, even her sweat, was sexual and liquid. They licked and lapped and sucked on each other.
Fucking was even better. She rode him, bouncing up and down on his shaft like a cowgirl at a rodeo. Her pussy muscles milked at him, but he held back. He fucked her from behind, squeezing and playing with her tits as he did so. "Fuck me Andy!!!," she yelled, him not minding the nickname. He fucked as he was told, hard and strong and passionate. He'd never had sex this good, this intense.
They came together - shuddering, quivering orgasms that suffused their entire being. He held her close, breathing in the smell of her, the feeling of this woman in his arms, a woman he did not intend to let go.
"I need a personal assistant!," Andrew said, smiling at her. "Do you take dictation?"
She smiled back and hit him with a pillow.
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