Archive-name: Working/ansphone.txt
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Archive-title: Answering the Phone


This is one of the first stories I've posted.  The other one, The 
Neighbor's Wife, was posted to Alt.sex for me.  This story isn't 
yet finished; I've been pretty busy.  _Please_ give me feedback;
should I finish this, or stop wasting bandwidth??  I'm also always 
looking for new net.friends; drop me a note, and I'll do my best to 
respond.  Enough of this blather; here's the (as yet incomplete) 
story...


     When the summer started, I was feeling kind of down.  My
girlfriend from last summer had really brushed me off.  I guess
she found someone at college.  We both knew we were only having a
summer romance anyhow.  I guess I went too far expecting more
than one summer.  Oh well.
     Anyway, the summer job I ended up with was answering an 800
number with about a hundred other people-- what a great job.  The
only advantage, aside from reasonable hours and easy work, was
that a lot of college students worked there.  I ended up sitting
next to a fair number of fat old ladies, to be sure, but also sat
next to a nubile young thang or two as well.
     This particular experience, with Tiffany, sadly wasn't
repeated and, now that I've moved to Colorado, won't be.  Tiffany
was 18 or 19, blond, very attractive, and dressed to accent her
features.  She tended towards J Crew tshirts, which fit her
freckles and sandy blonde hair.  She wore short, tight skirts
fairly often, too, which _definitely_ complimented her legs.
     We sat next to each other only once a week, but sometimes
talked on breaks or at lunch.  Further, when we did sit together,
we were the only ones in the area.  So, while I didn't know her
very well, we at least were acquaintances.  One particular
evening was really slow, with five to ten minutes between calls. 
Tiffany seemed restless; she kept standing up, only to sit down
again.  I didn't particularly mind, as all the action made her
short, tight, black skirt and white blouse do _very_ interesting
things.  I could almost, but not quite, see her bra through the
blouse.  Finally, after about hour of this, she settled down and
started reading her book.
     At first, she was acting normally.  It took me a while to
consciously notice that whenever I  glanced over from my
computer, she seemed to be crossing and recrossing her legs.  She
was completely engrossed in her book.  Once I got done with the
call I had, I asked her what she was reading.  She flashed the
cover at me; it looked normal enough.  When I asked what it was
about, though, she just said, "It's about this guy." How
descriptive.  When I said that, she blushed a bit, but didn't
elaborate.  Instead, she reluctantly handed me the book.  
     I was surprised to find it opened to a really steamy sex
scene.  Tiffany didn't strike me as that type person. 
Nonetheless, I was pleasantly surprised.  I didn't read very far
(got a call), but I felt my cock start to harden.  I handed the
book back to her and grinned my "I'm a lech" grin.  I think she
caught the meaning, because she blushed prettily.  As I looked
over, I think she came to a decision and decided to be a bit more
brazen.  She had unbottoned her blouse to show off her cleavage
and was holding her book open with one hand.  The other was
sliding sexily up and down one thigh.  The next time I glanced
over, she arched her back and slid her hand slid over one breast. 
My cock was rock-hard by now.  
     I finally got rid of the caller and turned my full attention
to Tiffany.  As I said "Looks like you've got a good book there,"
she smiled at me, circled her hand around the other breast, and
got up to leave.  As she was walking away, she stopped and bent
over to make an unnecessary adjustment to her sandals. 
Coincidently, her skirt was somehow pulled up to show me the back
of a tanned thigh and hint of lacy bikini-style panties.  From
her wicked grin, she appreciated and expected my stare.  
     When she came back, hips swaying attractively, I didn't
notice anything different.  However, after she sat down, she
leaned over in my direction, opened her purse, and pointed at the
contents.  A white, lacy bra was there; covering part of the bra,
a pair of panties.  She closed her purse, but stayed leaned over
long enough for me to look down her blouse and see her puckered,
pink nipples.  I stood up, giving her a look at the bulge in my
pants, giving myself a better view down Tiffany's blouse.  After
her eyes took in my hard-on, I sat back down.  We "umm" and
"err"-ed a little bit; I guess neither of us was used to this
sort of teasing.  Again, we were interrupted by a call (pesky
thing, having to work at your workplace).  When we were both off
the phone again, Tiffany unbuttoned one more button on her blouse
and slipped a hand inside.  She turned so I could see her hand
play over her breast and lightly tweak her nipple.  
     We were both getting pretty hot and horny; luckily, we only
had a half-hour left (thank god for the occassional 4 hour
shift).  Tiffany spent most of that time further titilating me. 
She would stand up, turn away from me, and bend over, which gave
me only glimpse of her ass and pussy, but a great view of her
legs.  Then, she'd sit back down, but slowly cross and recross
her legs.  As it got closer and closer to quittin' time, she
showed me more and more, finally hiking her skirt up very short
and raising her legs to show me her wet pussy.  I leaned over and
kissed her lightly but passionately before running my hand along
one breast.
     Finally, we were off.  I didn't bother hiding my bulging
cock; we simply took off as quickly as possible.  After a quick
discussion, we decided to go to Tiffany's house; both of my
parents would be home, but hers were both conveniently out of
town.  Tiffany gave me quick directions to her house in case I
couldn't simply follow her home.  Luckily, we didn't see any cops
on the way to her house; the ticket could have been pretty steep.
     My cock was aching with desire as I climbed the Tiffany's
porch steps.  She was holding the door open and motioning me
through.  Once we were inside and the door was shut, we embraced
and started a long, passionate kiss.  Tiffany pressed her breasts
up against my chest and moaned deep in her throat as I grabbed
her hips and ground them against mine.  Her ass cheeks felt
amazingly firm against my hands; Tiffany has a small, tight ass. 
As she began grinding her hips against mine, undid the remaining
buttons on Tiffany's blouse.  We broke our kiss long enough to
strip our shirts off, then resumed our kiss.  I loved the feeling
of her breasts and hard nipples pressed against my chest.  After
tracing over the outsides of her breasts, I let my hands wander
down to Tiffany's hips, down past her skirt, and then up under
her skirt.  I could feel her wetness as each hand delved deeply
between her ass cheeks, probing to the place between her legs.  
     Tiffany snaked her left hand down to my hard cock and ran
along it's trouser-covered length.  I couldn't stand it any
longer; I stopped, stripped naked, and then watched as Tiffany
removed her last piece of clothing.  Tiffany grabbed me by my
jutting cock and led me back to her bedroom....

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