Young Office Love

Jean Simmonds the Office Manageress sat and gazed through the window, but her eyes were not on the mainly female staff working away in the outside office. Her eyes were once again glued on to young Tony Nash the new office boy. He was tall athletic, eighteen, and a star attraction for every young female in the office, all quietly for a number of different reasons craving his attention. On the surface Tony did not seem to know, or care that most of the girls were lusting after him as he went about his normal every day duties, no matter what little devious tricks the girls devised to attract his attention…

Little did Jean know that young Tony too had his fantasies? He was very much aware of the interest he was getting from the girls, and secretly enjoyed the attention. However, young women were no novelty to him, there had been no shortage of willing young girls at school willing to date him. However, after several boring dates with a variety of girls from his school, he had found that they all seemed to lack the maturity to make them satisfactory lovers, or even good companions. They all seemed more interested in clothes, make-up and pop stars. To have a boyfriend that other girls lusted after was to most of the young girls a kind of trophy. To have a boy friend that the other girls lusted after gave them status, but when it came down to doing the business in bed Tony had found that they almost all, lacked what it took to be a good lover.

A short two-week mad passionate love affair with his middle aged English teacher, who had fallen out with her army boyfriend, had channeled Tony’s interest in the direction of more mature women. This fantasy had been actively revived when he had come into contact with his new boss Jean Symonds. At the selection interview Tony had quickly developed the hots for her, but what to do about it was right outside of his experience. All he could do was to admire her from a distance and dream.

Jean herself was a woman who attracted attention from most men. At 35 she looked much younger, she was a natural blonde, slim and dressed conservatively but well. Even wartime clothes rationing had not really damaged her extensive wardrobe very much. She did not want older man, she craved young male flesh and she knew at just eighteen Tony was probably still a virgin, having wet dreams, and like most young men living in his own sexual fantasy land. She longed for the opportunity to have him as a lover to mould him, and to teach him the way to satisfy her own very demanding sexual needs.

It was 1943 and most of the younger men were away at the war. Eligible males were in very short supply. Jeans husband to her immense relief was away on active service in Egypt. Tony was very definitely in her fantasy age band; he was everything she dreamed about. Since first employing him two weeks before, she had gone to sleep in her lonely bed at nights dreaming about having him make love to her, in her own bed, to have him available when she wanted him. .

But today she felt that she was desperate enough to do something about it. She looked at her watch and she knew that in about five minutes Tony would arrive with her morning coffee. She suspected that if she did not make a move soon, she would lose any faint chance she had of getting him into her life. If she could not have him, then she was determined none of those lecherous young girls out there in the office would have him.

A few moments later there was a timid knock on the door and Tony entered with her coffee on a tray Jean gave him a big warm welcoming smile
“Ah Tony sit down a moment, I want to have a little chat with you.”
Tony nervously sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the desk, wondering just what he had done wrong.
“No Tony dear, come round and sit by me here.” Jean said as she pulled a chair so that Tony would be sitting next to her almost behind her desk.

Tony sat down in the chair by her desk and to her delight she saw that Tony had quite a bulge in his groin. She looked him in the eyes, and then deliberately looked down again at his pants.
“Tony do you have an erection?
Tony blushed profusely and before he could reply Jean reached out and very tenderly fondled the obvious bulge.
“Did I do this to you Tony?”
Tony just nodded as he dropped his eyes and blushed even more.
“I am sorry Mrs Symonds.” He half whispered.

“Does this mean that you fancy me Tony?”
Tony sort of nodded and stuttered. “I really am so sorry Mrs Simmonds.”
Jean just laughed, “Tony I am not. I am really flattered. Does this mean that you would like to have a date with me?”
Tony nodded and then said. “Yes Mrs Simmonds I’m very sorry but I can not help it. I think you are lovely.”
Jean smiled again. “Of course you can’t help it, and don’t worry Tony dear I must admit I would like to have a date with you too, although you must realise that I am quite a bit older than you.”
Tony seemed to pluck up quite a bit of courage at this point.
“I know that Mrs Simmonds but I fancied you right from the day I first saw you at the job interview.”
“Thank you Tony I think that’s lovely. So would you like us to have a date with me after work tonight? If you stay behind, then we can do something together, or perhaps arrange something. Would you like that? But we must not tell anyone about it. Promise?”
Tony said. “I promise and thank you Mrs Simmonds.” as he stood up.
“Please call me Jean when we are alone Tony.”

The rest of the day went slowly for Jean, as she pondered on how she was going to handle the situation. Her bold approach that morning had paid off, and watching the office outside Tony seemed to be handling the situation quite well, although she noticed that she got a few more glances than normal from him.

It was just turned six o clock that evening when the office went quiet. Jean had already told the caretaker that she intended to stop late and she would lock up. Tony was waiting nervously when she called him into the office and locked the door. The blackout curtains were already in place.

Jean did not waste any time she put her arms round his neck and she started to kiss him, putting her arms round his neck as she pulled him down on to the couch in her office. Then without speaking she got her hands busy unbuttoning the flies on his trousers until she managed to bring his hardness into the open. She was very pleasantly surprised as it was by any standard quite large, and especially so on a teenage boy, so much so that Jean was almost quite speechless herself.

“Tony I feel it is quite a compliment to think you have these sort of feelings for me and I do appreciate it. “Do you want to make love with me?” Tony said? Oh yes please Jean!”
Jean looked at him and then asked. “ Are you a virgin Tony?”
Tony said just shook his head and quietly said “No Mrs Simmonds.”

Jean swiftly pushed his pants to the floor, helping him unbutton his shirt as the rest of his clothes followed. Then she quickly undressed herself.
“Tony dear that is real King size cock.” She said, as Tony wrapped his arms round her, nuzzled her and gently pushed her back on to the couch

Jean smiled invitingly up at him, as she parted her legs as she held her arms up to him.
“Come on Tony dear. Let’s see just how good you really are.”
As Tony leaned forward Jean’s hand was waiting eagerly to guide him inside her. This was no time for foreplay, as he with some initial difficulty gently pushed deep inside her, stretching her as she received him.

“No darling it’s too much - let me come on top.” Jean told him, as she rolled him on to his back, without losing him. She sat up straight lowering herself back down on to him, and then she leaned over to kiss him, behind the curtain of her hair that hung down around their faces, her body swaying slowly and rhythmically as she moved.

She rode up and down Tony's long cock, pushing herself closer and closer to the brink with each careful stroke. Then she leaned way back feeling his cock pushing into her, the slightly different position, bringing new pressures and responses that raced through their bodies, bringing a climax that came almost simultaneously.

She slumped forward onto him, smiling and passionately kissing his face, as she tried desperately to get her breath back, as strange but very welcome feelings started running through her body. Dragging her hard nipples up his chest, she put them against his mouth, one after the other. He held them in his lips and teeth while Jean gripped tightly onto the last inch of his straining cock.

The rest of the evening was a time that would live in her memory for years to come, as time after time they brought each other to new peaks of passion and to new heights of ecstasy. Time after time she skillfully slowed him down, carefully and lovingly prolonging this delicious agony.

It was the sound of an air raid siren wailing in the distance which finally made her realise they had to stop, but she could not resist one last go. She straddled him, her body covered in perspiration she sat her weight down on him, forcing him right up inside her as far as he could go, Jean could feel his cock touch her deep inside.

Completely filled with his long hot rigid cock, Jean relished the feeling of being pinioned there on his hot cock, her body was on fire as she squeezed her own breasts and twisted her nipples gently but insistently, taking the maximum pleasure from her efforts. Then eventually she felt his body tense again beneath her and she knew he was about to come again.

She stopped moving, trying vainly herself to prolong their act, but it was rolling on to the inevitable and to one of the most enjoyable climax’s of her life, even as she sat still feeling his cock getting even harder and even bigger inside her. It felt too good to stop it, now, and she didn't really want to.
He looked up at her flushed face and made a little animal sound, as his juices rushed from him and flooded up into her. When she felt him begin to gush inside her, she had no option but to follow him into the waves of pleasure as her muscles gripped his pumping cock.

Jean felt weak and totally exhausted as she lay down on Tony's chest while the warm rhythm pounded through them both. When it was done, he felt even bigger inside her than when they had started, and Jean was a little sore as she eased up off of him and flopped down on top of him. A hot glow was in her now, that spread out through her from deep inside. Their juices ran down her thigh on to the couch, and she lay contentedly her head on his shoulder.