His Innocent Love | 18+

Chapter 2

I feel my face heat up for real as I realize how soaking wet I'm getting at the thought of him soaping that perfect body, the angular torso I just caught a glimpse of before the door cruelly shut. I close my eyes as I imagine the water running down the angles of his strong frame in rivulets. Streams of steaming water cascading over his ass. Soap following, frothy bubbles making their way down his perfect body.

Squirming in my chair, I notice my pantyhose make little scurr-scurr sounds. An image pops into my mind of Sawyer and me together in there, my hands roaming over his hard body feeling every inch of his soft skin stretched taut over cut muscles. His big cock—because it's gotta be big, right?—just waiting for me to wrap my hands around it, to wrap my lips around it.

Oh, God.

My hand reaches down to hike up my skirt, but I stop myself, shaking my head.

I can't do this here. It's my first day—my first five minutes alone—and I'm practically playing with myself in the little office Aileen has taken the time to make pretty for me. I wish again that I had something to keep my mind busy. But in all honesty, I'm too turned on—I need to think of something else. I look at the window for a distraction and notice a billboard for men's cologne.

Goddamn it. Of course the model looks a bit like Sawyer, but without those beautiful golden eyes.

The billboard only adds another dimension to my fantasy as I hear the water shut off from the other side of the wall. Thinking of the way Sawyer smells and how good he would smell steaming and damp, clean and sexy, just out of the shower.

This. Is. Hell.

This is my new job, and it's going to be hell.

What did I get myself into? Why the fuck did I tell David his daughter could work here?

What was I thinking?

Dammit, dammit, dammit.

I screwed up this time. I always ignored Mia... at first because she was just a kid and kids aren't my thing, and then once she got older because I knew she would be trouble. I should have stuck with that strategy. Her body is so sweet, so sexy, but she's still so innocent that the combination drives me wild.

Damn her father for putting me in this position. Still, how could I say no to my best friend?

It's tough out there these days, and if I can give Mia a jump-start in life, I owe it to David for being such a good friend over the years. Good friend or not, he would probably kill me dead on the spot if he knew what I'm thinking about his precious little daughter. How I'm imagining taking her over my knee and slapping that round ass. Anyone with eyes can see that she's not that little anymore. At least not in the places that count.

I'm a grown man, and my body recognizes—no, not just recognizes—stops and pays full attention to a beautiful woman, no matter who she is. This girl, who just happens to be my best friend's daughter, is a full-blown sex bomb and she doesn't even know it. Sure, she might have an idea, somewhere in that sweet little head of hers, who she will become, but she's not there yet. When that day arrives, she'll be able to have any man—anything—she wants. But it will take a real, experienced man to tease it out of her.

A man like myself.

I brush by them. Mia is busy with Aileen, and I'm trying not to stare at the way her skirt pulls taut across the two round mounds of her ass.

Don't stop. Don't stare.

Don't. Go. There.

I keep my eyes straight ahead as I step into my office, then pull off my tank as I shut the door. I've only just walked by the girl, and I'm hard as a fucking rock.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

This is going to make work really easy, isn't it? I have to focus on this conference call, and all I can think of is bending this girl over my desk, and plunging into her sweet little pink pussy.

Kicking off my shoes,I go into my private bathroom with the shower stall. Slipping out of my shorts, I watch my hard-on bounce as it gets free from the waistband. I don't think I've been this hard in years. Maybe not ever. I wrap a hand around the shaft and give a couple of quick strokes before letting go again.

There's only one thing I can do.

I have to take care of this monster, or I'm not going to be able to work. Fuck. I feel like I did when I was a teenager, and Mia is just barely out of being a teen.

I turn the handle, and soon the shower fills with comforting steam. I step inside and close my eyes, letting my imagination take over.

What if she just stumbled in here?

"Oh sorry, Sawyer. I thought this was the closet, "she might say, and I would stand there, naked, looking at her, letting her look at me.

"This is my private bath. It wasn't included on your tour around the place?"

In my fantasy, she eyes my cock and licks her lips. "I don't think I was given the complete tour..."

"Would you like it? I'd love to personally show you around every inch."

"Are you sure I'm ready for the company secrets?" she asks, trembling as I slide off her jacket and unbutton her shirt slowly. Bit by bit, I'm revealing expanses of creamy flesh, the tops of her breasts, the lace of her bra.

"I've never been surer of anything," I answer, as I feel her little fingers curl around my throbbing cock and begin to pump slowly, the skin moving deliciously over the hard length.

The water is getting a little hot, so I adjust the temperature of the multiple rain shower heads before getting back to my fantasy, and fisting my cock. A little shampoo works well to lubricate my hand, all the better to imagine Mia dropping to her knees before her little pink mouth takes it in, the head overwhelming her a bit before she gets the hang of it and begins licking the underside, teasing and caressing it with her tongue. She feels so good. At least in my imagination. I might as well go completely wild with this, get it out of my system before it takes over.

Would she be that inexperienced? Yeah, I think she might be. Sure, she's been to college, but she still looks like such a good girl. And it's merely a fantasy, after all.

I moan a little as I imagine her doing the same thing, trying to keep myself appropriately quiet for the office but even just in my mind the feeling of her licking and sucking and that pink mouth struggling makes my balls tighten and I know I'm going to come, and it's going to be faster and harder than I have in a long time.

This girl is turning me into some kind of teenager. I want her, and I want her now.

My ass tightens and the head of my cock quivers, and before long I can barely bite back crying out her name before cascades of seed decorate the black tile of my private shower.

"Oh, fuck," I say, still jerking a bit, as I regard my blurry reflection in the steamed up shaving mirror. "You dirty old man. I didn't think you were such a goddamned perv," I tell the stubbled face with very light lines starting to form. "You're not a teenager anymore, even if she makes you feel like one."

But I do feel better. More clear-headed, more able to handle such a sexy little tease in the office.

Who knows, maybe it'll be good for me, give me some of the eye of the tiger, you know?