Free Babygirl and the Mean Boss by Pepper Pace Page A

tomorrow.”
     
                  She went to the restroom and then changed into an old t-shirt and a pair of athletic shorts.  S he didn’t hear the hum of the TV so she figured he must be unwinding in the weight room or behind his computer.  She climbed into bed marveling that his spare bed was a million times more comfortable then her real bed.  Hers was just a lumpy pull out job that she got from a second hand store. 
     
                  She sighed, feeling completely comfortable and at home.  Her mind began to drift and to replay all the new things that she’d learned about her boss.  Then, she remembered the way his hands had looked holding her breasts.  His skin was tanned and reddened from work, but still pale against the brown of her breasts.
     
                  Nicole pressed her thighs together, feeling her self flame back to life.  She didn’t  masturbate often because she found nothing to desire…but now, she imagined his lips closing over her nipples and her hand came up to stroke the hardened peaks.  She sighed as her hips began to roll .  She started to chuckle softly.  This was all so strange.  She was actually masturbating in Marty’s bed, but the thought was so sexy! 
     
                  Nicole’s fingers slid between the heated folds of her lower lips and she was amazed to feel that she was already slick with her desire.  She bit back a shuddered moan as her fingers began to work faster, her mind envisioning Marty doing things to her body that no man had done in years.  Her voluntary celibacy seemed ridiculous when just touching herself brought so much pleasure.  When she came, she muffled her cries into the pillow and spent a full minute trembling afterward.  God what was that man doing to her?
     
                  Marty watched the ceiling of his bedroom.  He hadn’t been interested in watching tv and too tired to concentrate on book keeping, so had just come up to bed while Nicole was still in the bathroom. 
     
                  Now h is covers were pooled at his feet , his fist was gripping his swollen dick and he was mentally counting the number of soft sighs that were coming f r om Nicole’s bedroom.  He thought about lifting weights or taking a cold shower.  But if he moved to get up then she’d know that he could hear everything she did…because she would hear him.
     
                  Damned vents that not only allowed for perfect eavesdropping, but amplification.  His dick was too hard to ignore and he stroked himself in time to her breathing, imagining that he was pushing inside of her causing those sighs.  Suddenly her sighs had changed into a low shuddering moan and Marty knew that she was cumming and he bit his lip hard enough to taste blood as he quickened his strokes.  It took everything in him not to cause the bed springs to squeak as he pumped rapidly into his closed fist.  One low grunt was all that marked his orgasm, that and a fistful of creamy white cum.
     
                  He quietly pulled off his t-shirt and cleaned up.  This is not good, this is not good, this is not good, he kept chanting in his mind.  How am I going to do this?
     
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                  Just as he said, Marty wasn’t home when she woke up.  The house felt empty without him.  She went through the refrigerator and found a cornucopia!  She nuked herself a ham, egg and cheese croissant and had a glass of o.j. and then went into the den to catch up on school work. 
     
                  It was very hard to concentrate.  Not only was she behind on her work, she also was having a hard time remembering the things that she had just been taught in school .  Trying to remember only caused her to develop a headache so she cut off the computer and left the room.  Call it forgetful or the accident but she realized that she was late on her