I’ve been working for a large computer company for about a year and a half. Being an intern here was a great experience for me. I learned a lot about the support of computer systems (the things I had to learn because I’m not a major CS). From I interned here, many other stagists came and went. Some really liked me, while others I was happy to avoid. Most of the other trainees were regional colleges, but there were a couple here and there from high school. Most of them were in different departments, though. Even so, there is a comaraderie among the “grunts” as we nickname, and we often spend our lunch hours together.

A lunch about a month ago, which was the beginning of the summer, I noticed the different new people in our files that would join us for the summer. Introductions were made and I quickly met most of the new interns. Being the “patriarch” of the stagisti (I worked there more than twice longer), I was asked many questions about how to work there would really be. I’m only asked this question about every new intern.

Although I have seen many interns come and go in my time, some take my attention. With some it is because they are excellent workers and I can trust them to do things. Others are really fun to go to lunch with. They make me laugh all the time. One, about two months after the beginning, had the most beautiful breast I’ve ever seen. Monica was another one. I couldn’t talk to her so much that day, because I was busy talking to everyone as a whole. It was obvious to the people he was dating high school.

Monica was breathtaking. It was about 5'4" (I am a bad judge of the height of other people. . could be anywhere from 5'2" to 5'5"). She had long brown hair and big brown eyes. It was very tanned (pretty impressive considering it was only the end of May). Her body looked pretty good, but I couldn’t say it because of the clothes she wore. Sometimes clothes aren’t everything that reveals. But I deduced everything was intangible because it was in high school. I thought the biggest one that could reasonably be is 17. That would take four years between us. Now, it might not make much difference when you’re much bigger, but now… (especially considering the age of consent is 18 in this well conservative state).

I worked for about a week before I met her in the building. I had to lose lunch for that week because I was out with system analyst at a customer site. I was in the email checking my mail and making a couple copies of a customer request form when it entered. He didn’t notice me right away, and he put some letters in their mailboxes. I said hello and she turned, scared.

“Oops, I’m sorry I scared you,” I said.

“Don’t worry. I didn’t see you when I walked in. "

“How’s your job going? "

She kept telling me she wasn’t too excited about her job. It was really boring for her. It was a “grunt” in the real sense of the word. He did all the work that no one else wanted to do, how to make copies for everyone in the branch, files, and deliver mail. If I hadn’t figured it out yet, he was in the administrative department.

I did my best to console her, telling her that it would be better how people realized that she could do a better job and more complicated tasks. I said that while I was leaving the mail while I went back to a work room to do more than my job. I was surprised when you followed me, continuing our conversation.

I sat down, and she said, “So it’s where you hid!” I explained I was in position last week. She said she was wondering what happened to me. I thought it meant he was looking for me. I was flattered. But not optimistic. We talked for a while and then she went back to her department.

We talked a couple more times in the next two weeks. Things were good. But I was reluctant to make any move because I didn’t want to compromise our work relationship. I thought nothing would evolve from it.

It was Friday afternoon, and I was just tiing up some loose issues on two different projects that I finished earlier that day. There was a knock at the door of the work room (I closed the door to turn off the noise from the marketing representatives chatting outside. I screamed for whoever came. Monica’s in.

We chatted about nothing in general. Then he stopped, he turned around, and eventually asked: “John, what are you doing tomorrow? Would you like to be together? "

I was upset. Plain and simple. I didn’t expect that.

“Ah… I’m sure, I’d like to. What did you have in mind? "

Turns out he didn’t think so early. We decided one day on the beach. We fixed a time and a place to meet, and then she left. I sat down and wondered what was really in his mind. She was beautiful, but she was still 17. I never felt bigger in my life. Having a young girl (relatively speaking) seems to like you somehow to a person.

I was on time. Actually, I was a little early. I didn’t mean to sound anxious, but I couldn’t help him. I waited and waited. She didn’t show up. I started thinking I was deceived. He bit me for about five minutes.

I heard my name being called out, but it was far enough to seem that it came from no specific direction. I turned around a few times to see if I could find the source. I finally saw her go. She was already on the beach. Looks like I wasn’t the only one who was anxious.

I went out and almost fell the towel. It’s a good thing my sunglasses have mirrors, because my eyes are very big to see it in the bikini. A little bikini.

He had some kind of small breast, but nothing to complain about. It was his legs. They were long, tanned and shaped perfectly. I was amazed. Absolutely. He woke me up from my revenge walking toward me and shyly embracing me. I whispered a greeting in his ear like all my inhibitions about his being 17 flew away.

We laid in the sun for about half an hour. She rested on her stomach for the rest of her life, taking a look at her ass. It was beautiful and narrow and well formed. It was clear she hadn’t been to college to experiment with “freshman 15.” He had what my friends and I were talking about as a high school ass. Nice.

She jumped up and shouted something about “the last is the rotten egg” and took off to the lake. I was awake and after her, but she still beat me. We ran and dove when the water was deep enough and headed towards the deepest water. We stopped when the water was behind me. He teased me about being the rotten egg and chased it. I threw it as much as I could when I took it. Soon I took her again just like she was cleaning water from her face.

I did it as if I wanted to send her back, but she put her arms around me and she approached. I realized we wouldn’t be on the beach for a long time.

He hugged me for a few minutes. I could feel her breast firm against my upper breast. I hugged her for what looked like 10 minutes. We finally broke up and started kissing her. Her lips were very full and very soft. They were hot too. Kisses started getting warmer and warmer before we finally broke the kiss. “I was wondering when you would finally do it,” he told me how he looked in the eyes.

“So this was just a plan to get me out and take advantage of me?” I asked through a smirk.

“Yes”

“Oh, okay, just check it out. "

We kissed a little more and then indicated he wanted to leave. “We go from here to a more private place” were his exact words, I think.

We returned to my apartment, a small two-bedroom apartment in the central part of the city. As soon as we arrived from the door, everything was abandoned by our hands and we met in a heated hug. After a couple of kisses, I heard her tongue “knocking” on my lips, so I separated my lips and met her tongue halfway. We’ve spread our languages for a long time. We wanted it; my tongue would have looked for his mouth and his tongue would have explored mine.

Meanwhile, our hands have explored their bodies. My hands lowered from his back to his gorgeous ass. I stroked both cheeks and found out it was just as solid and tight as it looked. He grabbed my ass.

Still with the lips, I took it and we slowly approached the bedroom. I took my time to get there, so I wouldn’t have bumped into something and killed us both.

I put it on my bed (actually a futon) and we continued to kiss. Soon, I’ve been so brave to take her top off. Of course they do clasps of those much less complex than Brazilians.

My hands washed the ribs and began to caress her breasts. I caressed the outside of each and moved my hands down. He grounded my chest in my hands, trying to get me to take more breasts in them. I wouldn’t have. I stroked the sides of them, slowly moving towards the inside. I could say she was getting more pussy than passion in her kisses.

I finally got to the nipple, and I started flicking with my thumb. At first contact, he complained quietly. I played with his nipples a bit and then moved my attention to the neck. I kissed her and licked her. Periodically, I would have moved and bit her ear. Trying to take my breath, I exhaled them in the ear and complained again. Apparently she liked to blow her ear. So I worked in my routine.

Shortly after I lost my shirt and played with my nipples. I was already hard and that made me harder. I slipped my hands in her bikini and patted her cheeks. I shook a hand between my legs and started to feel his clitoris. He almost screamed. At the same time I started sucking her nipples. She’s starting to squeeze against me. The hand moved to my horse and began to caress my penis. I was more daring and I was trying to get the bottom off. He pushed me away so I could get rid of them more easily. My boxes soon followed.

We just caressed. I played with his clitoris and then slipped a finger inside her. When I did, he would grab me even more, almost to suffer. I started slipping my finger in and out, and she started shaking. I could say she was on the threshold of an orgasm. Some run faster and then a really deep thrust with my finger and she trembled, her body shines with her orgasm.

He looked at me with a smile while I pulled my finger. " Would you like to have sex with me? "

I watched her for a second. He took me back on guard. I just announced. He kept positioning on my hips, but I stopped it for a second. I reached the bedside table and pulled out a condom. “We’ll need these so I’m not a father a few years before we’re ready. "

She just banged her head. “I’m on the pill.” He continued to explain that he really had cramps during his time, and the doctor prescribed her to remove the edge from them. Apparently it worked. I made sure she wanted to talk about it, and then I stuffed it on her back.

I went against the opening and tried to relax. I couldn’t. It was too tight. “Are you a virgin? "

“No, I had sex when I was 13. I did it a couple of times. I haven’t had sex since. "

I took my time. I moved my penis’s head between my lips, covering it with its lubrication, then I tried to get in again. It was so tight that it hurt a little bit. I ran my time. I retreated and pushed again, facilitating in little by little. I could tell her I was hurting her by a whip she left out, but she said to keep going. After about 5 minutes, I’ve been to the bottom.

We started very slowly, making sure you don’t hurt yourself. Soon we started to take a pace and our time collected. Her buds are a little louder and then she put herself in me, hugging me tightly. He screamed right next to my ear, almost deafening.

She let herself go. She whispered “Oh, my God.” I continued to push, although softer and at a much slower pace than before.

He looked at me. “That’s good!” We resigned because he wanted to try to be on top. When she turned up, she almost fell. All his strength was gone.

He put himself on top and he slowly addressed me. She slipped all my length and sospired with pleasure at the bottom. He started moving and his muses immediately hit a fever field. I pushed her in and I met her on her way down. After just a couple of minutes of this, he yelled again with orgasm. “My God! It’s incredible!” I might agree. I was very close to the security point.

“Can you take me from behind? I wondered what it was like, but I never did it like that,” he asked. I said yes and we moved the location again.

I found the hole and slipped right now. What a little lubrication will not do! I grabbed her hips and started pulling her back inside me, pushing at the same time. I could feel the pressure in my testicles starting to build, and I knew my turn was right around the corner. I started pushing feverishly, losing my pace sometimes. I slipped into her one last time, as much as I could as I came. He moaned while he felt my hot sperm in her.

Although I was spent, I continued to push, trying to build the excitement you received from hearing me come into her. I heard her vaginal muscles start tightening, and she started to groan strong. My thrusts have increased. I retired all the way, and then I pushed to the entrance. I heard her shudder body in my hands as she orgasms again. We fell apart and fell asleep early.

We woke up at 8:00. She looked at the watch and was worried about being home later than she promised. I told her to tell her mom we went out for dinner. He agreed. A few deep kisses and I took her back to the car. I kissed her again and stayed there while she ran away.