Archive-name: Working/ansphone.txt Archive-author: 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.... --