Lunch Break Fun

Sam struggled to contain himself as he walked back over to the worksite. Unfortunately when he got to his work area he found Casey standing there, waiting for him. He quickly tried to hide his erection from her. She didn't look very happy.

"I haven't seen you all week," she said, looking at him.

"I...I've just been busy that's all," he replied, trying to focus on getting back to work. As he picked up his gear, Casey walked over, undoing her jacket and taking his hands, pressing them to her breasts. He blushed as she thrust her chest out, holding his hands in place fondling both of her tits. Closing her eyes, she moved to lean against him, rubbing her blouse against his chest as she slid one hand down over his crotch. Her eyes opened and widened as she felt his hardness.

"My, my, needy are you?" she teased, thinking she had gotten him hard just with her tits. She quickly pushed her hand down into his pants and found his cock. Sam tried to protest but she was too quick, starting to jack him off as she undid his belt and took him out fully.

He didn't want her, he knew that, but he was still extremely horny and she was clearly very good at handjobs. In a matter of moments he moaned loudly that he couldn't hold it in. Smirking, Casey lifted her skirt at the front and stroked him faster, gasping as he came messily on her thigh, his warm load splattering against her bare skin. She pulled away from him and licked the cum on her fingers, wiping the rest on a tissue and sliding her skirt back down.

"Mmm...well, that was nice, but I hope you can do better than that, Sam," she said, smirking again as she tucked him into his pants. "I would hate to get rid of such a...hard worker." She moved away quickly as Gavin and Dave walked past, then whispered in his ear.

"My office, tomorrow, just before lunchtime." Then she left, pretending nothing had happened.

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Sam was torn up inside all night over what he had done. He knew it had felt good, but it had also felt wrong; he didn't want Casey, she had just found him with a raging hard on. The guilt tore at him as he slept and in the morning he considered calling in sick. But then he remembered Jenny and knew that if he stood her up now, she'd be distraught.

"You look terrible," she said over the morning coffee break. He nodded and accepted the drink she offered. They were sitting in his work area, but no one else was nearby at the time, so they could have a quiet moment together. She reached out and took his hand, smiling at him.

"I know what'll make you happy," she said. Sam looked up as she licked his finger lightly, undoing her shorts and moving close to him. Without hesitating he slid his hand into her panties, quickly finding her folds and moving his finger in between them. Jenny moaned, reaching down to rub the bump in his pants.

"Ohhhh, but you didn't have any fun yesterday, did you?" she asked, looking embarrassed. He plunged his fingers deep inside her, making her pant with need, but she pulled them out and dropped to her knees, blushing madly.

"Let me help you with that," she said, undoing his pants and pulling out his cock. Jenny stroked him a few times, getting him nice and hard and ready. Then, looking around to make sure no one was nearby, she leant forward and took his cock between her lips, sucking on the head of him softly. Sam gasped with shock as she worked her mouth down on him, sliding lower with each suck. Her hand disappeared for a moment and he heard her start to moan, looking down to see her fingers playing with her clit in her undies.

Her handjob yesterday felt great, but watching Jenny get herself off like this was fantastic. It didn't take him long before he was feeling the need to blow his load. Jenny moaned around his shaft, her free hand gripping the base tightly as she sucked him hard, moving her lips right down him then pulling back, flicking her tongue around his head. She looked up at him and smiled, his cock in her mouth, and started to bob her head up and down him faster, stroking him with her hand as her fingers circled her pussy.

Jenny was moaning loudly around his shaft, sucking him hard and fast as she masturbated. Her hand was rubbing down through her wet folds as she sucked hard on Sam's cock, wanking him off into her mouth. She could feel her own orgasm building so she slid two fingers inside herself, crying out around him as she went over the edge, her eyes closing in pleasure as she wet her panties with juice. She sucked Sam harder and faster as she came, giving him the best blowjob of his life.

Her own moans were muffled by the cock in her mouth but now she heard new ones from above. Struggling to stop her legs from shaking, Jenny deepthroated him and bucked her hips, thrusting against her hand wildly as she started to cum again, and when he couldn't take it anymore Sam stood up, holding her head in his lap and blowing his load in her mouth, her eyes going wide as he pumped his thick cream into her cheeks.

Jenny tried to swallow it all but he came again and she gagged and pulled back, feeling it shoot onto her face and lips, the cum in her mouth spilling out over her chin as she fought to get her breath back from her own orgasms. She sucked on his cock again and took more of his cum in her mouth, managing to keep it all this time as he moaned her name, shaking.

"Ohhhhh Jenny..." he whispered, sitting down again as she softly sucked him, swallowing again and blushing as she tasted cum for the first time. Jenny slowly stroked his shaft, sucking gently as she caught her breath.

"W-wow," she said, looking up at him. "That was...wow..." She slid her fingers out of her shivering pussy and rubbed her folds, wiping Sam's cum off her chin and licking her lips. "I've never done that with...anybody," she said, stroking him lightly, her hand sliding through her own wetness as she swallowed his cream. "I've taken it on my belly and chest once, but...nothing like that." She looked up at him, breathless, smiling at the obvious pleasure on his face. She took her hand out of her panties and pulled her shorts up, cleaning his cock with her tongue and helping him back into his boxers.

As she did Sam's zipper up and brushed her hand over the bulge where his still hard cock was, Jenny stood up and took his hands in hers, embarrassed now about how to move forward. Sam waited patiently for her to say what she wanted, looking down at her.

"Sam...will you come see me again at lunchtime? Please?" she whispered timidly, looking into his eyes.

"Of course I will Jenny...I wouldn't miss it." he said, smiling at her innocence. He squeezed her hands and caressed her cheek, making her blush even more. She let go of his hands and stepped back, looking over her shoulder and blowing him a kiss before she dashed off back to work. Sam felt amazing, and couldn't believe he almost missed out by calling in sick. Of course, it was then that he remembered the reason why he didn't want to be at work today.

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Sophie gave Sam a very strange look as she led him into Casey's office, shutting the door behind her as she left the room. Sam turned to face Casey, but she wasn't looking at him. Her back was turned to him as she stared out the window, her hands clasped behind her back.

"I must say, I was a little disappointed you didn't come to visit earlier this week," she said, not moving. Sam shuffled his feet, trying not to appear nervous. He had to admit the thought had crossed his mind once or twice. If he wanted it she wouldn't have turned him away.

"But there is time, now, to make up for that. Please, have a seat." She turned around and walked over to the desk, hands still behind her back. she wore her blouse and her skirt, with her usual black stockings and heels. Motioning to her chair, the only one in the office today, she walked up to the other side of the desk and waited. Sam sat down.

Smiling, Casey held out a crumpled strip of black fabric. She casually threw it onto the desk and leaned forward on her hands, giving him a perfect view of her cleavage.

"Pick them up."

Slowly Sam took the bundle, and as he held them up he saw it was a lacey black g-string with a big wet patch at the front. Looking back at Casey, he watched her nod, crawling up onto the desk and sliding her legs down on either side of the chair.

"That's right...you know why you are here, don't you?" she said seductively, undoing the top button of her blouse as she licked her lips. Sam nodded, his cock getting hard in an instant. Casey smiled hungrily and spread her legs, revealing her bare naked pussy, framed by her black thigh length stockings. Her folds were glistening with wetness and Sam could see she was clean shaven except for a little landing strip of dark brown hair above her clit. He couldn't help but stare, his cock bulging in his trousers.

Casey lowered her hand to her pussy, rubbing her fingers through her folds slowly, getting them dripping wet. She shivered with need, closing her eyes briefly as her desire to fuck him seemed to override her other instincts.

"That's right," she said, ripping the next two buttons on her blouse, revealing her jet black pushup bra, her amazing tits barely covered. "Time to see if you can earn your keep..."

With a small growl she moved off the desk and pushed his chair back against the wall, straddling him and pulling his head into her tits. She smirked as he gasped, reaching down to unsnap his belt for him, then yanking down his zipper before quickly hiking up her skirt. She reached into his shorts and tugged on his cock, feeling a little precum on the tip and smiling.

"Fuck, I need this...come on, get this thing out and take me..." she pleaded, "You're about to get the ride of your life..."

Sam knew the choice he had to make. He could do what all the guys here wanted. He could fuck his boss, who happened to be a sex crazed red head with long legs and gorgeous tits. He would keep his job and get an amazing root at the same time. It would be so easy.

He took out his cock, looking up as Casey moaned with delight, wrapping her fingers around him and stroking his shaft. She arched her back and ran her fingers through his hair, sliding closer to him and pressing the head of his cock against her folds, guiding him in. Sam slid his hands around to grab her ass, ready to pull her hips forward and thrust inside her, but as he looked up at her he could only think of one thing...

Jenny, standing there with him, holding his hands and asking him with the biggest blush on her face to meet her for lunch. He suddenly thought that was strange. Really strange. He always met her for lunch. Why was this day so special that she had to ask him? And why the massive blush over it?

Then it clicked. It was all clear.

"Ohhhh...shit, hurry up...fuck me...!" cried Casey, bucking her hips as she took one of his hands and sucked his fingers, sliding her pussy onto his cock. "Just put it in already and fuck...why do your hands smell funny?" asked Casey. Sam came back to the moment and saw her holding his hand up, a confused look on her face. He knew instantly what she could smell. It was the same hand he had briefly slid into Jenny's underwear, fingering her wet folds before she stopped him that morning.

A moment later Casey realized what it was too. She slowly looked down at him, the rage building in her eyes as she put it all together. She let go of his cock, his head springing up through her folds as she stood up, her skirt bunched around her hips, her breasts pushing out of her blouse.

"You...who have you been with today?!?" she demanded, her stunning sexiness evaporating as jealousy set in. "No girls have come to the site all day! You've been here since this morning! You haven't left and the only break you had was the morning coffee..." then her eyes clouded over with understanding.

Casey turned back to Sam, and he knew it was now or never. The idea of bluffing out of this and screwing her anyway wasn't even a possibility to him. He pulled up his pants and stood up, walking to the door and opening it.

"You...you can't fucking leave me like this!" Casey cried out at him, her knees shaking. "Come back here! Get in here now Sam...!"

But he was already gone.

He rushed out of the office and past Sophie, talking to several clients about future projects, startling the secretary with the level of speed he showed leaving the building.

One quick stop, before they throw me off site, he thought...

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The big food van was closed up, the lunchtime rush over for the day, and the owner off having a smoke. Everyone else was off enjoying their break. None of it really mattered. Sam headed straight round the side of the van, to the secluded bench where it all began.

Jenny was sitting there, arms around her knees, tears rolling down her cheeks as she wept quietly. Slowly, Sam walked up to her and reached down, resting his hands on her knees. She looked up and her eyes widened as she met his. He took her hands and held them up to his lips, shuffling closer on his knees.

"Sorry I'm late," he said, giving her a loving smile.

Before he knew it she was on him, pushing him onto his back and kissing his lips hard, her tears falling onto his cheeks. Sam wrapped his arms around her and held her, marvelling at her soft lips, the intensity in her kiss. Finally she broke the kiss, gasping for air as she smiled down at him.

"I thought you didn't want to come," she said. "I thought maybe you didn't want to get too serious..." she stopped as Sam laid a finger on her lips, smiling up at her.

"I don't know about you, but after the ridiculous build up all week, right now I desperately want to get to know you better," he said, winking at her. "I don't suppose that's why you wanted me to meet you so badly?"

Jenny blushed dark red, biting her lip as she nodded at him. She had taken the plunge and he couldn't be happier.

"Well, shall we strip down right here or do you have somewhere less dirty in mind?" he asked, making her blush more, giggling madly. Getting up, she took his hand and led him to the back of the big van, opening the door and letting him in.

The space was a cramped cooking area, but Jenny had laid several large soft towels down on a small collection of pillows on the floor. Sam squeezed her hand and laughed at her shyness even when they were about to lie together for the first time. He pulled the doors shut and swept her up in his arms, kissing her again as she tugged on his work shirt, pulling it up over his head. He lowered her to the soft bed of pillows and reached for her boots, helping her kick them off her white socked feet. Jenny quickly pulled on the hair tie of her ponytail and her long blonde hair fell around her shoulders as she undid the button and zipper on her pants.

Sam started to unbuckle his tool belt, but Jenny rested her hand on his.

"Leave it on...?" she asked timidly. Smirking at her, Sam fastened his belt again, then pulled his zip down and slid his trousers to his knees, helping her lift her tank top over her head. Jenny had worn a plain red bra with a little lace around the edges, but to him it was stunning. She smiled shyly as his hands slid over her tight tummy and up to her chest, taking a breast in each hand and slowly rubbing them, cupping them in his palms.

"Do you like them?" she asked, and he nodded smiling at her, gently giving her bulges a squeeze before pulling on the cups, but she stopped him.

"Please, I...I'm still a little self conscious," she admitted, looking at him fearfully. Sam just leaned in and kissed her lips, moving his hands down to pull on the waistband of her short shorts. Jenny lay on her back to help him, tugging them down over her hips and down her thighs, discarding them in the pile of clothes. Sam smiled as he saw Jenny's matching red undies, modest but still unbelievably sexy on her.

They were both now in only their underwear and you could almost choke on the sexual tension in the van. Jenny kneeled up, reaching for Sam's boxers and slowly putting her hand inside them, feeling his hardness and biting her lip, taking him out.

"I'd better pay you some attention," she said smoothly, running her hand up and down his cock. She held the base of his shaft as her other hand worked him, staring as if transfixed by his size. A little precum was leaking from the tip and Jenny looked up at him before leaning in and sticking her tongue out, licking him to taste it. Sam moaned as she got bolder, sliding her tongue down his shaft and up again before taking his head in her mouth, sucking softly while she stroked him.

"Ohh baby, if you keep that up I might cum again," he whispered, her hand moving faster up and down him. Jenny just murmured and took more of his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down his length. Sam could feel himself getting close so he gently pushed her off him, taking her hands and lowering her to the floor.

"Now then...time I returned the favour," he said with a grin. Jenny bit her lip as he slipped her panties down her thighs, feeling them peel from her wet pussy reluctantly. When they were past her knees he dropped them, coming to rest around her socks. She parted her legs for him and Sam lay down between her thighs, marvelling at her beautiful pussy.

Jenny was clean shaven and her bright pink lips were smooth and wet. Sam could feel the heat coming off her as he leaned in and gave her a little flick of his tongue, making her gasp. Smiling at her, he slid his tongue into her folds and treated her to a long, dragging lick from bottom to top, the tip of his tongue passing over her entrance as he did so. He repeated this several more times, enjoying the taste of her juices on his lips, before her small delicate hand reached down to stroke her clit, at which point he took her hand and stopped her.

"Ah ah ahhh...naughty girl," he whispered, putting her hand on his cheek. "You're not allowed to do that...it takes the fun out of it for me." He looked into her wide eyes as he slid his lips up her folds to take her clit in his mouth, kissing it and flicking his tongue over her. Jenny shivered with pleasure and laid her head back, her hand gripping his hair tightly as he licked.

Now Sam moved a finger up to slide into her pussy, inching it in very slowly to tease her, then pulling it out and forcing it in faster, getting a rewarding gasp from her. He could feel her walls contracting as he suckled her clit and fingered her pussy, and he started going faster. Jenny's breath came in sharp pants and he knew she was close, so he lowered his lips and slid his tongue inside her entrance. With a tug of his hair and a strangled cry she came on his face, squirting a little all over his lips, her folds shaking madly throughout her orgasm. Sam lapped up her sweet love juice, licking his lips and moaning against her skin, earning another squirt.

As he sat up, Sam was struck by Jenny's true beauty. She lay on her back, shivering with pleasure, her hair a mess on the pillow and her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath after her massive orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him, taking his hand and pulling him to meet her, pushing his boxers down his legs and sliding her hands up around his back.

"Sam...I...I've never, you know...had sex before," she mumbled, looking up at him above her. He gave her a warm smile and rested a hand on her thighs, gently spreading her legs as he positioned himself above her. She smiled back, and then sat up a little.

"Oh wait, umm...do you have a condom?" she asked, blushing furiously.

Sam nodded and fumbled with his shorts, retrieving his wallet and getting the rubber out and opening it. He slid it onto his cock and rolled it down, taking Jenny's hand as he moved back on top of her, his tool belt rubbing her belly slightly.