Kevin arrived at work early as he always did. He was working as a salesman at a high-end car dealership, a job he endured to pay the bills while he searched for other opportunities. The job also provided him a chance to interact with wealthy people. A handsome man, there were often women interested in experiencing something he was more than happy to provide.
Easy listening music chimed through the mostly empty showroom as he organized his desk for the day. Over the lovely sounds of My Way, he heard someone struggling to open one of the front doors. At first glance, it appeared to be a very attractive woman. Always the gentleman, he quickly went to her rescue.
As he approached the glass doors, he realized he was wrong. She wasn’t simply very attractive.She was amazing. He unlocked and opened the door.
“Good morning! May I help you?” he asked with his best, charming, Sir Lancelot look.
She stood five-foot-four in an expensive tan raincoat that covered what was obviously a shapely body. The coat fell to mid-thigh. Kevin could see that her legs were tight and athletic. He took in the view down to her shoes, which were surprisingly black Chuck Taylors. Her dark hair was long and full and her eyes pierced through him.
“I saw the lights on and thought you guys were open,” she said with confidence. She was a bit thrown off by the look of the man helping her. “I’m with Paint Armor.” She gestured to the roller bag that she had next to her. “I’m giving a demonstration today.” Wow, he’s cute, she thought.
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’m used to being the first one here. Come in.” He pushed the door open for her. “Here, let me get your bag.”
She turned and pushed past him. Their bodies couldn’t help but touch between his strong chest and her medically enhanced breasts which pushed against him as she dragged the bag through the entrance.
Beautiful and smells like heaven. This is going to be bad, he thought.
“I’ve got it. Thank you, though.” She stopped and gave him an inquisitive look. “I’m sorry I’m early. I wanted to beat the heavy rain. Didn’t want to get soaked.” I’m feeling a little moist, anyway! He is Mr. Tightbody. “Hi. My name is Sheila. Is there somewhere I can set up? I think I was supposed to find George.”
“Oh, yeah. George. That makes sense. I think I heard we were having a presentation today.” Idiot! Tell her your name! “Kevin. My name is Kevin. I haven’t seen George yet. He should be in shortly.” He looked around the wide-open showroom. No one was there but he and Sheila. “Wanna buy a car? Just kidding. The waiting area is over here. Nice, leather couches. Can I get you a coffee, tea, water?”
“Coffee would be great. Black, please.” Why didn’t you ask if I could have you? You can take me on one of those nice, leather couches. “Wow, Harry Connick Jr. I haven’t heard him in a long time.”
I turned as I pushed the button on the coffee machine to grind and make her coffee. “You know this music? You seem much too young for that.”
She laughed and almost blushed. “I love this stuff! My mom used to play it all the time. She’s a romantic.”
“I’ve been listening to this for a long time. It’s refreshing to find someone who appreciates it.” He smirked as he collected her coffee, put the top on it, and then handed it to her. “Does that make me a romantic?”
“Thank you.” She took a gentle first sip of the hot beverage. “I appreciate it, the coffee and the music. I have a ton of it on my phone. It drives my friends crazy when I drive.” She giggled. “If Frank comes on, I might have to ask you to dance.” They both laughed.
“As I said, you can hang out here. If I see one of the managers, I’ll let them know you’re here. I’ll be right over there at my desk if you need anything.” He pointed just down the open walkway. “I would love to dance with you, but I can’t promise anything.”He walked in the direction of his desk. I promise I would love to hold that little body.
“I’m sure you have some great moves.” Even better naked, she guessed.
Kevin had just sat back down at his desk and tried to collect himself when he heard the roller bag coming down the walkway. He turned and saw the young lady on her way to him. “Is everything ok?”
She stopped at his desk. “I’m sorry. Do you mind if I sit with you? I don’t like being in big places like this alone. Too many creeps out there.”
Caught off guard for a millisecond, he responded, “Sure. That’s not a problem. I understand.” He stood up and pulled out a seat for her. “Make yourself comfortable.
“Thanks.” She opened her coat to reveal a shimmering miniskirt and a very tight logo blouse. This should get him going. She took a seat and crossed her legs as she looked around the work area. “You like art?”
“Excuse me?” He said with a puzzled smile as he sat at his desk.
“The paintings. Is that a Dali?” She pointed at the small pictures on his half-walls. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a sales guy with art on his walls. It’s nice. Shows culture.” She cast a flirtatious glance at him as she took a sip.
“Thank you! Most people don’t have a clue.” He took a sip of his coffee and mirrored her glance. “I haven’t always been a sales guy.…”
“Oh shit!” She blurted out and jumped when her grip on the coffee cup slipped, bounced on her knee and shot hot, brown liquid all over her chest. “Fuck! Shit! I’m such a klutz.” Her top was saturated, but the coffee slid off the shiny skirt. “Mother fucker! I used my spare shirt yesterday. Fuck! I’m sorry. I sound like a sailor!”
“It doesn’t fucking bother me.” Kevin smiled at her and tried to look sympathetic as he went around the desk to try and lend a hand. “It’s ok. We can figure something out.” He offered her some napkins and tried to help her dab the offending liquid off. Wow! Those are amazing!
“I have an idea.” He grabbed her hand. “Come with me.” He rushed her through the service area and out to the greeting garage for vehicle maintenance. He knocked on the door of the Parts Department, got no response and tried the handle. Locked. He punched in a code on the keypad and the door unlocked. “Come on.” He pulled her into the dark room. She stayed close to him, instinctively knowing they shouldn’t be there. “Fuck. Where is the fucking light switch?”
She laughed. “Now you’re just trying to make me feel better.” It’s working.
He found the light. “There. What do you mean?”
She still held onto him as the lights brightened the room. “All of the swearing.”
“No, I talk like that all the time,” he smirked. “I think we might be able to find you a shirt in here. Follow me.”
She grabbed his hand and allowed him to lead her. “Are we supposed to be in here?”
“No, but fuck it. What are they going to do, fire me?”
“Right. Fuck it!” She shot him a daring look and tightened her grip on his hand.
He turned and their eyes met. She was standing so close ….
She tilted her head wantingly.
He took her face and kissed her gently, then with more passion and intensity. He knew she could feel him getting stiff against her stomach through his thin slacks. Their breaths quickened and they made out like school kids.
The door opened in the other room and someone was clearly talking to themselves. “I swear I turned this light off.”
“Dodd?” Kevin came out from around the corner.
“Fuck!” The startled man jumped, took a look and tried to gather himself. “Kevin? What the fuck!”
“Hey, Dodd. Sorry. I needed a shirt and I figured you wouldn’t mind.”
“Jesus! You scared the shit out of me!”
Sheila slinked out of the corner when Kevin signaled for her to join him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Dodd gave Kevin an excited, yet confused look. “You are?”
“This is Sheila. She works for Paint Knight,” Kevin said to introduce her.
“Paint Armor. I’m the salesperson.” She pointed to the emblem on her shirt. “I’m also an idiot who can’t drink coffee.”
“Oh, I got it. I don’t have any with their symbol on them, but I might have something.” Dodd spoke louder as he walked to the back room.
“Anything, as long as it’s clean. I really don’t care,” she called after him.
Dodd returned holding two hangers with white shirts under plastic bags. “This might work. It’s plain, but it’s clean.” He held them up proudly. “We keep them for the women who work here, just in case something like this happens.” He looked her over. “You need a small. Here.”
She took the garment, leaned up and kissed Dodd on the cheek. “You’re the best. Thanks!” She looked at Kevin with a smile that said we got away with it, let’s get out of here. “Oh, Dodd, what do I owe you?”
“Don’t worry about it, honey. Kevin will pay for it.” He smiled and waggled his eyebrows.
Kevin opened and held the door for the lovely little woman. “Thanks, Dodd.” He turned to see the young man making a motion as if he was giving a blowjob. Kevin shook his head as they walked into the driveway area.
“Good morning, Kevin.” A booming voice came from a tall black man who had just entered the drive area. “Who is this? Why were you coming out of Parts? Don’t answer. Can I help you, ma’am?”
“George, this is Sheila. She works for….”
“…Paint Armor. I think I’m supposed to meet with you,” she offered confidently.
“Oh yeah, Sheila. I remember. Is everything ok?” George asked.
She stammered, “Everything is fine. Kevin was helping me.” She showed him the stain on her shirt and the new one she was holding. “You see, I’m a klutz and spilled my coffee, which he had given me, and then he was kind enough to take me to find a replacement.” And in doing so, soaked my panties.
They all walked up the ramp and back through the service department.
“Well, thank Goodness our guy, Kevin, was Johnny-on-the-spot for you. He’s always been one of our most courteous sales associates,” George professed with a snide and condescending grin.
“There’s my stuff.” She rushed to her bags next to Kevin’s desk. “George, where can I change and get ready to meet the team? I’m in your hands.” Wish I was in Kevin’s.
“Alright, young lady. Come with me. I can put you in Jack’s office. He’s out this week.” He led the way and pointed down the hall. “Kevin, you’d better get ready for the meeting. Thanks,” he sneered.
Kevin took his seat and gathered himself as the other salespeople began to file in. He was surprised to feel a hand on his shoulder. He turned to see her beautiful face just inches away from his.
“There it is.” She leaned across him and grabbed his bottle of water. “I thought I left my water here.” She gripped his shoulder and whispered, “You know I want you?” Then in an audible voice, she said, “Thanks.” She took the water bottle and slipped away. “Found it, George.”
Kevin joined the others in the sales meeting, where they covered the usual, daily items. George joined in and explained that they had a visitor from Paint Armor who would be giving a number of demonstrations they might want to attend.
“She’s a lovely young lady. I’m sure none of you will be able to miss her. If you have any questions, Kevin will be happy to get you up to speed. What was her name again, Kev?”
“I believe it was Sheila.” Smartass.
“I knew you wouldn’t forget.”
The meeting broke and the team went about normal business.
Kevin was on the phone at his desk at around 10:15 AM when he turned in his chair to see her. His eyes bugged out. Sheila stood in front of his desk looking significantly different in high heels and the white button-down he had acquired for her. She had it tucked in to expose her midriff and opened almost completely.
“Can I call you back? Thanks.” He hung up. “Hi! I see the shirt worked out for you.” He forced himself to make eye contact. “It looks nice. You might shock some customers, but I think it looks fucking amazing.”
“May I?” She asked as she sat down and leaned toward him. “I’m going to button up for work. This is just for you, sweetie. I wanted to make sure you knew what I had to offer.” She ran her nails up between her spectacular tits. “Do you think you might be interested?” She chuckled. “I think I felt your intrigue in the Parts Department.”
With an agreeable grin, he said, “You definitely piqued my interest.” He crossed his legs and took a sip of his water. “I would certainly be open to future discussions on the topic.”
“May I have one of your cards?” She took one from the holder and grabbed a pen.
“I’ll be attending your presentation.”
“Good. You should know the product, Paint Armor.” She wrote on the back of the card. “I think we should speak more in-depth about what other services we could offer each other. You know, privately.”
“I think that’s an excellent idea. I’d be interested in hearing anything you think we could do for one another that might improve the collaboration of our two companies.”
She stood and buttoned her blouse, then slid onto the edge of the desk right next to him. The tip of the pen dangled from her mouth. “Perfect! Thanks for the pen.” She slid the card in front of Kevin. “See you in a few minutes for the show.” She stood up. “There you are, George.”
Kevin turned the card over.
Jack’s office 11:15
Code: 6646
XOXO Sheila
I knew this was going to be a good day, Kevin thought.
A few of the other salesmen passed. “You comin’, Kev?”
Sheila did her presentation, lit the car on fire, and glanced longingly at Kevin throughout. Everyone applauded and thanked her. Kevin returned to his desk and feigned working while he checked his watch constantly. He tried to keep from having a full-on erection when made the long walk through the back halls of the dealership to the lot manager’s office.
Ten minutes seemed like hours. He heard her talking to people on the way back to the long hallway that led to the office they had placed her in for the day. He paused for just a moment before he stood, grabbed his small bottle of mouthwash and informed his co-workers, “Gotta hit the head.” Did they know?
He bypassed the bathroom and went straight down the hall to the end, entered the code and slowly pushed open the door. The small room was dark except for the desk lamp which illuminated the tan, spread legs of the lovely Paint Armor salesgirl. Her shiny skirt was hiked up around her waist and her panties dangled from her extended hand. The white button-down shirt was wide open with her luscious breasts fully exposed and hard nipples capping her silver dollar areola.
“Thanks for coming to the show.” She offered a tempting gaze. “I thought you might like to feel how wet my panties have been since you shoved your tongue in my mouth.”
He slowly made his way toward her, working on his belt and shifting to release the angry monster in his pants. “Thanks! You did a great job.”
She looked down as he opened his pants. She could see the girth of what looked like a very sizeable unit straining at the fabric of his boxer briefs. She reached for it as he took the panties from her hand and kissed her hard. His right hand felt her large tit while his left took hold of her ass and pulled her tightly into him.
They mauled one another with animalistic fervor, their heads shifting back and forth to find the sweet spots for both of their mouths and tongues. She tried to control her moans as he devoured her neck while taking care not to mark her. He pushed the shirt off her shoulder and sunk his teeth into her as she used both hands to extract his strong cock from the restrictions of his TJs. She gripped and pulled him with both hands as she gave in to his hand pulling her closer to him.
She pressed the large, bulbous head against the soft folds of her womanhood and didn’t hesitate to allow him access to all of her. She moved her hands up the back of his shirt and clawed at his muscular back as he took the first forceful thrust deep into her core. The tender, sex-starved lips of her pussy stretched to accommodate his size as he took her repeatedly.
They both heard her phone vibrate on the shitty office desk.
Kevin didn’t stop, nor did she ask him to. In fact, she begged him to continue. “Fuck it. Fuck me! Fuck me!”
She dug her nails into his back which drove him to pound her harder. She loved the feel of him filling her with every inch of his rock-hard meat. She held the screams she wanted to express as he was pounding her, the slight pain pushing her to the very edge of pleasure.
He lifted her with both hands. They gripped her little ass and worked her on his pounding dick.
Her phone buzzed again.
“Fuck!” He held her there and put his head on her shoulder as the buzzing continued. He looked down at the phone. The screen read Big Boss. “Fuck.”
His phone rang in the pocket of his trousers around his ankles. “Fuck!” He pulled out, stepped back, reached down and pulled up his pants and undies. “I guess we’re fucked.”
“I was.” She looked at him with an excited smile as she grabbed her phone. “Hello? What’s up?”
Kevin buttoned up and tucked, then fixed his belt and looked at his phone.
“Yes, I’m fine. I spilled some coffee. This very nice guy, Kevin, helped me.” She smiled at him as he started to leave. She mouthed “later” to him as he closed the door. “Sorry. Where was I? Yes, that Kevin. The one you told me about. It was happening right now when you so rudely interrupted us.”
Twenty minutes later, Kevin sat at his desk, horny and totally worthless. He heard the heels of at least two women come down the tile floor of the main thoroughfare. He looked up to see the GM, one of the ladies from accounting, and Sheila walking toward the main desk. They talked amongst themselves and appeared to be going to lunch. She caught his eye as they passed.
They turned the corner and he almost looked down, but heard her voice say, “Sorry, hold on just one second.” She came around the corner to his desk. From her purse, she pulled a folded piece of paper. She winked at him and dropped it on the desk before scurrying back to catch the girls.
He collected the piece of paper, turned in his seat to conceal it and then opened it.
Kevin,
That was amazing, but I need to have you. All of you.
Downtown Hotel, Rm 636
Anytime after 6.
XOXO Sheila
