The Panty Whisperer: The Complete Series (7 page)

I'm sitting at my desk going through paperwork, wanting to blow my brains out. I look up and Hannah walks past. Tommy wasn't lying. At about five-foot-six, her height is the only thing average about her. She has blonde hair and blue eyes. She's tan and absolutely gorgeous. A pair of khaki pants shape her ass and hips perfectly, and a tight-fitting red shirt showcases a set of perky 34C breasts, but still leaves a little to the imagination.

I glance up and Tommy is in the distance. His hands are on his desk and he is pretending to jackhammer his desk drawer. I damn near shoot water out of my nose as Hannah walks up to me.

"Are you Joel?" She smiles.

Her lips are gorgeous, and they'd look fantastic wrapped around my cock.

"I am. Nice to meet you. You must be the new intern."

She blushes a little. They usually do. It's not my fault.

"Yeah, for the week anyway. It's an assignment for class. I have some files for you."

She sets them down on my desk. I'm now very interested. I usually have a rule about not shitting where I eat. No office hook-ups. The last thing I need is to feel awkward every time I'm at work. Interns are an entirely different story, as long as they aren't the boss's daughter. I do have limits. But the others, well, I feel they deserve some kind of parting gift.

"Well that's cool. Should look good on your resume." I can't stop staring at her eyes.

"That's what I'm hoping." A 'please fuck me' smile spreads across her face.

"So, do you know someone in the office? How'd you end up here?" I tap some keys on the keyboard and pull up my email, so as not to appear too interested. But I am most definitely listening. It's time to gather some intelligence.

"No, it's all set up through the college. Maybe you could show me around? I don't really know anyone." She chews on one of her fingernails and rocks her hips slightly.

I can't stop glancing over, her needy pussy just a few feet from my face, covered only by a thin layer of khaki material and no panties. I checked for the lines earlier when I sized up her ass in those pants.

Oh, I'm going to show you something.

"Well, I'm a little busy today. Maybe we can grab a drink after work? I can tell you all about the place."

"Oh my gosh, that would be great. I'm so nervous. It's my first real job. I don't want to screw it up." She bites on her lip and I want to drag her into a closet and tell her all about the place right now.

"No worries. I'm sure you'll fit in just fine."

I stare up at those eyes of hers once more.
I'll fit in you just fine.

"Why don't you meet me back here around 4:30? I know a place we can go right around the corner."

"It's a date." Her words go up a note, and her face is tinged a pink hue.

This is going to be a fun week. Her ass sways back and forth in those khakis as she walks away, slightly peeking over her shoulder and smiling. She's used to driving the boys at college crazy, but the hot ones always get tired of 20-year-olds shaking on top of them for two minutes and then rolling over. They all want a mature man to teach them the ways of the bedroom.

Now honestly, I could fuck Hannah later this afternoon. But that's just boring and then it would be weird all week. For some reason women always grow attached after a little roll in the sheets. It'll be more fun to tease her. Make that pussy yearn in her panties every day, then give her a memory that will haunt her sex life for the rest of her existence.

Goddamn, that ass though. It'll be hard to hold out all week. I can't wait to wrap those legs around my head and bury my face into that cunt while she comes all over my tongue. My cock is stiff as a fucking board and I'm going to have to hang out at the desk for a few minutes to get things in order down there.

"Hey buddy!" I damn near fall over in my chair. Tommy is standing right behind me laughing his ass off.

"Why don't you stand up and give us a show in that circus tent ya got going on down there?" He's laughing, and even I have to smile as I glance around to make sure nobody hears him.

"You're such a dick. But an honest one, I'll give you that. That girl has a fucking body on her, Jesus."

"Told you man. I saw the look too. She's probably in the bathroom wringing those panties out as we speak."

I shrug. "What can I say? It's what I do."

"Guess you'll be busy tonight. Was going to see if you wanted to hang." He stares at the floor.

"Nah man, I'm free. I'll take care of that Friday, after I lay the groundwork all week." I hit send on an email.

"You work way too hard at this. Complete lack of efficiency in your game, Sir." He checks the screen on his phone.

"Oh, it'll be worth it. You should take notes." I look up at him and smile.

"Shit. I guess it's not being cocky if it's true. I'll catch you tonight, swing by around seven? Play some fuckin' Halo?"

"Sounds good, man. I'll catch you then."

I give him a fist bump and he walks off. I'm certain he's going somewhere to avoid work.

It's 4:30 and my little fuck project is standing at my desk, looking around. I walk up to her.

"Sorry to keep you waiting. You ready to go?"

"Yes. Can't wait to get out of here." She brushes her palms down her hips.

Sorry to disappoint, Hannah, but you're going to be performing solo until Friday. Rules are rules.

I hold the door open for her on the way out, and she frowns. They always do.

"So it's just right up here around the corner?" She points to the end of the block as people stream out of buildings in skirts and suits.

"Yeah, it's a cool little place. Not too loud, where we can hear each other talk." I put my hand on her lower back and guide her out of someone's path.

I can feel her tremble a bit as she smiles at me. "Sounds perfect."

We finally reach the place and walk in. I lead her to the back and she orders a vodka and Red Bull. I'm immediately reminded of her age. I order a Glenfiddich on the rocks.

"So, you're an accounting major?" I turn back to those blue eyes after the waitress walks away.

"Yeah, my dad is a CPA and there's not a lot of promise in a fashion degree."

We both chuckle.

"This is true. So what do they have you doing?"

"Grunt work. Filing and running errands."

Her eyes are amazing. I thought they were bright blue at first but there are hints of a smoky gray that make them very unique. She keeps talking and all I can think about is staring at those eyes while she tries to swallow my dick.

The conversation isn't as bad as I thought it'd be. She's pretty bright, and not just another airhead with a nice ass. Not that there is anything wrong with that, but it's nice to be able to hold a conversation without a bunch of 'likes' and 'totallys' and 'oh my gods' that usually accompany the sorority types. Well, I don't mind the latter so much—when they're moaning it.

"You'll do fine, I promise. Just get used to the guys in the building ogling you. We don't get a lot of beautiful interns in the office. You'll probably get hit on quite a bit."

She blushes. "Well, that's sweet. I'm sure it won't be as bad as at school. The boys there are so immature."

I like where this is headed. She's about to tell me how she prefers older men.

"It's why I don't date college guys. Nothing but dick and fart jokes."

I'm a soothsayer, using my powers for evil.

"Oh yeah, what kind of guys do you date?"

She grins and leans slightly toward me. "Older, mature men."

"Is that so?"

The flirting has officially begun and she is eating it up. Her cheeks are turning pink, she's flipping her hair around, might as well have a sign on her head that says 'fuck me, Joel.'

"Yes—" She pauses while the waitress sets our drinks down. Hannah stirs her drink and licks her lips. "So, tell me about you. Are you married?"

"Nope."

"Girlfriend?"

"Nope."

"Aww, why not? You're a nice guy—" She takes a large, slow drink. Her lips around the straw have my dick warring with my zipper for freedom. "—and cute too."

She's getting bold, I like it. Vodka Red Bulls will do that to a 21-year-old co-ed.

"Well, that's nice of you to say. Humoring an old man."

"I'm not joking." She reaches out and grabs my hand and laughs momentarily, before slowly sliding it back over to her side of the table.

Interesting, she's more forward than I thought. It should make the week fun.

We laugh for a while and finish up our drinks. I walk her back to her car.

"Don't sweat it. You'll do great. You okay to drive?"

"Oh yeah, I'm fine."

Damn right you are fine.

My dick is about to explode.
Must have self-control, stick to the plan.

I give her a peck on the cheek and thank her for a nice time. She hovers for more, but I walk away before I throw her up against her car and show her how a real man treats a woman.

I can sense the excitement, and the disappointment as I'm walking to my car. I know she sees me get in the Fastback and that pussy is calling my name more than ever. Enjoy your fingers tonight, Hannah.

The next morning is fairly mundane. I actually get some work done. Tommy is nowhere to be found. Shocker. We played Halo until two in the morning. He probably called in.

Hannah walks up and I can tell she needed more than her fingers last night. She's in a tight little skirt today with a button-up blouse. Her tits are nearly on full display and it's not making things any easier on my crotch situation.

I'm flattered you dressed up for me, Hannah. I truly am. But rules are rules. You have to wait until Friday like all the other interns.

"Hey there." Confidence radiates from her.

"Hey, you. Make it home okay?" I pretend to forget her name, a timeless classic, then look at my screen to check emails, though I can still see her in my peripheral vision.

"Yes." She frowns slightly.

"They give you an actual assignment today? Or just having you fetch more files?"

"Still fetching files." She leans over my desk, her tits right in the corner of my eye, and whispers. "You weren't lying. I caught Bob and a few others checking my ass out earlier."

Jesus, I can barely concentrate. She's bent over my desk and I should be behind her right now, pulling her hair and smacking her ass, my name on her lips. Not stuck in this chair with a lap full of hard dick.

"Well, it's not a bad view." I lean back and my eyes dart to her ass in that skirt. I want to bury my face into that fucking thing.

She slaps me on my shoulder playfully. "Joel!"

I like the way she calls my name. I could get used to it. I think I
will
get used to it.

"You're bad!" she says.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself." I grin.

"Mmhmm." She rolls her eyes, but arches her back just enough to show me more of her breasts. "You want to grab a drink again?"

"Can't tonight, sorry." I am an oak.

Disappointment runs across her face as she drops her head down slightly.

"Have to go see my mom. Can I get a rain check?"

"Of course. We can do it another night." She stands up and adjusts her skirt into place.

"Sounds good." I ogle her ass as she rocks it back and forth for me.

Sorry Hannah, it's going to be those fingers again tonight. It's coming soon though. I promise.