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Pit-of-desire

I wanted to fuck her the moment I saw her. She was wearing the cutest little miniskirt that couldn't have been more than eight inches long. It fit her athletic ass tightly and when she walked up to me and held out her hand, it moved up her creamy thighs as they whispered together. I could smell her delicious scent and her white blouse was buttoned up in front, but with only two buttons. The top couple were undone and the bottom ones were open so she could tie the blouse up under her breasts, exposing her soft stomach and belly button. I tried to continue looking into her big blue eyes, framed by her almost black hair that cascaded around her shoulders, but I couldn't keep my attention on her face, beautiful as it was. She saw me looking at her body and her lips split into a knowing smile. She lowered her eyes as if to acknowledge I was looking at the V in her blouse where her white bra was peeking out. My hand was sweaty where it touched hers, and I quickly released it with a little shake. I cleared my throat and wiped my fingers through my hair. "Well, uh, I suppose that would be all right," I said, in answer to her question about filling the application right away. Normally we gave out the applications to be mystery shoppers and people returned them at their convenience. There were only two chairs in the reception room, and a small table that held a lamp and a couple of miscellaneous magazines. I handed her a pen and she turned to walk back and sit down. I stared at her ass ...

... as it swayed back and forth and watched as she sat down. I was wondering if the skirt would rise up enough that I would be able to see her panties. She leaned over before sitting down and picked up one of the magazines to use as a pad for holding the application. My heart raced as I saw the merest flash of white panties before she turned around and eased into the chair. She crossed one long leg over the other and I could see all the way up her skirt, practically to her waist. I watched her as she worked over the application, noting the perky swell of her tight top where her small breasts were held and the lush sweep of her dark hair over her shoulders, framing her pale skin, red lips and blue eyes. She knew I was looking at her and would occasionally glance up at me with a small smile flickering at the corners of her lips. Finally she finished and handed the form back to me. I glanced at it and caught her name: Michelle Holloway. I had a name tag on with the company logo and my name in block letters: Ray Phillips. "Well, Michelle," I said, clearing my throat again. "I'm sure this will be okay. The job is just temporary, and pays by the number of places you visit. There's a form to fill out for each store that is pretty self explanatory. You'll be given a list of places and a time limit to complete them." "Can I go any time, to any of the places?" "Yes, that's right." "Do I have to buy anything?" "That's completely up to you. You just have to answer the questions." "Can I see ...