Quickie with the boss's daughter - Sex Stories

Quickie with the boss's daughter

... of the guys imagined how it would be to ravage that tight body of hers, one way or another. But since Morrison was very protective, no one ever really talked to Pamela, fearing that Morrison, in his irrational way, would fire them just for looking at Pamela one second too long or in way that he didn’t like. Only Dennis had the balls to have small conversations with Pamela. Sometimes Morrison would punish him for that by giving him extra shifts – even though Morrison didn’t say why, Dennis knew it was for talking to Pamela – but that didn’t stop him chatting the 16-year-old up or even flirt with her. It was nothing serious and more like a joke - Pamela would sometimes complain about anything that happened at school and Dennis would say something like: “…but a sexy girl like you…” Pamela then would notice the compliment with a tiny smirk and appreciative glance. Sometimes Pamela would even eyeball Dennis more intense in a way that he was sure that she was imagining something sexual about him, but then again she would never really flirt back, because even though she emitted something highly erotic and somehow naughty, Dennis was certain that she would never want to upset her daddy by having a fling with one of his workers. This certainty disappeared one day in early June. Pamela stormed outside with angry steps through the loading area of the factory. Dennis was just having a break and was standing together with some of the guys when he noticed how angry and annoyed Pamela was. ...

... He had just lit a cigarette and now walked up to Pamela, who was standing at the farthest loading ramp between a truck and a fence, flipping through her phone and emitting some angry groaning from time to time. “What’s up, girl?” he asked after taking a drag from his cigarette, in his usual friendly way with the hints of some dirty thoughts resonating in his voice. “Nothing” Pamela replied firmly, forcing herself to smile. “Can I have one?” she then asked, before Dennis could say anything to get the conversation going. She never smoked. “Aren’t you a little too young for that?” he asked mockingly but willingly holding out the pack of cigarettes to Pamela, knocking at the bottom of it with the tip of his finger so that one cig would pop out. “Thanks” Pamela grinned and there was something different about her. Dennis felt like this was not the usual banter between them. While taking some drags, he glanced at her regularly like he always did. It was a warm, nearly hot, day and Pamela was wearing a pair of flat, black sandals, a white pleated skirt that nearly didn’t make it to her knees and a green tube top that really complimented her large tits and under which the thin black straps of a neck holder bikini top appeared. For a moment their eyes locked and without saying anything Pamela simply smiled in a sexy way, knowing that Dennis was checking her out, liking it a lot and showing this more obviously than usual. “You like me, don’t you?” Pamela suddenly asked, grinning sexily. ...