Working for Mrs. Lasalle

For the next few weeks, I met Mrs. Lasalle at the auto shop on Sundays. She told me that she knew I had stayed at Beth's house after she left. She was on her knees rolling a condom onto my shaft when she said "I know you didn’t need to wear this with Beth, but you have to with me. Don't suggest the 'withdrawal' method again."

"Yes Mrs. Lasalle." I said in a sly tone. Our relationship was great now and I could joke around with her.

"How do you want me?"

I had her bend over the desk. She had satisfied me orally just a half hour earlier, so I started the long slow process of sliding into her. After a while she would get uncomfortable, and she would tell me to speed up and I would finish by frantically fucking her. With the shop empty she would shout out for me to cum and I would finish with a guttural scream. The suddenness and intensity of my orgasm would rival the earlier oral one.

The following weekend she didn't show up. I waited for a while and went home. A couple of months ago, when she failed to show up, I called her house. I didn't make that mistake again. This time, I waited another week and went to the auto shop. I found her in the office. She was sitting at her desk looking very upset. I looked as though she had been crying.

"Is everything ok?"

"This is our last time Will. I can't come back."

I sat in the seat opposite her desk.

"My husband suspects."

I felt a chill and looked at the door. I pictured him bursting through dragging his bum leg and starting to pummel me.

"Not you specifically. He suspects something. He got upset when I said I was going into the shop last Sunday. He doesn't know what I am doing, but he got mad at me. He said it doesn't make sense that I have to work every Sunday. That is why I didn't come last week. I told him I was visiting Beth today, but this is the last time."

"Of course. You don't have to worry Mrs. Lasalle. It's ok. We can just stop."

She stood and came around the desk. I stood and we started to kiss. There were tears in her eyes, but she kissed me hungrily. Our hands were on each other, and I was unclasping her dress. She lifted my shirt over my head, and I tugged her bra down exposing her nipples. I took each into my mouth, sucking on them gently, enjoying them for the last time. She pushed me against the desk. She gave me kisses from the neck to the chest to my belly button, then she pulled down my pants and got on her knees and started kissing my shaft. She wasn't teasing me, she was licking and kissing it and making little noises of enjoyment. She took me into her mouth and moved her head back and forth as she felt me with her tongue. She went slow but her enthusiasm was bringing me close. I had to push her back. "Too much."

"We don't have much time. He might call my sister or even come here looking for me."

Now I pictured him coming through the door with a wrench. I didn't care. I switched positions and pushed her against the desk. I hiked up her dress and pulled down her underwear and shoved my tongue deep into her pussy. I licked her and probed her vigorously until she started to moan with each breath. I kept it up until she was panting and then she pushed me back. I stood and she crouched down to put a condom on my twitching cock. I pushed her back against the desk until her ass was on top of the edge. I took hold of her legs and slowly pressed into her. I rocked back and forth as she held onto my shoulders. We faced each other as my movements gently shook her. I stared at her nipples as her breasts swayed. She pulled me closer, and my cheek was against hers. We were both breathing into each other's ears. She lowered her hands to my buttocks and pulled me into her over and over. We were both grunting, I was coming close, but she shouted first. I came hard, like I usually did when it was the first time, but this time I had the excitement of her orgasming at the same time. After a few more grunts and movements we held each other still. It felt like the end. I knew once I let go of her, I would never have her again.

Her grip relaxed and I slid myself out. She usually had a towel ready to clean up, but this time there were only tissues. She wiped herself with a handful and then pulled off my condom. "Put the tissues in the toilet. I have to get rid of this."

When I came back to the office, she was fully dressed. "Take your bike along the back property. Go along the stream, but make sure no one sees you."

"Goodbye Mrs. Lasalle."

"It's Marie. My name is Marie. I can't ever see you again, Will. Don't come back."

I didn't try to see her. I spent the next few years finishing school while living at home. It was only a short bike ride from the auto shop, but I never went back. I didn't try to see Beth either. Eventually I had a college girlfriend. Then I moved to another town for work.


After my time with Mrs. Lasalle, I finished school and moved away. After almost two years I was laid off from my job. I was hoping to be rehired, but I started looking for a new job. I moved back home to save money. I left behind a steady girlfriend named Brenda. I was determined to make our long-distance relationship survive. Every two weeks I visited her.

I had bought a used car when I started working and I was struggling to keep it running. The round-trip to see Brenda was difficult in that car. In the 1980s many cars were rust buckets, and my exhaust system was deteriorating beyond my ability to maintain it. I decided to take it to Lasalle's Auto Shop. I expected my old friend Kevin to give me a fair deal, and I guess I wanted to see Mrs. Lasalle again. I thought of taking my car somewhere else, but that would have looked odd to my father who had his cars repaired there.

I took the car in. The mechanic was not impressed. He showed me the underbody and told me I should replace the entire exhaust system. It was a high quote. Kevin wasn't around and I didn't see Mrs. Lasalle. If it had to be done, it had to be done. I signed off on the work and sat down in the waiting room. I could have walked home, but I decided to wait. I saw Mrs. Lasalle walk into the waiting room and into the work area. She didn't see me. I stared. She was still a good-looking woman. Her hair was a little grayer and she was wearing a loose shirt hiding some extra weight, but in her slacks, her ass still looked exactly the same. The mechanic handed her some paperwork. It must have been my quote with my name because she immediately turned and looked into the waiting room and spotted me staring back. There was a look of shock on her face. She walked back into the waiting room. I wasn't the only person in the room, but she walked up and greeted me. "Will. Good to see you. When they are done, come to my office, I will take care of the paperwork."

"Yes. It is good to see you too." I stammered.

For the next hour I sat there, and my mind wondered. More than a few times I replayed the things we had done to each other in that office. I tried to think of something else because I developed a woody that wouldn't go away. The mechanic came in and went down the hallway. A minute later he came back and sent me in. "Second door. Just go in."

I walked down that familiar hallway and stepped into the office. She asked me to sit down. She worked on my invoice and handed it to me. It was a big number, but I noticed a discount. "I gave you the family discount Will. It's the most I can do. It covers my costs."

"Thanks. I worked for almost three years. I've got some money."

"Are you not working now?"

I told her my situation.

She looked at the invoice again. "You could help me out."

I tried not to think of any funny implications. "How?"

"You live close by, and your car is serviceable. It needs new brake pads and struts. If you agree to be on call to drive people home from the shop, we can pay you for the hours you work, and we will fix your car up."

"Oh, you don't have to do that."

"Are you willing to be on call?"

"Sure."

The next day my mother called out 'Mrs. Lasalle's on the phone'. It was so strange to hear those words. We were so secretive that summer. I started occasionally driving people home who left their car at the shop, and I picked up a few to return them when their car was finished. I saw Mrs. Lasalle often. I went with Kevin to pick up parts in their truck, and after that I picked up parts for them a few times a week. I would unload the parts and update the inventory. I brought the invoices to Mrs. Lasalle and updated the needed parts list and the part price list. I often sat across the desk from her doing my paperwork as she did hers. Sometimes when I glanced at her she would smile back at me. She always looked good. She kept her hair long and curly, and she always wore a dress or a blouse and skirt. I would watch her leave the office anytime I could. She was dressing nicer than the day I came back, and I wondered if she was doing it for me. I had told her about my out-of-town girlfriend, and nothing happened between us. Weeks went by and it became a decent part time job.

One day I thought she was out of the office, and I was sitting in her chair when she came in. "You're in the Boss's Chair!"

"Sorry." I got up and moved. She sat down and stared at me. I kept trying to do my work, but I noticed she didn't stop. So, I looked up at her and asked. "What's up?"

"Remember the last time you sat in my chair?"

"Yes." The second last time I met her that summer she gave me long, slow oral pleasure while I sat in that chair. I had to beg her to finish me. I tried to be dismissive so she would drop the topic. "It all blends together." But I had to add honestly. "Except for the first time."

"Ha. The first time was so easy."

"Easy? What do you mean easy?"

"Once I got on top of you, it only took a minute. I was used to my husband. I had to work on him for ten minutes before he could finish." She looked at me with that old leer. "Of course, you did give me a surprise."

My hardon was pushing into my jeans. I hoped I didn't look flushed, but this conversation was getting me flustered. Especially when I last saw my girlfriend more than a week ago. Curiosity got the best of me. "What surprise?"

"You filled my mouth more than I could swallow. I almost couldn't take it all."

I stared down at my paperwork, trying to calculate how much more it would take to finish. I had to get out of that office, although if I stood up now, she would be sure to notice how hard I was.

She didn't start working. She wasn't done with me. "Have you ever had better? Were any of your girlfriends as good?"

"No."

"I ruined them for you."

"Just one."

"What! Do tell."

"Come on Mrs. Lasalle, we shouldn't be talking like this. You're getting me distracted. I have a girlfriend."

"This is just talk. Talking isn't cheating. Are you talking about your current girlfriend?"

"No!"

"Well, you are on the clock, so this is your chance to tell me the story and get paid for it."

I looked across the desk. She had that wonderful look on her face when she was enjoying herself. I decided that I wouldn't mind the excitement of some dirty talk. "When I moved north and started work, there was a girl straight out of high school working there. She was cute and we started dating. She had no experience. None. For the first few dates all we did was kiss. I had to work on her a bit. Slip my hand up her shirt. Rub her nipples through her bra. She was responsive, which was hot, but she kept saying we shouldn't do more. I eventually had to explain to her that we had to do something, or I couldn't keep kissing her and grinding up against her. She agreed to let me take off my pants. She had never seen one close up and erect. I don't know if she even liked it, but I told her to put her hand on it. I had to tell her how to move it. She had to be told what to do. After a while of gentle stroking, she said 'Are we done?'. I told her to go faster, but she never stroked me hard enough. I had to put my hands over hers and pump a few times until I came. She let out a little indignant scream. I came all over our hands and along my inner thigh and the couch. I stroked myself with her hand until I had finished squirting, then she pulled her hand away. 'Look what you did Will. It's so messy.' She charged out of the room to wash up. When she came back, she told me it was too gross, and she wouldn't do it again. I thought of giving up, but the next day at work she was so insistent that we keep dating. When I got her alone next time, I told her she had to try it. She had to let me rub her pussy. She told me we could try, but that I couldn't make a mess. 'And don't stick your finger in, I'm a virgin.' I told her I had to rub her breasts first. She said that was fine. After a while I bent down and licked one of her little nipples. She whined a bit and then asked, 'Do you have to?' I told her to relax and after a while I could tell from her breathing that she was getting off on it. So, I slipped my hand down and unbuckled her jeans. I got my fingers under her underwear and started rubbing her...."

"I thought you were going to tell me how I ruined this girl for you."

"I am getting there. Anyway. What the hell? I um well we started doing each other with our hands after that. She was insistent on having a tissue covering the top of my penis when I came." I imitated her whiny voice. " 'Oh Will! You spilled over again!' I dated her for months and all I got were hand jobs. I had to cajole her every time."

Mrs. Lasalle leaned back in her chair. "I could see how that didn't compare well to what we did." She ran her tongue over her lower lip. I was sure she was re-living some memory.

"Eventually on my birthday I begged her to put her mouth on it. She did. She just kind of held it in her mouth. I know that sounds boring but after all that waiting it felt amazing. I told her to use her tongue and she reluctantly licked it. 'Warn me if you're going to finish Will.' She kept stopping to say that like three times! Every time I got close, she would lift her head to say that. When I warned her, she would pull up her head and just hold it with her hand. I was getting frustrated, so the last time I warned her late and I came in her face as she slapped a tissue over it. She thought that was the filthiest thing ever. I apologized, but it was a long time before she would do it again. Then after that she did it a few more times, but only when we had perfect privacy. She would hold a tissue close to her mouth ready to pull up and cover it. 'You better warn me this time, or it will be the last time.'"

"So, you broke up with her?"

"No. She was really pretty. She had a great set of little tits, and she liked me licking them. But she never really enjoyed giving me a blowjob. Hell, she didn't enjoy giving me a handjob. I took her away for a weekend to go to a concert. I had her in a motel bed and she gave me a decent blowjob. She didn't let me go down on her. 'You couldn't ever kiss me again Will!'. But I was rubbing her, and I shifted down and pushed my tongue against it. She squirmed away on all fours, and I licked her all over as she moved. I eventually held her in place with my hands on her hips. I lifted her hips and pushed my face against her. My face was against her ass, but I was able to lick her pussy with my extended tongue. Eventually she stopped struggling to get away and started to breathe heavily. She made these sounds like the letter O." I imitated the sound. "O....O.....O.....O....O....O...O...O..O..O.O.O finally she came while I licked her clit frantically. She shouted for 30 seconds. She was so loud that I'm sure everyone in the hotel heard. One guy laughed through the wall. She was so embarrassed. I know because she said it like 20 times."

"How did you like it, Will?"

"It was the greatest 30 seconds of my life. After that trip she said that she felt ashamed. What we were doing was basically sex and she wasn't going to have sex before she was married. I said, 'But you are still a virgin.' 'No more things with our mouths Will. Not till we are engaged.' "

"Engaged!" Mrs. Lasalle half laughed out the word.

"Yeah. Engaged. I took her out for a few more dates, but she held firm. She wouldn't kiss me anywhere but my mouth. Compared to how great things were with you. I mean, I could tell you really enjoyed it. I wanted that. I couldn't marry a girl who didn't like sex. The last time we were in her parent's basement. I was rubbing her and licking her nipple. I shifted down and started kissing down her belly. She slapped the top of my head and said, 'You're not going to put your tongue down there you dirty bird.' I got off the couch and left. I never talked to her again. For the next year at the plant, I saw her, and she gave me dirty looks. I heard she told the other girls working there that I was some sort of pervert."

"That must have gotten you a few dates."

"Yeah."

"Tell me."

"No more! Cmon Mrs. Lasalle. Let me finish my work so I can go home. I can't keep dirty talking to you. Someone is going to come into the office and notice how flushed you look."

"Stand up and let me see how flushed you are."

After that day, Mrs. Lasalle and I sometimes talked about sex. I told her about my college girlfriend, who started out normal but got into being tied up and eventually wanted to have other people involved. I told her about the second girl I dated up north. I broke up with her because I ultimately wasn't attracted to her enough. I wouldn't talk to her about my Brenda. I have to admit that talking to her like that was a turn on and I enjoyed listening to her stories. She had only been with three men. The one from high school, her husband and me. I knew about the first and myself, but she had some stories to tell about her husband. Mr. Lassalle liked things a certain way, and she found out on the honeymoon. He wanted to be satisfied every day. She had four kids in as many years. When she was too pregnant to screw she had to give him oral. 'That's how I got so good at it. He was twenty years older than me, and it took some effort to finish him.' She also told me that he had a fetish for her ass and used to tongue her there, especially the first few years they were married. "His favorite thing to do was to have me put my ass over his face while I leaned forward and licked the tip of his penis." Man, she talked so filthy I used to throb in my pants.

One day she talked about things that happened when she was my neighbor. "Do you remember staring at my tits when I was cutting roses in my backyard?"

I had thought that she didn't notice. They were the first tits I had ever got the opportunity to stare at. She was bending over braless, and her shirt was loose. I told her what I saw from my perspective. She told me she stretched out the conversation with me as she cut the roses. Our dirty talk was happening more and more often. I had hoped that we would run out of things to talk about, but we never did.

One day she said "Are you saying that after me you were only four girls? In four years?"

"No there was one more."

"What? You're holding out on me?"

"I can't tell you about it. It's too embarrassing."

"Willy!" She had a big goofy grin. "You're fired unless you tell me."

I put my papers down and made a big deal of getting up and leaving the room. She caught my hand and turned me towards her. She caught me smiling. I looked at her cleavage. I knew she didn't mind. "Ok. Last story. After this I have no more. And you can't tell Beth this one."

She made a face of mock indignation. "I don't tell my sister your stories!"

"Well, this one is bad. I have to start by telling you about Vince. He was a friend of my cousin Pete, and they would run scams together."

"Scams? Like criminals?"

"Not quite. One time there was a concert in a park downtown and they went to an abandoned lot, and they put up handmade parking signs. They collected money from more than a hundred people. They really crowded them in. When the lot was full, they just took off."


"What jerks."

"Yeah. Vince had rented a house close to the University and he had it crowded with guys all paying him rent. It turned into a party house. I was visiting Pete when Vince came in with a girl he knew. He introduced her and we hung out. She was a little wild. She was touching Pete and laughing, and she told me how cute I was. Vince just sat on the couch and smiled. She headed to the bedroom with Vince. After a while my cousin left to use the bathroom and didn't come back. I waited five minutes and then decided to check where he went. The bathroom was empty. I heard voices from Vince's room. It sounded like my cousin was having sex. So, I cracked open the door. The girl was on the bed on all fours, Vince was kneeling behind her fucking her, and my cousin was standing at the end of the bed with his dick in her mouth. I watched them gyrate for a few minutes. She had an OK body. Her loose tits hung down jiggling with the movement. Vince saw me in the doorway and waved his hand to tell me to come in. I stood next to the bed. Vince really started to fuck her hard and she stopped sucking Pete and just rested her face bouncing against his crotch until Vince came. Immediately Pete started turning her around and stuck his dick in her. Vince got up to leave and he said, 'Take my place bud.'"

"Oh my God. Will, this story is filthy. Did you take his place?"

I looked down at the desk and answered her. "Yes."

"You didn't fuck this girl, did you?"

"I leaned back against the headboard, and she started to play with my hardon. She slurped it into her mouth. It slid in and out as she rocked from being fucked. Vince came into the room holding a beer with a stupid smile on his face. I was embarrassed but I couldn't stop. Vince sat on the edge of the bed and started to rub and pull on her tits. 'Is baby ready to cum?' 'MmmMmm' she replied. He pulled and rubbed her nipples as she rocked from Pete's thrusts. She slipped off my shaft and rested her face against my stomach. She was being screwed and tugged at until she started to shake and whimper. She started to loudly moan as my cousin pumped her hard and yelled out that he was cumming. After my cousin stepped back the girl lifted her head and started moving up and down my shaft again. I looked up and there was a roommate of Vince's in the room. This new guy tugged at her and said to me 'Let's switch it up.' But I held on to her and grabbed her by the shoulders and pumped into her until I came. All three guys were standing there watching us. She grabbed a tissue and spit into it and then another and wiped her mouth and then her pussy. I slid off the bed as Vince got on and rolled her onto her back. He started kissing her breasts as the other guy approached her mouth with his hardon. I grabbed my pants and left the room. Pete wanted to stay but I told him I had to get out of there."

"Wow."

"Yeah, I know. Not my proudest moment."

"What a turn on. Fuck Will! You got me wet."

"It was a terrible story!"

"It's a fantasy for some girls. All that attention. Every part of your body. All those men getting off on you."

"You wouldn't want that."

"Sometimes I fantasize about it. You know. If you had a twin. Or if you got in bed with me and my husband."

"Oh my God. I can't believe you said that. I can't keep talking dirty with you. It's too much. I have to go. I will finish the paperwork tomorrow."

I couldn't even try to hide my erection. I walked to the door and put my hand in my pants and adjusted it down and left for the day. On the drive home I promised myself I would stop sharing stories with Mrs. Lasalle. It started to feel like I was cheating on Brenda. We both knew what we were doing to each other having those conversations. With Brenda two hours away and Mrs. Lasalle cranking me up it was torture.

Every two weeks I traveled to spend the weekend with Brenda. The first few visits were great. As the visits continued something changed. Brenda was going to a local college, and she started having difficulty with me hanging around for three days as she had studying to do as well as working late at a banquet hall some Fridays and Saturdays. She often had to cancel her plans with her friends to spend time with me. I had fewer opportunities to get her alone. The last couple of times I visited I felt like I was an afterthought to her. The feeling got so strong that I began to worry about it.

I was getting ready to leave to go up north one Friday when she called me and told me not to come. She had to do some stuff with her parents. I offered to come along, but she said it wouldn't work out. I said I would come the following week, but she said she had already made plans and that it would have to be two weeks later. "Four weeks!" I complained on the phone. She said it was difficult to just drop everything and spend two days with me. I didn't want to upset her, so I agreed. I was afraid of losing her. I played the nice boyfriend and told her to have a good trip with her family.

The next time I worked at the auto shop I tried to do as much paperwork as I could in the work area and in the waiting room. I only went into the office to update the inventory totals. I didn't give Mrs. Lasalle a chance to start a conversation.

Another day went by, and I went into the office to log my travel distance. I was walking to the door and Mrs. Lasalle stopped me. "Is everything ok? Are you mad at me for something?"

"Yes. I'm ok. I'm not mad. No. Not at all."

"You rush in and out of this room like I am contagious or something."

I turned around and sat down in the chair opposite her desk. "Sorry. I'm just frustrated. The long-distance relationship with Brenda, and spending time with you. I'm not mad."

"You just went and visited Brenda. It can't be that bad."

"About that. I didn't go north this weekend."

"Is your car ok?"

"It's fine. Brenda had other things to do." Perhaps looking for some sympathy I added. "I won't see her for two more weeks."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

The next day I had to help her with invoices. She was checking all the invoices from a vendor for overcharges. I went through the cabinets pulling the invoices and handing them to her. She wrote down some totals and handed them back to be refiled. She was wearing a skirt and blouse that she had worn years ago. She still looked so good in them. I had to kneel down to get invoices from the bottom of the cabinet and I kept having to look up at her. She had her reading glasses on, and she would press her tongue against her lower lip when she added up numbers. Without even trying she was getting me worked up. She would face me when adding numbers and turn around to put tally sheets on the cabinet behind her. Later she bent over her desk writing down the totals and without looking back she said. "You are done for the day. I will need you tomorrow." Then she turned to face me. For the first time I contemplated putting my hands on her. I regained control and left. She eyed me as I walked out of the office.

The next day she called my home and told me to pick up some paperwork from the vendor in question and bring it to her in her office. I got there late in the day. When I entered the office, she got up and closed the door. She told me to sit down and stood in front of me against the desk and asked for the report. She read the report. I had nothing to do, and she was standing right in front of me. She had a new dress on, similar to one I liked years ago. It hugged her body tight and pulled in her midsection pushing up her breasts and giving her an hourglass shape. She would turn around to look at paperwork on her desk and when she did, I noticed how round her ass looked in that dress. She was wearing high heels and white stockings.

She faced me and turned a couple of times until she finally put the report down and looked down on me. "Is it ok if I show you something Will?"

I nodded.

"Beth was telling me that when you were with her...." as she talked her hands were at her sides slowly raising the bottom of her dress. "...that you really enjoyed not wearing a condom..." her long nails kept pulling the thin material past her knees. I saw the frilly top of her white stockings. "...now I know that you always wanted to do that with me..." her dress kept moving up. It was high enough to show her underwear, but I only saw flesh. "...I want you to know, if you want to..." she wasn't wearing underwear and I saw the first hint of pubes. "...you can have me without a condom..." her dress was lifted high enough that I could see all of her pussy "...right here, right now. I will bend..." it was trimmed and shaved. It only had a narrow strip of short hair covering the folds of her opening. "...over this desk and you can..." the hair was so short I could clearly see the shape of her skin and that long soft opening. "... fuck me from behind like you always want to."

I couldn't take my eyes off of it. I didn't know what she was thinking because I couldn't look up. She finally added softly 'the door is locked'. I slid off the chair onto my knees, and I started kissing it. Really kissing. Not sexual at first but just with affection. I pressed my cheek against one side feeling her exposed skin. I started with closed mouth kisses but soon my mouth was open, and my tongue spread apart the small amount of hair. I felt her breathing change. She sunk back against the desk and put her hands out to support herself. As my tongue and lips moved, she started to take sharp short breaths. She pushed me back a few inches. Then she turned around in that tight space and leaned over the desk. I pressed my face forward and extended my tongue along the bottom. With my forehead pressed against her soft ass I extended my tongue to scrape her small patch of hair.

"Stand up." She whispered. "We can't stay in this office too long". I stood and dropped my pants to my ankles. I put my hardon up against her wet lips and slowly worked my shaft into her. It would have gone in easily, but I took my time anyway savoring the feel of her flesh. I had only about half my shaft in, when I started moving it in and out. I used my hand on the base of my shaft, and I moved the head up and down sliding over the folds of her loose opening. Then I pressed all the way in, and she inhaled loudly. I rocked into her for the next few minutes as slowly as I could stand it. I put my hands and her ass and separated her cheeks. I saw the pubes that she had missed deep in her crack. 'Come on' she said while breathing heavy 'fuck me.' I started pushing into her harder. The steady swinging of my hips made the desk shake. Her body shifted across the desk and back with every swing. The only sound in the office was the desk creaking and our breathing. Loud noises from the garage occasionally rang out. A photograph in a frame fell over. Paperwork fell off the desk. I leaned back to look down past her ass cheeks and watched my shaft slide in and out. I stopped suddenly deep inside her, my pubes filling the crack of her ass. I grunted loud enough to compete with the sounds from the garage. I felt my dick swelling and pumping. I clamped my mouth shut and made a strained sound as I shot hot fluid into her.

I leaned my weight into her, breathing on her back. She grabbed a box of tissues and handed it back to me. I pulled out of her and put a tissue over my glistening shaft. I pressed another tissue against her creamy opening.

"Let me up." She stood and adjusted her dress. I was standing there holding my dick in a tissue. She took another couple of tissues and reached under her dress cleaning her wet gap. I got my pants on and dropped into the seat behind me. She went to the door and opened it up. She came back and sat at her desk. She picked up the report and pretended to look it over. She gave me a smile and said, "That's all for today. We have to pick up parts tomorrow."

I got up and looked down to make sure that no tissue or wetness was visible in my jeans. I was at home a few minutes later thinking about what I had done. I had cheated on Brenda. I loved Brenda. I wanted to stay with her until she was ready for a proposal. Now I had cheated on her. Brenda and I had not made love yet. It was my first fuck in almost a year, my first since Beth without a condom. Taking Mrs. Lasalle over that desk was so hot. I still had eight days before I saw Brenda again. I didn't know if I could last. I couldn't lose Brenda. I could not tell her what happened, but I had to stop.

I decided that I was going to move back up north to be with Brenda and take any job I could find. I planned to tell Brenda on Saturday. We could look for an apartment together, and I could live close by. She was busy with school and work, but since I would be close, she could see me when she wanted. I would have to get a job unrelated to my education, and I would be stuck there in a low paying job waiting for the plant to reopen, but even if it didn't, Brenda would graduate in a couple of years and then we could look for jobs anywhere.

I travelled up Friday afternoon. After dinner with her parents, Brenda's mother made her husband take her shopping. I think she took pity on me after not seeing Brenda for four weeks and gave us some alone time. Brenda took me to her bedroom and things were great. I wanted to be generous with her and win back some of the affection she used to give me. We rolled around on the bed undressing each other and I kissed her body all over. I was desperate to have her after four weeks. Brenda seemed to really enjoy all my attention. We eventually ended up in the sixty-nine position. I was taking it easy and running my hand over her back and her rump. When my fingers slid through the crack of her ass, she lifted her head and said "Yeah, there."

So, I returned my fingers and squeezed her buttocks. She said "Oh yeah." a couple of times so I pushed my fingers farther. My middle finger reached the folded skin of her anus and she moaned and said "There, there." So, I kept my finger there as I licked her slowly. I traced a circle around the edge of her anus until she said "More." I wanted to please her, so I pushed my index finger into her. She responded with pleasurable moans and enthusiasm with her mouth. She was grabbing my ass as well. This was new for us. We hadn't done anything new in months, and I was anxious to do anything she wanted.

As I licked and tongued her, I pushed my index finger farther and wiggled it inside of her. She kept saying yes, so I pushed it farther until it was halfway in. She still wanted more, but I couldn't comfortably push it farther, so I moved it a little faster, plunging and pulling it. She started swinging her hips and soon she was panting and holding my dick in her hand. I held on as best I could with my finger still in her until she wailed loudly and pulsed against my face. The noise she made was different from anything I had heard before. With my finger in her I felt her ass shake from the inside. I pulled my finger out and she rolled over and curled up.

She took a minute to recover and then went down on me. I kept my ass on the bed afraid that she might try to put a finger in me. After we finished, we got dressed and cleaned up and sat on the couch waiting for her parents' return. I was too embarrassed to talk about it. I was glad that she enjoyed it, and I knew I would do it again anytime she wanted. That evening I watched a movie with her parents because Brenda had work to do. I heard her on the phone talking to her friends. When it was late, I went downstairs and got comfortable on the couch. Brenda went to sleep and after waiting for her I fell asleep as well.

In the middle of the night, she snuck down and got on the couch with me. We fooled around again. Afterwards she crowded beside me and told me how much she enjoyed earlier in the evening. Then she said, "Tomorrow we could do something more."

After she left, I wondered what 'something more' meant. Was she talking about me using my tongue back there? Had she heard that rumor about me? Was she into that or just curious? Then I thought maybe she meant penetration back there. Was she offering herself up because I had pressured her to have sex and it was an alternative? I was going to tell her that I was planning on committing to her. I could be patient.

The next morning her mom was gone, and her father was outside. Normally, we would have our hands on each other but instead she wanted me to take her to a friend's place. I was disappointed that she wanted to spend time away again. It was time to tell her my plan. I told her I was going to look for an apartment and move up at the beginning of the month.

"Is the plant re-opening?"

"No. I am moving up to be close to you. I will find a different job."

She was silent for a while. Then she said, "You shouldn't do that."

I didn't know what to say. I was shocked. I guess our relationship was worse than I feared. "Ok. Why not? I could be close by. You could see me whenever you are not too busy with school."

"I think we should give each other some time."

"Time for what? Time to date other people?"

"Will. It's just that I only dated you. You have plenty of experience with other girls."

"And you haven't. And you want to. Have you dated anyone yet?"

"Not really."

There it was. She was interested in someone else. With me gone and her lack of interest in me when I was around, I was sure her 'not really', was just a denial.

"Can you give me a name?"

"You don't know him."

"Ok. Then you might as well give me his name."

"Gus."

I thought of the name. No one at the plant. No one I had ever met in this town. Then I remembered her father talking about a neighbor named Gustava, the guy who fixed cars in his driveway. "Is it Gustava? The guy three houses down?" She just made a face. I was right. "He's married. He's like thirty years old, isn't he?"

"He's separated."

"So, you have been hanging out with Gus. He's been showing you some stuff, has he?" I thought about what she said to me last night. About her sudden interest in doing something new. I grabbed her by the waist and turned her and grabbed a cheek of her ass roughly. "Did he stick his finger back there?" She didn't answer. "His tongue? His dick? HIS DICK?"

She pulled away from me. "I'm still a virgin."

"You are a virgin." I thought about that statement. "You are a type of virgin. I guess."

"Oh, you hypocrite. As if you have never done that."

"I never have. I've never stuck my dick up somebody's ass."

"You stuck your tongue up Silvi Azzi's bum."

"That was a mistake."

"A mistake! Were you aiming your tongue somewhere else, and she turned, and it ended up going up her bum?"

"I was trying to get her to do something else and it just happened."

We stood silently for a minute. There were a lot of emotions on her face. She was hard to read. But she wasn't regretful. I had seen Gus from a distance. I pictured him playing her. Giving her attention. Working on her curiosity until they did something physical. Then I had a horrible image of her bent over as he shoved his tongue up her ass and the image of him sliding his fat dick slowly into her asshole.

I thought of what I had done. I pictured Mrs. Lasalle bent over her desk as I slid in and out of her and held her ass cheeks apart to stare at her brown spot. I wanted to yell at her for cheating, but I couldn't. I would be a hypocrite.

I turned away and went down into the basement. I got my travel bag and put my clothes back in. I made sure that the box with the present I had brought was still in the bag buried deep. Then I came back up and headed to the door.

"Your leaving? You are not going to stay until tomorrow?"

"No. No. I am going to go."

"Leave if you want to. I am not going to feel bad. You leave me alone for two weeks at a time, then you come up here and expect me to drop everything and spend every minute with you."

"Tell your parents thanks for letting me stay here. Don't tell them why I left, just say I had to go." I looked at her trying to figure her out. "If I get called back to work and I move up I will give you a call."

I walked to the car. I held my key up to the ignition and hesitated. I was hoping she would come running out and say something to make it all better, but her door remained closed. I turned the key.

It was a rough drive home. You don't read these stories to hear about me getting all weepy. I kept thinking that Brenda was better in most ways than Silvi, but Silvi would have never cheated on me.

On Monday I went to the auto shop. I told Mrs. Lasalle that I wanted to work past the end of the month, that I needed to work past the end of the month.

This series of Stories:

An Evening with Mrs. Lasalle
An Afternoon with Mrs. Lasalle
Dinner with Mrs. Lasalle
Working for Mrs. Lasalle