I grabbed my purse and scooted out of the office before he could say a word but as I went around the corner into the hallway I could see the look of pure astonishment on his face.

It was a hot night and I was all alone in the house. Robbie was off doing something evil to some poor girl I guess. There was nothing worth watching on TV so I went to my room, put some relaxing music on the stereo and stretched out naked on my bed. There was just the barest hint of a breeze ruffling the thin white curtains at my window but it did nothing to cool me off. I couldn't get the thought of Dave's cock out of my mind. It was like I could still feel it, rubbing against my back. What would I have done had we been the only two left in the building? Unzipped his pants and touched it? The thought made me shudder. I closed my eyes and placed my hand between my legs. My pussy felt wet, the fine hair around the lips was sticking to my skin. I ran my finger along the damp slit and the lips parted ever so slightly and I felt a little trickle of liquid run over my fingertips. I rubbed the smooth skin on the insides of my pussy lips until I was beginning to tingle all over. I wished it was Dave's cock doing the rubbing. I couldn't believe how big and hard it had felt pressed against me. It was almost scary to think of something that big trying to break into my little, untested pussy but right then I would have been more than willing to let him try.

I began to picture the scene:

We are working real late and the rest of the building is dark except for Dave's office. I have moved my typewriter in there so he can pass his rough notes to me without having to keep getting up.

Finally I'm finished and jump out of my chair triumphantly. Dave jumps up too and grabs me around the waist. "You're a great kid, Anna," he says, "and a real hard worker. I think I owe you dinner and a bottle of wine."

"I'm not supposed to drink," I say. "I'm only twenty."