Kinky Jenny

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, DomSub, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Jenny the office temp gets kinky!



Jenny was a temp, brought into our company to cope with a new product release and also to cover the summer holiday period. Now as most of my readers know I prefer my women older and fleshy. Jenny was totally different; she was just twenty-one years old. Slim and pretty. She had the most amazing bum, like two peach halves trapped under her skirt. The skirts she wore always seemed to show off her long legs and cute little ass. Her tits were small but looked big on her tiny frame, she was perhaps a thirty-four C cup. They looked like they needed no support at all, they were so pert and so delicious looking. Unfortunately I was not in the office much that summer; I had chatted with Jenny on the telephone a few times but not spent much time in her company. I know a lot of the younger lads in the office had tried their luck with her but to no avail.

There was a rumour that she batted from the other side, but this rumour always seemed to raise its ugly head when a girl turned one of the lads down. She did not look like a typical lesbian but you never can tell, I guess.

Our offices are pretty old fashioned; the guys were always expected to wear a shirt and tie, apart from Fridays which were traditionally dress down day. I had arrived early that day, with lots of paper work to catch up on. Jenny arrived around nine o'clock. She was wearing a long white summer skirt, long but very tight over her backside. A low cut white t-shirt showed off the swell of her suntanned breasts nicely. I did not take much notice of her until mid-morning when she decided to make coffee for everyone. She collected my cup and then leant over the desk and grabbed a colleague's cup.

Jenny's skirt was pulled over her bum as tight as the skin on a drum. I could not help but stare; she had the most amazing butt. The skirt was so thin it was obvious that she was wearing a g-string or perhaps a thong. The pinkness of her buttocks was obvious through the thin, tight white material, but I could see a white band around her waist.

I watched her as she moved around the office; she did have a cute body. As I have said, not my usually type but sexy enough. At twenty-one Jenny was fifteen years younger than me, and I knew from the office gossip that a few of the young lads had chanced their arms with out success. So I figured that an old bloke like me had no chance. I spent most of the morning and mid-afternoon watching the gorgeous globes of her arse as she went about her work. Her butt seemed well-toned and very firm, her tits also caught my eye; not huge but firm, they swelled nicely under her t-shirt. It took until mid-afternoon for me to come to my senses and realize that this pretty young thing would never look twice at me.

I think my train of thought was broken by the crack of thunder that brought with it rain. A lovely summer day turned dark, the sky was almost black. Every now and then a flash of lightening cut through the darkness. The thunder was unrelenting as was the rain; when I looked out of the window at five o'clock the car park was covered in deep puddles. The rain was beating down onto the roofs of the cars. I packed up my laptop before heading upstairs to grab some files that I needed for the following week.

It only took me a few steps to get to my car, but even then I ended up half drenched. I slumped in the driver's seat and waited for the engine to warm up so that the mist on the windows would clear. I drove out of the gates and down the road. The rain was beating down and the windscreen wipers were finding it difficult to keep up.

I swung out of the road our company offices were on, into the slow stream of traffic heading down the main road of the industrial estate. The traffic was very slow and I could see her before I was level with her. Jenny was standing at the bus stop; she looked like a drowned rat. There was no shelter and she was standing in the pouring rain. Her hair was plastered against her checks and her clothes that left little to the imagination were now see-through. Even out of my rain splattered windscreen I could see her gorgeous long legs and her cute bum, her top was also now transparent and the lacy cups of her little bra were plainly evident. Her white summer clothes were obviously providing her with little protection from the elements.

The bus stop was crowded, mostly guys from the local factories, all getting their free view of poor little Jenny. I pulled the car over and wound down the passenger side window. I called Jenny over to the car. Rain was running in rivulets down her face, and dripping off her nose and chin. She looked forlorn, her hair was matted. She was visibly shivering in the cold.

"Hi, Phil. What's up?" she said her teeth chattering.

"Jenny, get in the car before you drown," I said, opening the door. She was hesitant.

"Do you go home my way?" she asked.

"Sure thing," I replied without even worrying where she lived. There was no way I could leave her standing there. She was every guy's dream, a sexy wet girl with little on.

She got in to the car and I pulled back into the traffic. Once I was moving at speed I turned and smiled at her. She was shivering and water was dripping from her. I put the car's heater on full blast. It took seconds for the car to start to warm up.

"Thanks, I was freezing and I am soaking wet," Jenny said with a smile.

"No problem. Have a look in the door pocket. There may be some disposable hankies," I said.

When I turned around Jenny was wiping her face and neck, the hankies were small but at least she could mop up some of the dampness.

We came to a set of traffic lights. I normally turned left to go home, and they turned red as we approached them.

"So, Jenny, where about do you live?" I enquired.

"Do you know Mosley Village?" she asked as she wiped drops of rain from her chest. I had to turn away; the effect was very erotic and I was sure that I would crash the car if I looked at her once more while she did that.

"Yes, I know it." I swung the car into the right hand lane and headed off toward Mosley. The journey was fairly uneventful. We chatted about the weather (how very English), and what we were doing that weekend.

Once we were in the area, Jenny directed me to an apartment block. I pulled up outside the front door.

"So are you coming in for a coffee, Phil?" Jenny asked.

"I don't want to be a nuisance," I replied.

"Don't be silly. You have gone well out of your way to drop me off and the least I can do is offer you coffee!" She laughed

"Are you sure I am not putting you out? I don't want to make you late for a date with your boyfriend," I said fishing for information.

"Hey, all I have planned is a shower and a Chinese takeaway," she said looking me straight in the eyes. "Let me make you coffee to say thank you for the lift home."

I parked the car and we both dashed through the rain to the front doors of the apartment block. Jenny's flat was on the second floor. It was nice, a bit basic, but nice. The living room had a sofa, a nice looking stereo system but strangely no TV. A small open plan kitchen was at one side of the living room and a small hallway led off the right. I was guessing that it led down to the bedroom and bathroom.

Once inside Jenny directed me toward the sofa and went into the kitchen, I heard water flowing and the sound of a tea spoon rattling in cups. I looked around the living room. Jenny was obviously a big music fan; her stereo was on top of the range and there were shelves full of CDs.

I heard the kettle humming as it boiled.

"Phil, I hope you don't mind but I am soaked to the skin," Jenny shouted from the kitchen. "I am going to jump in the shower. I promise I won't be long."

She walked into the room carrying a steaming cup and a plate.

"Stick a CD on. I will be five minutes tops," she said, handing me the coffee and a plate of biscuits.

I watched her cute bum as she waltzed down the hallway. Her skirt was still see through. I could clearly see her buttocks, tight and firm, as she walked. She went into a door on the right hand side of the hallway and a few seconds later I heard the unmistakable sound of a shower running. I used the remote control and opened the CD draw of the HiFi system. There were three disks already in the draw: Dido, Coldplay and Gavin Degraw. The girl had good musical taste for someone so young. I closed the door and set the stereo to play random tracks.

The coffee was good and I lost track of time as I sat back and listened to the music. As is the norm with most women, Jenny's five minutes turned into fifteen. I heard the door of the bathroom open and turned to see Jenny dash across the hall. She was wrapped in a fluffy bath towel. The door, I guessed at the bedroom door, shut behind her. I settled back in to my seat. Only a few minutes later the bedroom door opened and Jenny wandered down to the living room.

As soon as I saw her my dick started to react. Jenny was dressed in a red silk kimono; it was loosely tied with a belt around her waist. Its hem was close to the top of her shapely thighs, thighs that looked inviting.

"Sorry I took so long, Phil, but you know what us girlies are like," Jenny laughed. "Would you like more coffee?"

"Only if you are having one," I replied taking in her shapely body. My nose filled with the smell of some exotic soap or lotion.

"Well, I was going to open a bottle of wine if you care to join me," Jenny offered as she walked into the kitchen.

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