On-the-Job Training

by Eric Williams

On the first day of my new job cleaning carpets, my boss gave me some strange advice. “Women see spots,” he said.

“Excuse me?” I had no idea what the man was talking about.

“Spots that nobody else can see. If a woman points to her rug and says that there’s still a spot, you simply nod and rub where she tells you. It’s pointless to argue.” I mentally filed this bit of information under “bizarre,” and then got into my truck and headed out to my first job. I cleaned the carpets without trouble, heard nothing about mystery spots, and moved on to my second assignment. Weeks went by, and I forgot all about my boss’s crazy advice.

Then, one lazy summer afternoon, I found myself at a mansion on a quiet cul-de-sac. The door was opened for me by a sun-kissed blonde clad only in short-shorts and a midriff-baring halter. She looked to be about twenty-five, exactly my age. As I stood in the doorway, her blue eyes focused on my face and then wandered down my body. I keep myself in tight shape, and wasn’t surprised when her lips curved into a smile. I’m a bit over six feet tall, with curly dark-brown hair and even darker eyes. It was a hot day, and my arm muscles bulged beneath my short-sleeved shirt.

While she appraised me, I checked her hand for a wedding ring. None. Did she own the house herself? Was she a guest? It wasn’t my place to ask questions, but I did my best to find out the answer. “Mrs. Anderson?” I asked carefully.

“Miss,” she corrected me to my delight. “Why don’t you follow me?”

It was with great pleasure that I trailed after her, admiring her Daisy Mae attire. I stared longingly at her fine ass, just barely sheathed in those faded, ultrashort denim cutoffs. Her cheeks looked firm and tasty, and I caught sight of a bit of the half-moons with each step she took forward. I wanted to cup that sweet rear end in my hands, but I kept myself under control. Despite the warm, welcoming looks she’d given me at the door, I had a job to do. It was time to concentrate on carpets, not coming.

“Downstairs and upstairs,” she said as she led me into the palatial entryway. “I’ll be around if you have any questions.” During the couple of hours it took for me to finish the job, I caught occasional glimpses of her. First, dressed in a bright turquoise string bikini sunning herself outside. Later, I saw her moving around upstairs. She had a lithe, athletic look, as if she were a gymnast or a dancer. Her stomach was flat to the point of being concave, and her legs were toned and fit. I got the feeling that she was showing off for me, but I wasn’t about to make the first move. This was her house, and she had the upper hand.

She emerged to inspect my work as I was packing up my supplies. I like women who are confident in their bodies, and this one definitely was. She did not seem to notice that she was almost naked while I was fully dressed. I definitely did; it was impossible not to be aware of her deeply bronzed skin or the fact that it was only barely contained by her teeny bikini. As she looked over my work, I spent my time staring at the back of her bathing suit, wishing I could untie the bow and let the top fall free.

Calm down, I mentally chided myself. You’re on a job.

Although she appeared to be satisfied with all of my work downstairs, when she checked out the master bedroom, she shook her head and frowned.

“Is there a problem, Miss Anderson?” I asked, concerned over her unsatisfied look. I had done an extraspecial job, thinking of her the entire time.

“My name’s Jennifer,” she said, turning to me and offering her hand. I didn’t have to tell her my own name. It’s embroidered over my shirt pocket.

“Jennifer,” I repeated, liking the smile she was giving me, “is there a problem?”

“It’s just that I think you missed a spot,” she murmured, staring at a place by the large four-poster bed.

No alarms went off in my head. Nothing made me think that she might be playing me. With serious intent, I walked to her side, aware of the way her hair smelled and the scent of the suntan lotion she had used. Tropical, like mangoes or pineapple. I could easily imagine what it would be like to spread that oil all over her body, and I had to force myself to concentrate on what she was saying.

“Right there,” she insisted, pointing.

Together we looked down at the pristine white carpet. I could see nothing but the beautiful shag, yet I got on my hands and knees to look more carefully. Still no spots. But when I glanced back up at her, she was no longer at my side. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she had her legs spread and was gazing down at me. The vibes between us were palpable, like an electric wire connecting me to her, but I wanted further confirmation.

“I just can’t find the spot,” I said, hoping that I didn’t sound like an idiot.

“It’s right here, Eric,” she told me, stroking one finger up the center of her bikini bottoms. I didn’t need any more invitation than that. Even though I’m not normally such a spontaneous guy, this time I decided to follow my cock.

“Oh, yeah, I’ll take care of that,” I offered, crawling toward her on my hands and knees. When I reached the bed, her cunt was mouth-level, and I pressed my lips against her bikini, tasting her through the fabric. I licked like this for several minutes, making her moan and arch her body forward, pressing firmly against me. She was delicious, even through the thin nylon barrier, but I wanted to feel her naked skin under my tongue. I hoisted her hips in the air and helped her slide off the suit. For a moment I just stared at her, taking in the fact that she truly was a natural blonde, and admiring her soft, downy fur.

Jennifer had a wonderful aroma, and it made me want to taste her immediately. But I knew better, knew to take my time. After observing her sexy pussy for another moment, I pushed myself back on the carpet to focus on her adorable feet. She was wearing high-heeled sandals with open fronts, and I kissed each one of her little red-glossed toes, making her laugh and squirm. Then I worked upward, starting at her ankle and licking along the inside of her gracefully curved calf, tonguing my way toward the prize that was her pussy.

She groaned as I licked her, then whispered, “Please, Eric, please,” as if she thought that might hurry me. But I wouldn’t be rushed; I wanted to savor every moment. With great finesse I lapped at her smooth, sweet-tasting skin until I reached her inner thighs. I moved back and forth from one to the other, kissing and gently biting them. I could tell that I was making her wet and hungry, and I liked that.

“Oh, Eric, I need to be naked,” she suddenly said, and I stopped and watched as she untied the string of her bikini top and then pulled it off. There they were, perfect breasts, large enough to fill my hands without spilling over. They were tipped with nipples the color of sandalwood and the size of half-dollars. I stared at her, suddenly wanting to do too many things at once. I wanted to suckle her nipples, but at the same time I wanted to keep drinking from her cunt. When she lay back down again, waiting, I was even more conflicted. She looked so delectable spread out on her white satin comforter, like some fantasy feast prepared especially with my taste buds in mind.

“Eat me, Eric,” Jennifer moaned. “Put your tongue in my hot, wet pussy.”

I pressed my lips to her for the first unbarred connection of mouth to cunt. And she was amazing! Exactly as I’d imagined. The taste of her sex was like summer, her juices light and almost sugary. Wanting to satisfy my thirst for her, I drove my tongue inside her wet tunnel to reach for more.

“Oh, yes, Eric,” she groaned, “that’s the way.”

I could have lapped at her for hours, could have made those little spiraling circles with the point of my tongue, teasing around her pleasure button until she was simply demolished by orgasm after orgasm. But I also wanted to stretch it out, to make her come slowly. So I licked my lips and started tracing large circles around her clit, occasionally flicking her pulsing jewel but not giving it too much direct attention. I could tell that she was excited by the way she shimmied her hips on the comforter, as if trying to push me on.

Before I could make her come by pussy-licking alone, Jennifer stopped me. Moving around on the bed, she reached for the waistband of my slacks. Then she undid my fly with expertise, grabbing hungrily for my erection.

“I want you in my mouth,” she whispered. “I want to suck on your cock.”

As soon as the words flew from her lips, I wanted that as well. I stripped out of my pants and workshirt and then climbed onto the bed with her, now as naked as she was. With a hint of desperation, she wrapped her hands around my arms and pulled my body to her. Then, just as I had observed her pussy, she took a second to admire my thick cock. It was, without a doubt, ready for her. Throbbing and rock-hard, the purple mushroom helmet strained forward as if it were reaching out to play.

“Oh, yes,” she whispered, still staring, “that’s just what I want.”

In my opinion, it’s easy to tell someone who really likes sex. They give themselves over to it. This girl was like that. She pressed her face against my cock and breathed in deeply, smelling me and sighing as if she’d just gotten a whiff of the most heady of fragrances. Then she started to suck me off, and was she ever good! She instinctively knew how to give me the most pleasure, driving her tongue back beneath my balls to touch that trigger zone, then pressing it flat and lapping at my balls, very feline in her moves. Every few sucks, she stopped and rubbed my cock against her cheeks, getting her face all wet and sloppy. It was such an erotic move—like she couldn’t get enough of me and wanted to coat herself with my scent. Within minutes I was ready to come. I tried hard to stave it off, doing my best to think of nonsexy things but failing. Luckily, before I could shoot, she pulled her mouth off my cock and moved us onto the next stage of pleasure.

“Eric,” she whimpered, “take me from behind.” These were the words I was hoping to hear, and my cock jumped in response.

I flipped Jennifer over on the bed and then paused, observing her heart-shaped ass before parting those cheeks and sliding into her pussy. I pumped her once, hard, just to let her feel the full length of my organ. Then I slowed down, teasing her, hoping to make her ache for me. I wanted her to be desperate by the time we reached the finish—I knew we would get there together.

“Harder, Eric,” Jennifer moaned. “Fuck me hard and fast.”

Out the window went my plans for a nice, prolonged session. But quickies also have their appeal. I did it just like she asked, sticking my cock into her dripping cunt, pulling out, then driving in again as deep as it would go in order to make her moan. I wrapped one hand in her hair, gently holding it like a set of reins, and she groaned, “Pull it. Pull my hair, Eric. Please.”

It was exactly what I’d wanted to do, and as I continued to fuck her, I tightened my grip and pulled her long, cornsilk-soft mane. She made dovelike coos as she got closer to orgasm, letting me know when it was going to happen by the change in her voice. Her body tensed, and I could see the pleasure working its way through her, from the top of her head all the way down her body. And even though this was our first time together, I knew exactly what to do. I started thrusting at regular paces, in and out, hard, swirling my cock within her, letting her contract her tight pussy on me. As she started to come, I pulled her hair to tilt her head back to me, and then I leaned forward, kissing her mouth, dancing my tongue between her lips to mimic what I was doing below with my cock.

I kept thinking that it couldn’t get any better, and then it did. Jennifer started to tug at my cock with her cunt muscles, milking me with those powerful contractions. It felt as if she were pulling me even deeper inside her with each tight squeeze. Then, just as I started spurting my warm juices inside her, she began to climax too.

We both made noises like untamed beasts, howling as the orgasms slammed through our bodies. It turned me on so much that she was a screamer. I’m thrilled by a woman who can really let go and let the world know she’s coming. Jennifer was that type of girl, and her screams extended my own pleasure until I was spent. I collapsed next to her, pulling her body against mine so that we lay joined, our skin connected, breathing at the same rapid pace.

Honestly, even though I’d been fantasizing about fucking her since she’d opened her front door, I couldn’t believe what had happened. We had taken each other to the highest levels I’d ever reached. Now, even though she was practically a stranger, I felt a connection to her, a sexual bond. Lying next to her on the bed felt natural, as if we’d always been together. I knew that she felt it too, as she interlaced her fingers with mine, holding my hand in hers and sighing.

After relaxing for only a few minutes, Jennifer wriggled around in my embrace to look up at me. I could tell from the light in her eyes that she had some sexy idea to share. I couldn’t wait to hear it.

“Would you like to sunbathe outside with me?” she asked, her voice letting me know that even though the request sounded innocent enough, her vision of the act was plenty dirty. I nodded and quickly followed her down the stairs. I have to say, at that point I’d have followed her anywhere. My dick would have dragged me along after her even if my brain had hesitated.

Our second time started more slowly. Jennifer spread out two towels on the tiled deck, then lay down and looked up at me, a challenge in her large eyes. I spied a bottle of her suntan oil on the poolside table. Not caring about the mess, I took off the cap and spread a liberal amount on the palms of my hands. Then I slowly smoothed it all over her body until she glistened like a gilded statue in the late-afternoon light.

I was careful to avoid her most sensitive regions, massaging the oil into the skin on her arms, shoulders, belly, and thighs. I wanted to take my time, to get Jennifer all heated up again before touching her beautiful breasts and cunt. But too soon my cock was straining, yearning to be inside her again.

My fingers coated in the slippery oil, I spread her pussy lips to search out her clit. I ran my fingertips in sexy circles over and around it, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger and then rubbing it up and down. Jennifer’s eyes glazed over, letting me know that she liked the firmer touch. My hand was dripping now in a combination of the suntan oil and Jennifer’s own silky lubrication. Slowly, I slid one finger into her tight hole, and then another, feeling her cunt contract on my questing digits.

“More,” she whimpered. “Put another finger in me, Eric.”

I did just as she said, sliding a third and then a fourth finger into her hot sex, watching her face change as I finger-fucked her. Her cheeks were flushed and pink, her lips open and hungry. She bit her bottom lip and leaned back her head, and I could see the fine line of her neck.

“Now pour it on me,” Jennifer murmured. “Pour the oil all over my clit.”

I removed my hand and positioned my body between her legs. I parted her labia with the head of my cock, just placing the tip of it in the mouth of her pussy. Then I brought the bottle of oil between us and let a waterfall of the golden liquid pour between her lips. The scent of the lotion was all around us, that tropical fragrance that made me feel as if we were on some secluded desert island rather than in the backyard of a Northern California mansion.

When she was dripping, I slid deep inside her, plunging in and making a slurping noise with my cock in her tight cunt. As soon as she felt it, she started making sounds like she had in her bedroom. Her moans were low and guttural this time, seeming to come from deep within her body. They turned me on even more now that we were outside, even though I knew that in the privacy of her large backyard nobody could hear us.

“Oh, yes, that’s so good,” Jennifer moaned. “I love your big fat cock.”

I kept up my pace, thrusting into her, feeling my climax building inside me but not wanting to let go until she’d reached hers. My organ plunged forward and back, never entirely out, our bodies staying sealed together. Finally I brought one hand between her legs, plucking on her clit in rhythm to my thrusts. This did it for her, taking her to the precipice of pleasure and then driving her over it. As she came she screamed my name, saying, “Yes, Eric! Yes!”

I’m a sucker for a girl who calls out my name while she’s coming. It does something inside me to know that I’m the one bringing her such undeniable pleasure. Jennifer’s sultry voice was all I needed to reach my own finish line, and I pumped into her hard one more time and then stayed still, shooting rivers of white come into her tight little pussy.

There wasn’t really anything to say after that. I’d never experienced such untamed lust, and I could tell that she hadn’t either by the way her eyes kept focusing on me. Before I left I handed her my card, writing my home number on the back, hoping that she’d call me again. And not just to clean her carpets.

Then, as I climbed into my truck, my boss’s nonsensical words came flooding back to me: When women see spots, you simply nod and rub where they tell you.

Best fucking advice I ever got.