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you.'
     
    We poured out the vodka into cups from the
water cooler and I noticed she'd poured herself a big measure.
     
    'That's a stiff one.' I said with a grin. She
touched me on the arm.
     
    'That's how I like them,' she said, slyly.
     
    It was funny because I couldn't work her out.
Sometimes she seemed like a totally innocent girl and sometimes like a real
little slut. I guessed she'd been around a bit but she didn't give an
impression of being tarty . I once read about
something called a madonna -whore complex, some poncey name for blokes who think all women are either total slags or pure and holy like their mums. The thing was
that Mandy had this weird mix of both about her, and it was starting to drive
me wild.
     
    She knocked back the rest of her vodka and
started twirling her hair in her finger, then she
leant forward and touched me on the knee. 'I'm going to miss working with you,
Carl.'
     
    I paused and held her gaze. 'Yeah, it's been
good.'
     
    Then I knew the moment was right and leant
in, catching the smell of her perfume as I pushed her hair back and kissed her,
my heart suddenly pounding at the feel of those soft, full lips on mine. Her
mouth opened slightly and her little tongue flicked against mine, timidly at
first then her mouth opened wider and she pushed herself against me. We kissed
harder, and she made a little mewing sound in her throat then pulled back,
looking at me and breathing hard. I wondered if she was going to cry off then
she jumped up on the desk and pulled me towards her. She looked up at me with a
kind of helpless look which just melted me.
     
    'I want you, Carl.'
     
    She didn't say anything like 'fuck me', or
'what are you waiting for?' Just 'I want you' and somehow it sounded
heartbreakingly genuine, something I don't think I'd ever really heard from a
woman before.
     
    I smiled and pulled off my tie and shirt,
letting her run her hands across my chest then down to my crotch, squeezing and
caressing there with a touch that was like an electric current running through
me. I pulled off her little top and, like I'd suspected, she was wearing some
sort of sports bra thing that kept her tits under firm control. She smiled
shyly and reached behind, shrugging the bra off her shoulders. I swear I'd
never seen anything like it; her tits were like a wet dream and bigger than I'd
ever have guessed from her slim figure. They were a perfect shape, full and
round with large, dark nipples and I wondered for a minute if they were fakes;
but as I squeezed and stroked them I realised they were totally real. A frown
crossed her face and she looked down at her chest.
     
    'Do you like them then?'
     
    'They're amazing.' I leant down to kiss and
lick her nipples, feeling them form into bullet like points under my tongue as
she inhaled sharply.
     
    'I don't. They're too big.'
     
    That was what I meant about her little
innocent girl streak. She hadn't even worked out that she had breasts that some
men would kill to look at, let alone touch. I just laughed and said 'they're
beautiful. You're beautiful.'
     
    I helped her wriggle out of her flowery
little skirt, loving the silky smooth feel of her thighs and the skin around
the lacy edges of her knickers. I slipped a finger under and felt her moist,
smooth pussy, hearing her breathing get heavier, then pulled them off, running
my hands down from her narrow waist across her hourglass hips. I spread her
legs slightly and bent my head down, teasing the pink lips with my tongue as
she pushed her thighs towards me, taking my head in her hands and stroking it.
My tongue found her little clit and I lapped at it, enjoying the prickly
feeling of the narrow little landing strip of hair above it, working a finger
in and upwards at the same time and she gasped with pleasure.
     
    'You're so good....' she whispered.
     
    After a while she pushed my head away and
smiled. 'My turn now,' she said, grinning.
     
    She knelt in front of me and undid my belt,
letting my