2.50 - A Tender Spot

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Written by WilloWisp

2.50 - A Tender Spot

"Ah, no, that won't work. I need you to keep going on the installation process. Send Heather and Susan." He folded up his phone, drew a sharp breath, and ran his hand through his curly reddish-brown hair.

I turned back to the painting on the wall. It seemed so familiar, if I could only remember where I'd seen it...

"Sorry about all the phone calls, Jill," he said, sitting back down next to me, "I've barely had a chance to talk with you at all." He smiled. It was a sweet smile.

"Oh, I don't mind, I'm still having a great time. You're obviously very busy, being the IT manager and everything. Besides, it gives me a chance to think about this painting." I tilted my head, squinting. "I'm almost certain I've seen it before. I'm 75% sure."

He sipped his coffee and grimaced, sucking air through is teeth. "Is it your stitches?" I asked, concerned. I had already hurt him earlier, poking him in the chest on the wounded spot. I wondered if his recovery would interfere with his classwork. He showed me the bandage earlier: It was pretty big, but he acted like it was no big deal.

"Ah, it's okay. It's just as much the coffee as the pain." He took another sip. "Stale to the last drop," he said.

I sniffed mine, sipping it carefully. "Tastes fine to me. Pretty good, actually."

"Yes, well. Maybe my tastebuds are just different. No accounting for it, is there?"

I was confused. "For what?"

"Never mind." He picked up his notepad and began scribbling more notes. I could see some of what he'd written so far:

head nurse:            Watermelon
shop manager:          Cherry
dance club pres.:      Raspberry
swim team coach:       Honey
cheerleader capt.:     Strawberry
student council pres.: ?

  - High intelligence
  - Strong problem solving skills (probably)
  - Position of authority? Teacher? Faculty? Club presidents?
  - May refuse sexual commands?

It looked really interesting, especially since I was the Student Council president. Was he taking notes on my personal preferences? That was so romantic! "What are you working on there?"

He looked up. Was he embarrassed? I didn't want to put him on the spot. "Oh, just some notes on... uh... local flavor." He thought for a moment. "I guess there is accounting for taste."

"What's that bit there about?" I asked, pointing to the line about sexual commands. "Are you looking for a more assertive girlfriend?" I batted my eyelashes at him and pouted. "I'm not sure I could handle that," I said. I knew he wasn't my boyfriend, but this was kind of a date.

We were all by ourselves in the coffee shop, apart from the barista. She wasn't really paying attention to us, and seemed to be engrossed in polishing the table opposite us. With her back to us, each time she bent over while polishing the table, her skirt would ride up on her butt. I could just see the edge of her underwear sometimes. Maybe I could... I shook myself out of a pleasant daydream. Now wasn't the time for that. I was still getting to know him. Maybe I would do that kind of thing for him later, but not yet.

I looked back at the painting, wrinkling my brow in concentration. Finally, I gave up. "It's no good. I'm at least 80% sure I've seen it somewhere before, but I don't think I'm going to get any closer than that."

He "Hmm"ed still looking at his notes, then looked up. A thoughtful look was on his face. "80%, you said?" He looked at his watch. "Damn. Need to pick up the pace." He pulled some kind of device out of his pocket. "One charge left... maybe I can recharge it or something." He pushed the button, and a tinny buzz filled the air. Indicating the painting, he said, "Are you sure? Take another look at it."

I looked back. It wasn't really clear. I felt funny. "Do you smell something? It tastes... blue." I said. "Oh!" my eyes went wide. I looked back at him. "Yes, I've definitely seen that painting before."

The device in his hand made a small "fzzt" sound, then the buzzing sound stopped. "Yes, I'm 100% sure of it!" I said.

He glanced at the device, a disappointed look on his face. I hoped he wasn't disappointed with me. "Well, at least we got there in the end." He waved over the barista. "Miss?" Her heels clicked on the tiled floor as she crossed to us.

"Hi, sir, how can I serve you?" She smiled at him.

He looked down at his still half-full coffee. "Do you have any orange juice or something?"

She nodded enthusiastically, her wavy auburn hair bouncing as she did so. "We sure do! 100% fresh squeezed this morning."

"I somehow doubt that," he said, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, fresh squeezed from the vac-capsule. Then mixed with water. But it's 100%. You want me to get you some?"

"Not just yet," he said, turning back to me. "Jill, could you answer some personal questions for me?"

I blushed. "Anything for you. I'll tell you my deepest secrets."

"How do you feel about sucking cock, or taking it up the ass?" This date was going better than I hoped.

"I love them both!" I exclaimed. Two of my most favorite things!

He looked mildly disappointed. "Would you mind fingering yourself for a bit? Just until you're wet."

Of course I didn't mind. "Should I get up on the table?"

"Sure, why not." He moved his notes aside.

I stood, luxuriating in the permission to please him this way. I hiked my skirt up, revealing the tops of my stockings, and my black thong. Straddling him with my high heels on his chair to steady myself, I planted my ass on the table in front of him, spreading my legs wide. I pulled my thong aside, and slipped my fingers in the warm softness of my pussy. It felt fantastic.

I stopped. He had said until I was wet, after all, and I already was. I sighed, contentedly.

"Hold your fingers out," he said. Was he going to kiss my hand? I held out my hand as instructed. This was fun!

He licked my fingers, experimentally. I moaned in joy. I never knew how good this could feel! He shook his haid, then scribbled down a note, writing the word "cherry" next to "Student council president" on his pad. "Okay, stand up, and get undressed."

I nearly jumped down, eager to please. "Yes, sir!" I said, nearly bubbling over with joy. I unfastened my skirt, letting it fall to the floor, and pulled my tight top up over my head, tossing it aside. The barista watched it fall. I guess she was just remembering what to clean up later. I cupped my boobs, squeezing them together and leaning forward. "Like what you see?"

He stared for a few seconds, then shook himself. I could tell from the bulge in his pants that he was enjoying it. "Uh, yeah. Just, go ahead and get naked."

"Stockings too?" I asked.

"What are they made of?"

"Genuine InfiNylon. Smooth as silk. Wanna feel?" I brought my leg up, planting my foot on the back of his chair.

He gaped, then gulped, shaking his head. "No, that's okay. They're static free. Leave them on, it'll save time. Panties and bra off, though." I unhooked my bra, dropping it to one side, then pulled down my thong, bending over with my back to him. Maybe I should spread my legs a bit, I thought. He turned to the barista. "You know how to do a monthly, right?"

She nodded, smiling cheerfully. "Oh, absolutely sir." She pulled her skirt up, revealing red lacy see-through panties. "I just put my finger in here," she said, pointing at her pussy. She turned around, pulling down her panties and bending over. "And in here," she said, indicating her ass. She turned back around, her skirt still up around her waist, her panties around mid-thigh. She looked at him hopefully. "Do you... want to try it on me?" she said.

"Ah... well, there's wanting, and there's needing. And right now, I need you to just start on a monthly for Jill here. I'll tell you what you need to do along the way." He turned to me again. "Bend over on the table, Jill, legs apart."

I did exactly as he told me. This was turning out to be the best date ever! It was so romantic. I felt a hand on my butt, then felt something wonderful...

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