Ellie

Ellie told me when I hired her that she could only stay for two months before she goes off to Uni. That’s ok, while I like a permanent team who know what’s what when we get busy, I don’t mind taking on temporary staff during peak season. 

After everyone had left, Ellie and I sat in the staff lounge on her last day. The coffee shop was gleaming, ready for tomorrow, and we exchanged small talk about how she had found working here, but it soon moved on to Ellie and more personal matters. 

She sat opposite me, dressed in our black logo’d shirt and black skirt. Ellie always chose the shorter skirt that, on her, came to just above mid thigh. Black plimsolls completed her outfit, and I knew, from peeking, she had a white, plain cotton bra on that didn’t hide her breasts at all. When she squatted down to get something from under the counter, one perfectly formed and firm boob and nipple were always on display. I must admit, I found myself getting turned on by Ellie. 

So, Ellie, then. 

Boyfriend? No. She only had one for a few months after high school. 

And was it a physical relationship? Yes, but not often, and he was cheating on her. 

Since (technically at least) Ellie no longer worked for me, I said “Well, if you don’t mind me saying, I think you’re better off without him, I can’t believe no one else has come along though.” She asked why. “Well, you’re intelligent, you’re obviously kind hearted too and….” I wasnt sure if I should say what was on my mind, but she urged me to go on. “ …and well, quite frankly, anyone who had the change of a kiss and cuddle with you and didn’t take it is an idiot. I imagine it would be quite something.” Pause for a nervous giggle. “If I thought there was a chance in a million of you saying yes, I’d ask for a kiss and cuddle with you myself.” 

Fuck….fucketty fuck fuck bollocks. 

Ellie turned bright red and turned her attention to her plimsolls. (Mind you, she had shifted minimally in her chair, and I could see a tiny white V between her legs.) Finally she spoke in a near whisper “I’ve never…withe a girl…..not yet.” (Time to make light of it and shrug the incident off) “Oh well….never mind. I’m just saying, anyone you let get a hand in your panties can count themselves very fortunate.” 

She was still staring at her knees, but was less beetroot coloured than she had been. “Well, like I said, ive not kissed a girl yet….but….if you wanted to….you…you could…” She didn’t even finish the sentence. 

Miss Brain, far better at reading the signs than I am tapped me on the shoulder and calmly informed me this would not be a full on lesbian, no holds barred, squirt and pee lesbian fuck fest. 

I walked over and sat beside her and put an arm around her shoulder, noticing as I did so, that her left nipple was visible and rock solid, like a cherry on a cake. I leaned in and let her come to me. A brief peck. Then a kiss. Then a longer kiss, followed by a longer one still. Five minutes? How the fuck should I know, I was hardly clock watching. All I know it that we built up our kissing and she was every bit the expert kisser I somehow knew she would be. I guess she and that early boyfriend spent a lot of time kissing. 

Slowly, I made a move for her shirt, just resting my hand above the top button before flicking it to see if she would stop me. She didn’t, so painfully slowly, I undid first one button, then two then three. I cupped her left boob over her bra, and it took enormous willpower, because I desperately wanted to feel this almost pubescent yet perfect boob skin to skin. Slipping my hand under the cup of her bra actually made me shudder. Her boob was tight, taught, perfectly proportioned and firm. And that nipple. The slightest graze across it made her shudder. 

I felt her hand on my boob, and then it travelled under my t shirt where she found I wasn’t wearing a bra. As her hand cupped my boob she gave another shudder. What was going on between her legs? I simply had to know. 

She let me experience one of the horniest things in the world, that movement when you slowly slide your hand between a girl’s legs and she equally slowly opens them to allow you access. I just knew she would be wet, and she was. She gave a soft mewl as my fingers touched her panties and I explored her through the material. 

Then it was make or break time. I moved up, over her mound and lower belly to the waistband. Then underneath. A tiny patch of hair that I would have loved to have seen, before finding her slit and a really firm, engorged clit. Rubbing it, I learned what she likes. I like my clit rubbed side to side with medium pressure, but quite fast. She preferred an up and down movement, one finger either side of it and fairly slowly. Eventually, I reached further down and slowly pushed two fingers inside her, keeping the heel of my hand on that gorgeous clit. I was screaming to go down on her, but every time I thought about doing it, Miss Brain intervened and told me not to. 

The moment when she came was precious beyond words. She had her hand on my boob, and I had two fingers up her tight, tight cunt. I felt every single wave as it coursed through her. 

When she came down from it, I was resigned to that being that. There’s no rule that says she has to do anything for me. Clearly this was her first time with a girl, and that is both an honour and a privilege in itself, so I was a little taken aback when she began slipping her hand up my legs with a soft “May I?” 

How and when did she move? I couldn’t tell you, but suddenly she was kneeling before me easing my panties over my bum and gently spreading my knees wide. She seemed to be almost inspecting me for a while, looking closely at my glistening, moist folds. Then she began touching my clit sending shivers through me. Fuck! It felt divine. Then one finger, then two, and they went in deep. I thought she would use her left hand on my clit but was really surprised when she leaned forward and kissed it. “I’ve thought about kissing a girl here so often.” Oh please! Go right ahead! 

Was it the best oral I’ve ever had? No. Not by a long way, but it was gentle, caring and delicate. More than enough to give me that familiar feeling of a brewing orgasm. I would have loved her to slip a finger up my arse, but that would have been way too much way too soon for her. Let her make me cum like this. 

And she did. Ok, maybe I over-emphasised the moaning a bit, but I wanted her to know she did it right. 

Afterwards, she flopped down on the couch beside me. A few minutes silence and then she said “Maybe one day, a girl will suck me there too.”

…well, what’s a girl to do?