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Copyright (C) 1998,   Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights
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A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
File: veronica.txt from veronica.zip
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Veronica Fabian
	A short story by Spangles Muldoon
	Comments? spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com


	Veronica was dangerous. Very dangerous, in fact. She
was dangerous to my career and my sanity, and very
likely to much more than that. Still, since I can
resist anything except temptation, it was an everyday
battle just being around her.

	Veronica was a part of a student work program where
she attended class half a day and worked half a day.
She was a seventeen year old junior. She was Hispanic,
with long, dark hair and dark eyes. She was tall, yet
had a petite build. It was a difficult situation for
me in many ways. First, she was underage. Second,
while strictly speaking, she didn't work for me, she
did handle a lot of tasks for me and worked with me a
lot, so technically speaking I suppose I was a lead
person to her. An ideal setting for sexual harassment
suit and a statutory charge to boot. Not exactly an
ideal situation.

	That being the case, I contented myself to look, and
she provided opportunities for that frequently. She
seemed to favor scoop necked tops, and since she was
shorter than me, anytime I came up behind her I was
almost guaranteed a down the top look at her bra.
Occasionally I even managed a panty shot, but those
were harder to come by. Over time, I detected (or at
least I thought I did) an interest on her part toward
me, but it was not definite enough to act on, at least
under the circumstances.

	Eventually there came a week when there was a lot of
departmental travel going on, and it was only she and
I there for the entire week. We both knew about it for
some time in advance. When she came in on that Monday,
I sent her to do some data entry on a computer in the
file room. It was about an hour later before I went to
check on her. I knew that the top she was wearing that
day was good for an easy down the shirt shot, so I
went to get it. I walked up behind her as she was
typing away and stood just behind her left shoulder.
She didn't hear me come up at first, and just kept
typing. I glanced down and was surprised to see that
she had not worn a bra that day. The first time I had
ever noticed her not wearing one. 

I had a clear, straight look at her left tit, and I
looked. It was about a handful. Far more than you
could fit into your palm. The nipple was dark brown
and stood out nicely. I had the impression that it
always was out like that. By this time, she had
noticed I was there, so I talked to her about the work
she was doing. She swiveled her chair so that she was
facing me, and even though she was answering me about
her work, her gaze was locked on my crotch. It was
exactly at mouth level for her if she leaned forward
slightly, and since I was in a state of arousal, there
was a very visible bulge. Her eyes were glued to it.
She leaned forward ever so slightly, moving closer to
my crotch. As she did, her top gaped open, this time
giving me a full shot of both her tits. Her nipples
were noticeably harder than they were before. I cut
short our conversation and left. I had to. This was
getting too dangerous.

	The next day it got worse. She wore a loose top
again, and I could tell without even a down the shirt
shot that she had on no bra. She had on a loose
fitting skirt that was about mid-thigh length. The
work I had for her to do was in Laura's area, so I put
her there. It was about eight feet away from me, and I
had a clear view into the cubical. We both worked away
for a while, until she turned her chair to face me and
asked a question about what she was doing. I looked
her direction and had a clean view directly up her
skirt. She had on panties, but they left little to the
imagination. This was more than coincidence, but it
could still just be a tease. I needed to act on it in
some manner, but it had to be in a way that would give
me an out if I was misreading things.

	She had told me once when I had ridden the bike to
work that she had never been on a motorcycle, and I
half-heartedly told her I would take her for a ride
some day. This was when she had first come to work
there, and I hadn't really taken any real notice of
her yet. At the time, I had said it not meaning it,
but it did give me something of an option to get her
away from work. I needed more than that, though. That
afternoon I gave her quite a bit of work to do, and
told her that if she finished it all before noon the
next day I would take her to lunch. The work I had
given her would not take anywhere near that long.

	That evening, I started making preparations. I went
to the Liquor store and got a large bottle of Cold
Duck, which I put in the cooler on the bike and packed
with ice the next morning. I also called in an order
to the local Deli for a lunch pack to pick up on the
way to work the next morning. I rode the bike to work
the next morning, and didn't see Veronica until almost
lunchtime due to some meetings I had to attend. It was
shortly after eleven when I got back to the office and
saw Veronica for the first time that day. She had on
her usual scoop neck top and appeared to have on no
bra. She had on a mid thigh length skirt, which is
something I had really not even considered until now.
I hadn't thought that she might not be dressed to go
on the bike. A slip up on my part, but it could be a
major one and blow the whole plan. She told me that
she had finished all the work. I told her that I had
forgotten and ridden the bike to work that day, and
that I needed to make a trip home and change vehicles
since she was in a skirt. She said not to bother,
because she wanted to go for a motorcycle ride anyway,
and she could do it in a skirt. I said okay.

	I gave her my usual new passenger briefing about what
to do and what not to do, and she listened intently. I
let her get on first, taking advantage of every little
peek she gave me in the process. I helped her with the
helmet and plugged in the interphone, then got on
myself and backed out of the parking spot. Only then
did I start the engine. I kicked on some music and the
interphone, and told her to get ready. She slid
forward on the seat and wrapped both arms around me,
pushing her pert little tits into my back, and away we
went.

	I told her over the interphone that we were going on
a picnic since it was such a nice day. I drove to the
north side of town to a park I knew of. It was
actually a sports and recreation park for one of the
big companies in town. It was well off the main road
down a long winding access road that was gated and
always locked unless there was a company function
going on there. Today was no exception. The thing was,
though, there was a gap between the fence and gate
that made it accessible. It was too far from the gate
to the main part of the park for anybody to walk it
unless they were extremely dedicated, but a motorcycle
could fit through there nicely. There was the off
chance of a bicycler coming in there, but since it was
a weekday afternoon, I felt the odds against it were
great. She didn't question it when I went through the
opening and back into the park.

	When we got to the end of the main road, I followed a
smaller path through the trees back to the edge of a
clearing I knew about and parked the bike. When we had
gotten off, I opened a saddle bag and took out a
blanket I kept there and spread it out on the ground
under a big tree. I turned on the CD changer and took
the cooler out of the travel trunk. She busied herself
setting out lunch, and once she had that done, I broke
out the bottle of Champaigne and a couple of glasses.

	We made small talk while we ate lunch and I kept her
Champaigne glass full at all times. I don't think she
really noticed it, but by keeping her glass full
constantly, I drank about a glass of Champaigne and
she drank the rest of the bottle. It began to show
about halfway through lunch, as she began to get
giggly. She became a lot more open and a lot less
inhibited, and as a result I got a lot more tit and
panty shots. By the time lunch was over, I had a hell
of a hard on, and wanted to fuck her more than ever.
She was pretty loaded, and I figured it would be easy.

	She was pretty tipsy, and had to lay back on the
blanket to let her head clear. When she did, I moved
closer to her, and asked if she was okay. The
champaigne was hitting her hard now. I asked again if
she was okay, then placed my hand over her tit,
pretending I was feeling for a heartbeat, and asking
again if she was okay. She came back with a feeble
"yes", and made no motion to move my hand from her
breast. I began to gently squeeze and release her tit,
massaging it through the top of her dress. I could
actually feel her nipple beginning to pop up. She said
nothing, but after a moment of this, moaned softly. I
didn't know if it was pleasure or champaigne sick, so
I took it for pleasure. I moved my hand lower, and
raised her skirt as high as I could. She still made no
move to stop me, so I took it as a go ahead signal. I
slid my hand under her dress, working higher until I
got to her panties. As I got higher, she opened her
legs slightly, which I took as a definite go ahead
signal.

	The crotch of her panties was already damp, which was
another positive. I moved my hand ever higher, and
started to massage her clit through her panties. After
a moment of this, her breathing became raspy, and I
could feel her body stiffen. I knew she was close to
orgasm, so I redoubled my efforts. The orgasm she had
was obviously very intense. She almost went into
convulsions while she had it, and I was concerned
about it a little. Not concerned enough to stop,
though. I used the opportunity to move her panties
aside and slip my finger in her hole, and I finger
fucked her as she came down from her orgasm. I used my
free hand to open my pants.

	I moved on top of her while she was still in a post
orgasmic stupor and guided my dick to her pussy hole.
I moved it around feeling for her opening, and as soon
as I contacted it, I drove it home. It slid in easily,
and I began to fuck her instantly. Her pussy was not
overly tight, but it was snug and had a velvety feel
to it. She was extremely wet because of her orgasm,
but it felt wonderful. She was actually fucking me
back, rotating and humping her hips in time with my
strokes. I was very close to coming in her, but held
back, wanting to enjoy this as long as I could. I
picked up the pace, and she matched me stroke for
stroke. She seemed to be doing her best to make me
come in her, and she was doing a very good job. I knew
I would be sending my sperm inside her very soon. I
could already feel the pressure building in my balls.

	The only thing holding back my climax was good sense.
Thoughts kept going through my mind. Thoughts like I
could lose my job over this. Thoughts like I could go
to jail for this. Thoughts like I could get her
pregnant. Still, that didn't stop me from continuing
to fuck her, and eventually, all the thoughts in the
world couldn't hold back my inevitable climax. I shot
into her. A small shot at first, then strangely
enough, longer and heavier shots each stroke after
that until I was drained. She continued to match me
stroke for stroke while I flooded her pussy, and began
a wonderful series of convulsions in her pussy that
literally milked the sperm out of me.
	We went back to work, and spoke very little the rest
of the day. I never did get to fuck her again, and it
was never mentioned again.



















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