
     She liked going to work.  It was a place were she could actually 
get away from all the hassle of life.  Her parents didn't let her do 
anything except work.  No dates, no free time, no nothing.  At work she
could do alot more even if she had to file the ocassional form ot two or
even have to get a patient ready for their annual cleaning.
     This day was going to be relatively the same as usual.  She would get 
to work, put the last folders from the night before into there cabinets, and
then maybe call some boys or order a pizza.  Being only a shy 17, the boss
would see his way to letting do things like that while the office wasn't 
busy.  "Can't waste a thing like youth!" he would always say.  She agreeded.
     About 12:00 in the afternoo, a standard call to confirm an apointment 
came in and she did everything she was supposed to do. She always got things
done right the first time.  Although she didn't say anything, she sensed some
thing strange about the voice on the other side of the phone.  As she hung
up the phone, she felt a warm melting sensation all over her body.  She did
not know the voice from anywhere, but she felt that it was a comforting voice,
almost completely friendly to her.  She thought nothing of it after a few 
minutes.  She went on to order a lunch to be delivered to the office. 
     Roaming around the office, she glanced into one of the many small rooms
that the dentist would use to see his patients on a one to one basis.  The
office was divided into rooms much like her own house.  Except for the fact
that she didn't have one of the neat chairs, she could have lived there and
almost never realized the change of atmoshpere, without her parents there
of course.  Once she actually stayed in the office all night to get away from
the hussle of her house.  
     She remembered this day well, she had to plan everything right.  It took
about two days to smuggle in all of the things she would need to have to make
it appear she went home to all of her co-workers, and to set up the scenario
that she was going to go to a friends house.  Her parents never let her do 
anything spontaneous, always had to be planned ahead.  She remembers how she
fooled the boss into thinking she just had a few more files to clean up, and
then she would be right behind him out the door.  As soon as he agreeded and
left the building, the fun began.  Of course she would have been just peachy
to let the night go by just sleeping in one of the chairs, but she figured
that all the planning and possible consequences should be ingnored and the
night taken advantage of.  She thought of many things to do, but she couldn't
get away with most as it was after hours and she wasn't supposed to be there.
Ordering a Pizza was out.
     She thought of how lonely it got in the building after about an hour and
a half.  Maybe she could call a guy to keep her warm all night, but being shy
like she is, she didn't have any guy friends that close.  After only a few 
moments of pondering that, she found her self in need of physical pleasure.
     It only took her moments to realize that the entire office being as big
as it is, and as empty as it is, would be a perfect place to get away with 
all of the things her and her close friends only gossipped about doing.  At
least she only gossipped about them so far.  Her parents kept a close eye on
her all the time, always popping into her room without knocking.  She never
even had many opportunities to get herself off, much less just relaxe and try
something new.  She would try something new in anything she did all the time.
But she never could find what made her feel good, real good.
     Her first instinct quickly turned into her first action.  She reached to
the back of her neck and undid the button on the neck strap of her sundress
type of out fit.  The soft fabric cascaded back to the front of her body,
gently rolling over itself and dropping in front of her.  Standing in the 
middle of the waiting room she took the opportunity to use the wall mirror to
admire her young firm breasts at length.  Gently caressing them with her tips
of her fingers, the palms of her hands, and the firm grasps she wished someone
else would have used long ago.  The dress, now pulled off of her round tits,
seemed to be up under the very bottoms of her breasts.  She liked how the 
bottoms just sit there, and hung slightly down past the fabric line around 
her body, yet still not looking the least bit saggy.  She had perfectly taunt
tits, and she knew it.  She never had the chance to admire herself before like
this, she couldn't wait to re-explore the rest of her body.  Dropping the 
dress a slight bit more, she slowly uncovered her firm stomach.  She never
worked out, but god must have liked her.  She loved her stomach just as much
as her tits.  She rubbed and caressed it for minutes, always staring in the 
mirror, never directly at herself. She wondered how it must look to see her
stroll around naked to anyone else.  That never happened, but she wouldn't 
mind showing it off to someone someday.  She had never really been extremely
vain, or concieded, but she couldn't help complimenting herself in her head.
She loved her body.  She needed to see more.
     After a prolonged session of massaging her tits and belly, she was 
getting to be a little horny.  She didn't seem to want to go any further until
she got herself a good relief.  She couldn't stop the urge tho get her dress 
off of her body and onto the floor as quickly as she could put it on.  
     Now standing in the middle of the room in only her soft pale white skin,
and no clothing but her socks and boots, she loved herself.  She loved the way
she looked, young and innocent, while the remaining boots and white socks
pulled over the tops and scrunched down to form a ring of white cotton around
the top of her ankles gave her the little hint of being a not so innocent
tom boy.  She posed in the mirrors shiny reflective surface for over 20 more
minutes, never realizing until she spun aroud to see the other side, that the
window filled walls were projecting her modeling session to every single one
of the janitors that could be walking by any second.  They were the only 
people left in the building for about an hour after closing time.  She didn't
care.
     She kept right on modeling herself in the mirror.  She liked the cool 
airconditioned breeze that flowed over her entire body at that moment.  Now
she was hornier than she had ever been.  She wasted no time in getting to a 
padded chair and taking her seat for the show she was about to give herself.
     Slowly she spread her tight thighs, tensed with excitment.  She stroked
her hands up and down her legs, as she eased her little rear into the seat 
even more.  She wiggled her way into a nearly lying down postion, with her 
cheeks planted on the edge of the chair, her head resting on the back rest of
it and her legs extending straight out in front off her.  Her heels planted
on the floor, her toes in the air, Her tiny lille knees locked straight.
     She gave her self one last glance from this view point.  She looked over
her almost upright tits with rock hard nipples in the air, down her flat tight
tummy, around her small belly button, over her light colored mound, along her 
long legs, at her tensed calf muscles and at her new black boots.  After she
finished taking in the sights, she closed her eyes and rubbed her hands all
the way down to her thighs, following the same path her eyes took just before,
then brought them back up to her hips.  Palm down on top of her hips, she 
gently and slowly brought them back to her softly covered mound of wetness.
She moved her legs apart as she began to rub her inner thighs.  The creamy
whitness of them becoming putty in her hands she began to breath deeper and
slower.  Bitting the top of her bottom lip she brought herfinger tips across
the lips of her most prescious pink part.  She touched softly at her lips.
     Her thumbs propped onto the bush of hair, her fingers began to push their
way in between the lips of her now moist pussy.  Not being able to hold out,
she gave into the moment and went for the most violent orgasm she could find.
     Grinding her thumbs into the bone under the plume of hair, she curled her
fingers around thetop of her secret opening and into her wetness.  She pressed
her head into the wooden seatback, slamming it into the wall behind it.  Her
legs folded, bringing her feet directly under her knees and firmly planted on 
the floor.  Keeping her feet where they were, she threw her knees apart, 
spreading her legs wide open.  She could feel her wet cunt jut out in front of
her waist as if it were about to shoot across the room.  Shecurled her fingers
deep into her hole.  Leaving her left hand to wiggle and move inside her, she
brought her right to the surface and used the juices as lubricant as she began
to rub vigorously at her clitoris.  She gave herself a deep thrust with the 
fingers on her left hand as she moaned out loud.  She was usually very quiet
when she came, but she let it all go this time to see if it would help her
relieve the pressure.  She took her right hand and just before she reached the
point of no return, rubbed fast circles around and around on the top of her
clit with the palm of her hand.
     She began to cum like never before.  She cam so hard, that by sheer power
the climax caused her to lift her legs into the air and hang her knees over
the arm rests on the chair.  Her legs dangling over the sides and her heels
planted now on the edges of the two chairs next to it, she flung her waist 
into the air bringing her ass off of the seat and tucked up under her.  She 
could feel the cum bursting out of her, running up her hands and into the palm
of each one.  The cream spilled out of the sides of her tunnel, onto the 
inside of her thighs and along the crack of her ass.  She could feel how much
she liked it to over the top of there crotch and onto her stomach.  She didn't 
believe how much she had cum until she felt what seemed to be a river of juice
run from her soaking hips down her stomach and all the way down until it 
stopped in a puddle between her boobs.  She never felt anything like it ever,
until she came again from the simple joy of feeling the cum run down between
her now relaxing buttocks, around her asshole and penetrate into her.  She
shuddered with ecstacy as her tight ass squeezed out as much cum as it could.
     She slowly placed her hips back onto the seat and opened her eyes.  When
she glanced at herself she couldn't help but notice the windows being steamed
up beyond view.  She knew she came hard.  She noticed the small puddle of cum
resting between her breasts.  The creamy fluid was new to her in a sense.  
     She never had enough to actually look at and admire.  She dipped her 
right hands fingers into the creamy lake and brought one finger full into her
waiting mouth.  She tasted sweet and so good.  She sucked her fingers until 
they wer red and dry.  Going back down to seek some more, she took her left
hand and scooped out a wad of cum from the hole it was soaking in all along.
     She brought the sticky substance up to her face and instead of putting it
into her mouth, she smeared it onto her tits and all over her chest and belly.
     She spread out the puddle on her chest to cover her stomach, fill her
belly button, and leave an ample covering on her entire chest.  She massaged
it into her skin until it was just a sticky film on top of her tits.  She 
reached down to her belly and smeared the remainder back onto her hand and
soaked her face with fun.  She wiped it on like tribal war paint, dragging 
it along her cheeks and neck.  Then she let her entire body relax as she went
on to suck the sticky film off of her hands.  
     Even with the cool air in the room and the windows clearing up, She sat
in her now favorite chair and basked in the warmth as if to get an even tan
at the beach with her left hand drapped over the armrest on its side, her legs
spread open and infront of her once more, and her right hand marinating in
the still wet space between her thighs and butt.
     God she loved that.  She could've died that day, right there, and been
totally happy.  She laid there for a whole hour, perfectly still.
     Suddenly she was snapped out of her fond memories by a patient who was 
looking for the receptionist.  When she stated that she was the receptionist
she led him back to the front desk and filled out the forms nessecary.
     'Oh well, back to the daily grind" she thought to herself.



               The End ?




