She spent the summer working at the ice cream shop down the road from my house, and was the most adorable creature I had seen since moving there. At 22, I had taken a position as a night DJ at a local radio station about two hours drive from the college I had finished my broadcasting degree at. It was a small time gig, but the pay was decent, and a single guy like myself knew how to stretch a dollar. I knew I was in trouble from the first moment I saw her, because she would not get out of my head. Even with my limited budget, though, I kept buying more and more ice cream just so I could see her. I was driving myself mad, and I knew I had to talk to her.
It was with this train of thought running in the back of my mind that I stopped, as usual of late, on my way into work one afternoon to get a mint chocolate chip shake. She was there, dressed in her work attire of a two-button polo shirt and khaki mid-thigh shorts. The shirt was snug enough to accent the gentle curve of her breasts, which looked to be small handfuls, maybe a nice 32B if I had to guess, yet she always left the buttons undone, which let it dip open as she bent over into the freezer cases to scoop ice cream. The shorts were a little baggy, which did nothing to show off her ass, but looked relaxed none the less. As I walked up to the counter, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. Thoughts of drizzling chocolate syrup and a light layer of homemade nut sauce on her beautiful face filled my mind, like a man possessed. God, I thought to myself, I have got to get a grip.
She looked up at me, and smiled. “What can I get you?”
“One Mint Chocolate Chip Shake, with whipped cream,” I replied.
“One scoop, or two?” She bent into the freezer, the swell of her breasts visible inside her drooping collar.
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“Definitely two. ” After all, I need time to stare at those delicious tits…
She dumped the ice cream and some milk in a blender, started it up, then turned to talk.
“I’ve seen you around a lot on nights. Just heading home from work?”
Yes! She’s noticed me too! “Actually, I’m just heading in. ” Wait, have I been ‘stalking’ her that much?
“Oh, really? Where do you work?”
“I’m the night DJ over at 95. 3 WCRC. Not that I get to talk all that much, but…”
“No, that’s pretty cool. ” she smiled as she poured my shake in a cup. “What time do you go on the air? I’ll listen for you. ”
Is she coming on to me? “I’m on from 9:30 to 4:30, but yeah, that would be great. You know, you could give me a call at the station if you have a song request, or something. ”
She walked back to the counter, set my shake down, and made change from the cash register, then set my change on the counter, coming to rest with her arms folded across her chest below her breasts as she leaned against the counter’s edge. It pushed her perky tits up against the open collar, giving me a great view of her cleavage. “So is it fun? I mean, do you like being a DJ? ‘Cause I’ve been thinking about taking something like broadcasting or journalism when I go to college this fall. ”
So she’s out of high school… “Actually, it can be pretty fun.
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” I put my change in my pocket and picked up my shake, turning towards the door. Wait, should I make a move? I turned back towards her. “You know, if you’re really that interested, you could swing by the station; I could show you around, I mean, if you wanted. ” There I did it, let’s see if she’s interested in me.
Her pouty pale red lips turned up slightly at the corners of her mouth, slightly amused. “OK, how about tonight? I have to close and clean up; that’ll be about 18 PM. How about I bring you another shake around 10:30?”
“Alright, I guess I’ll see you then. ” I turned again towards the door and thought: Did I just get a date? HELL YEAH! A date with my dream girl! Wait, I don’t even know her name… I spun back around at the door. “I forgot, I need your name. I mean, uh, I never really asked for it, but I, uh, I need it so I can tell security to let you in. ”
She giggled at my obvious anxiety. “It’s Krista. ”
Fighting the urge to start a cleaning frenzy in the studio, I tried to reason in my head just what was going to happen. The wall clock was steadily ticking down to 10:30, but I wasn’t even sure if Krista was going to show. A few deep breaths to calm me down, and I eventually reasoned with myself that it would be better to just play it cool and see what happened.
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I went on with my show, picking some of my favorite songs, talking to some callers with requests, and giving my usual mid-hour weather and news reports. My “ON AIR” sign clicked off just as my desk phone rang. I glanced at the clock, which read 10:47.
“Studio 2,” I spoke into the phone.
“Hey Sam, it’s Paul; you know, down here at the front desk?” Station security, not the sharpest knife in the drawer.
“Hey Paul, how’s it going?”
“Oh, I’m good, man, how are you?”
“Uh, I’m good. Did you need something?”
“Oh yeah, hey, there’s a girl down here, says she knows the night DJ, and was told she could come up and visit. You’re the night DJ, right?”
“Yeah, Paul, I am. Is her name Krista?”
“Well, gee, I don’t know. Let me ask. ” A moment paused. “That’s her name, alright. ”
“She’s cool, Paul; send her up. ”
“Oh, ok Sam. You have a good one.
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”
I hung up the phone, then hit the intercom button to buzz Rashid, my producer. He’s this short Indian guy who spends most of his time at work talking on his cell phone during my show to his family back in India. Occasionally, I bug him with stuff, but he let’s me do pretty much whatever I want, and doesn’t tell the station manager when I screw up.
I guess it’s not too bad to have him as my producer.
“Hey Rashid, you in there?”
“Yes Sam, but I am quite busy on the phone; what do you need?”
“I’ve got a friend coming up to look around, maybe hang out for awhile; I have things under control up here, so if you wanna grab a smoke while she’s here…”
“She, huh? You sly devil, you! Maybe I will sit here and watch, huh? Heh-heh, no, I think that you would enjoy that too much. If you need me, I’ll be outside smoking, talking on my phone. ”
“Thanks Rashid, I knew you’d understand. ”
Krista knocked on the studio window a few moments later, and true to her word, there was a shake in her hand. “It might be a little frozen, I left it in the freezer while I finished cleaning up. ” She smiled as I took the cold treat from her delicate hands.
“Let me show you around,” I said as I set the shake on my desk. I checked the play list on my monitor, and then led her around the studio on the ten-cent tour. I showed her some of the memorabilia and my favorite vinyl albums, and she asked about various facets of the job. We finished up back by my desk just in time for a commercial break, so I slid her the other chair and she watched me work my magic.
As the commercials droned on in the background, I asked, “Do you have any favorites?”
“Depends.
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Let me see what you have to work with. ” She stood up and walked over to my chair, leaning over my shoulder to look at the available songs on the play list. I could smell a faint perfume exuding from her as her small tits rubbed against my shoulder. I picked a few songs at her suggestion, and kept stealing glances at her.
“I see you, you know,” she said while focusing on the monitor.
“I can’t help myself. I won’t apologize, though; I’m not sorry for getting caught. ”
“I’ll take that as a compliment. ” She stood up straight. “Do you think that’s enough?”
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of you. ”
Krista giggled. “I meant the songs. ”
I hit play on the screen, then turned to her. “I guess we’ll find out. ” I stood up, leaned against the desk, and drank some of my shake.
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“This is delicious; thanks for making it for me. ”
She took a step towards me. “You’re welcome. ”
I took her hand and pulled her closer, into my arms. As she drew near me, I lightly kissed the corner of her mouth, anxious to see her response. A slight gasp was followed by her exhaled breath as she melted against me. Krista turned her mouth to meet mine, and we kissed hard. A pressure built in the air; a tension so palpable you could touch it, taste it. The pressure of our kiss softened as we both started to enjoy the delectable sensation of ardent desire. Krista’s lips parted slightly, and my tongue slid teasingly along her bottom lip. She flicked her tongue at mine, then gently broke the kiss and stepped away. I followed her to the glass window of the studio.
“I don’t want to get you in any trouble, but I really want you right now,” she said.
What’s a guy to do? “I’ve wanted you pretty much since the first time I saw you. ”
“No, I mean, I want you, right here, right now.
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Is anyone around that could get you in trouble?”
“My producer is out right now; I’m pretty sure no one’s coming in at midnight. ”
Krista stepped in close once more, breathing softly in my ear, “That’s perfect. ” A snap. The sound of a zipper, then a slight wiggle of her body as her shorts dropped to the floor. She hopped onto my desk and undid the last button on her polo shirt, one finger beckoning: “You can have me if you really want me. ” She slipped off her sneakers and leaned back, waiting for my move.
I took in the view for a second or two: her slight face framed by her straight jet black hair that hung in chunks around her, breasts partially exposed inside the wide open collar of her shirt, one ankle-sock-covered foot on my chair as her other leg dangled to the side, leaving a beautiful vista of creamy white inner thigh topped off with a pair of rose pink boy shorts, through which I could already make out the slit between her lower lips.
It was easily a million times hotter than I could have ever imagined her to be.
I snapped out of my reverie, and was across the studio in a flash, my shirt coming off as I went. I practically mounted her on the desk as she wrapped her legs around my back. We went back to kissing, almost feverishly, and my pace sped up as I moved my lips across her cheek to her ear, down her neck and to her breasts. Her barely audible moans told me I was definitely moving in the right direction, so I spread her legs back open, fell back into my chair, and began tugging at her boy shorts. She lifted her hips as they slid down her soft legs, and I dove into her pussy like a starved animal.
I nipped and lapped at her wet pink hole, careful to only tease her clit. I wanted to save it for the end, you know, set her off with a bang.
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As her orgasm built, I alternated between wide-tongued licks up her slit and kisses along the gentle creases above her thighs leading to her sex. Krista began to pant, giving direction to my ministrations: “There…Oh, oh…Awww yeah, that’s it…more, more…” She grew louder as her excitement peaked, and then I slipped her clit between my lips, pressing enough to make her gasp as I rolled it along my bottom lip. With a bit of sucking, I flicked my tongue across her clit, and she dropped over the edge, plunging deep into her rolling seas of orgasmic ecstasy. She fell back hard on to the console, her head hitting the boom arm of the microphone.
As she lay there recovering, I stood and dropped the rest of my clothes. Krista sat halfway up, her elbows behind her as she reclined there on the desk. I stepped between her legs, her eyes full of rapacious desire as she caught her first glimpse of my achingly hard erection. Her delicate fingers caressed the base of my shaft as I pressed myself into her wet folds. Teasing strokes as I wet the tip of my dick made her gasp, thrusting my hips upward trying to put me in her hole.
“Stop it,” she growled. “Just fill me up already. ”
“You want it that bad?”
She started panting. “Mmmm, c’mon, just give it to me. ”
I popped my head into her snatch, its warm, wet, velvet grip pulling me in further and further until I felt skin to skin contact between my balls and her plump little ass. God, she’s so tight! We both let out a moan, then looked into each other’s eyes and laughed.
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“Nice timing. ”
“Not yet, but we’ll see,” she retorted.
Krista wrapped her arms around my neck, and we worked up a rhythm, learning each other’s favorite moves on the fly. Various grunts and groans were accompanied by the steady cadence of thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap as my nutsack slapped her butt. Her moans grew louder and my thrusts became harder as our pace grew to a crescendo.
“Oh god…Oh…Oh yeah…Fuck me…Oh, FUCK ME!” Krista screamed.
I picked her up off the desk, her small frame balanced on my thighs and cock while I held her weight on my arms. I spun around and leaned against my desk, and she put her feet on the edge of the desk, using it for leverage. Savagely, she slammed her pussy onto my rock hard prick, punctuating each hit with loud uhs and ahs.
I looked her in the eyes; hers were hazy, glazed over by wanton lust. “I’m almost there,” I said.
“Oh baby, wait for me…”
“I’m trying, but you feel so good, so tight…”
“Uh…and you feel…Ah, Ah…so good too…”
“Where do you want me to shoot it?”
“Fill me up…Oh…Oh, yeah…I want to feel it…”
Krista’s pace, which I thought was already fast, sped up more as she started babbling on, eyes shut, about how bad she wanted to have my throbbing cock blast her insides full of my steaming hot seed. Suddenly, her eyes flew open and clutched me tight.
“Ready?”
“Say the word, girl,” I breathed.
“Oh, now, now, NOW!” She pounded down hard on me and began to grind her clit against me as I shot string after string of cum deep into her.
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She screamed loudly, and I felt her vagina pulsating as wave after wave of orgasm made her walls try to milk me dry. It was quite possibly the most satisfying moment in my young life. Krista leaned against my chest , and I held her tight in my arms.
“Hey Sam, that was hot and all, but do you think we could get back to the music?” Rashid was in the producer’s booth. I held Krista close to keep her covered, but she grinned over my shoulder. I laughed.
“No, man, seriously; you turned on your mic cutout; you just broadcast your fun time for the past 18 minutes for everyone to listen to. I wanted to stop you, but you two had such rhythm and passion…”
I glanced quickly at my status board, and started to freak out. I hit the cutout button again, which must have been hit during our ardent lovemaking on the desk, but realized the deed was done, and it was late, anyways; who could have heard and cared?
I looked sheepishly at Krista. She rubbed her hand on my chest, our music playing once again.
“So what do you think of radio broadcasting now?”
“I think I’m hooked,” She replied, “on radio, and you. ”
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