the boss sent me out on a new assignment – shoot the rubble in Haiti. great, i thought, me and every other photojournalist will be climbing over dead bodies for the perfect shot.
when i landed in Port au Prince, the airstrip was total chaos. trucks coming in and out, planes landing every few seconds, and thousands of Haitians carrying boxes, luggage, and whatever else they could carry for a few U.S. dollars. luckily i had a driver waiting for me and we quickly exited the scene.
since all the news companies in the world were combing the rubble in Port au Prince, i decided we would take the road less traveled. i directed the driver to show me the countryside. i wanted the unseen shot. his family was from the northern coast, so we headed out that way.
several miles outside the city we came across a totally devastated small city. i saw blocks and blocks of apartment buildings shredded to ruins. the windows were blown out, parts of walls had fallen to the ground, and the only humans around were scavengers filling their old trucks with metal scraps. it looked like the perfect place for some shots, so i directed him to stop.
the driver took a nap while i explored the buildings. they were beautiful buildings made in an old style red brick. i can imagine people were happy here once. as i climbed the crumbling stairs of a taller building, i sensed i was being followed. ducking behind a wall, i watched as my stalker revealed herself – a beautiful young blonde carrying a camera around her neck.
“what are you doing following me?” i said, grabbing her arm.
pulling away, she smiled and said, “same as you i guess.”
her local newspaper had sent her to Haiti for photos. she heard me talking about my mission on the plane and had been following me since we landed.
“you get any good shots?” i asked with a smile.
she just smiled back and leaned against me. without warning she planted a wet kiss on my lips, grabbing my cock through my pants. instantly hard, she gave a moan and i knew why she was there.
sex in the rubble
our clothes fell off our bodies and we dropped onto the dusty floor. my lips followed a trail down her neck and teased a nipple. she arched her back and pushed my head lower. i could smell her sweet scent even before my tongue touched her lips. i traced a line up and down her wet flower as she moaned and rocked her hips against my face.
she pulled my hair hard, so i slid my body up along hers. her tongue entered my mouth just as i slid the tip of my pulsing cock deep into her.
i felt her fingernails ripping my skin and i pushed deeper inside her. in only moments we both exploded into each other, sweating and moaning loudly as we came.
when she recovered, she wrapped herself with a dusty red cloth from the corner of the room as i lay watching. she leaned against a far wall and stared out the broken window, looking beautiful in the after-sex glow. i grabbed my camera and finally got the shot i was looking for.
lexi was a sophomore when i was a senior in college. i first noticed her in my biology lab class and with a little finesse i landed the spot as her lab partner.
i say finesse, but it was really my bumbling idiocy that did it. we sat at the same table and she often overheard me confused over the so-called simple formulas. i would make jokes to cover up my cluelessness, which would maker her giggle and smile.
on the day we were choosing lab partners, lexi sat next to me and oh-so-casually suggested she be my partner, since i really needed the help. being the hornball that i am, i agreed!
throughout the spring semester i made it a point to comment on her brilliant answers and pretty smile. i could tell this always made her feel good, which was good for me, since it was free and made her like me more.
as we rapidly approached the semester finals, i realized i hadn’t learned a damn thing all semester, except that lexi liked to wear pink on tuesdays. i wasn’t sure how this was going to help me pass the final. i had already faced the possibility that i would fail this class for the second time.
i think lexi could sense my worry because she asked if i could help her study. before she could finish asking, i blurted out that i would love to! i figured if i wasn’t going to pass this class, i could at least help her learn this crap.
the tuesday before finals was a study day, and as was the tradition, i was doing shots of tequilla with my roommates. i heard a knock and stumbled my way to the door.
when i opened it, lexi was standing there smiling at me. now i don’t know if it was the tequilla or her short pink skirt, but i felt my cock stiffen in my shorts.
i didn’t want my roommate getting involved in the action so i stepped into the hallway to talk. she said she was taking a break from studying and wondered how i was doing.
“is that tequilla on your breath mister?” she said pretending to be mad.
“uh, no its mouthwash,” i laughed. “is that a sexy white shirt with no bra?”
“why yes,” she said and joined in my laugh.
“that is so hot, lexi. you are just so pretty.”
she smiled and began to unbutton her shirt. she stopped at every button for my approval and the tent lifting the front of my shorts must have relayed that she was doing fine.
lexi gave me a quick peek at her pert young breasts before lifting her skirt to show me her sexy panties. i started to rub my cock through my shorts and she responded by stripping right there in the hallway.
she could tell i wanted to fuck her so bad. sitting down on the steps, she pulled me towards her and slipped my shorts down to my feet. she wrapped her hand around my cock and slowly started stroking it.
lexi looked up and gave me a naughty smile then closed her mouth around the head of my cock. her warm wet mouth felt so good.
the company i work for hired this new manager straight out of college. it pissed most of us off, since we work hard on the factory floor and know the place inside out. but big companies like ours would rather award positions based on credentials than actual experience.
anyways, the first week she was the boss we were all nervous. most new bosses want to shake the place up to let people know they are in charge.
that friday afternoon, i was cleaning up my work area when i heard her call me into her office over the intercom. my coworkers snickered and said i was gonna get it. with 12 years of service in the company, i wasn’t the least bit worried.
when i walked into her office, i was surprised to see her sitting on the small couch with her blouse partly unbuttoned.
“oh, sorry,” i said, and started back out the door.
“no, come in bill,” she replied. “my bra was cutting into my chest so i have to fix it. shut the door.”
i closed the door and stood in front of her waiting for her to tell me why i was there. oddly, she spent two or three more minutes fumbling with her bra, while i watched in awe.
she noticed me staring and i turned away quickly, blushing and hoping i wouldn’t lose my job.
“you see anything you like?” she said with a smile.
“i’m sorry. you’re the prettiest boss i’ve ever had.”
she pulled her bra up over her tits and said, “i want to get things off to a good start here, bill. i hope you will help me.”
i wasn’t about to argue with my new boss!
photos courtesy ATKingdom