Her Bodyguard

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I had been working in the computer shop for several years when Kelsey was hired. She was young, (less than half of my 50 years), but she certainly brought a brightness to our small store. Almost as tall as me, Kelsey was what they call “thick,” or “curvy,” but I thought she looked great. She often described herself as “out of shape,” but her full, young, body had a firmness that said otherwise.

Kelsey’s face always seemed to have an impish grin behind her stylish glasses, hinting at her quick wit and intelligence. I assumed her hair was originally brown, but it was hard to tell. Depending on the day, it might be anything from bright red to platinum blonde, sometimes both at the same time. Her full butt was no secret in the tight jeans she preferred, and though her breasts were not huge, they stood out enough in the snug tank tops she wore that I wasted a lot of time sneaking peeks and imagining how they would fill my mouth.

I had hired Kelsey primarily because she was good at working with smart phones and i-pods, while myself and the two other male employees were more skilled with computer repair. She had come recommended by the local community college. When I had interviewed Kelsey I had not thought about the extra benefit she brought, the spark that a smart, sassy, young woman could bring to our workplace. The other two men working in our shop were happily married, and I had been single for several years since my wife had left me for the bed of her boss (and his beach house). Having a woman in our male-dominated shop helped to put some of our female customers at ease, and Kelsey was self-assured enough to ignore the veiled insults and leers from our ignorant male customers.

The one area where Kelsey seemed to be less confident was in her romantic relationships. She would often come in upset over the latest idiot that she’d broken up with. To me, it was obvious that none of the boys she described could match her intelligence, and I assumed the problem was that she was picking them for their looks and physique, rather than someone that could challenge her on a mental level. Though I keep myself in shape, I knew my looks and age were no match for the boys she chose. It was probably a good thing she wasn’t attracted to me, since not only was I twice her age, but I was her boss as well.

That didn’t stop me from imagining what she would look like naked, and how she would feel in my arms. I daydreamed about stroking and suckling her grapefruit-sized breasts, and spent many a fond hour pondering what her pussy and ass looked like. Since Kelsey was a hip younger woman, I wondered if she might shave down below. The camel-toe in the tight leggings she sometimes wore seemed to hint at it. I imagined what it would be like to bend her over the counter and thrust into her pussy, feeling that amazing ass jiggle in my hands and hearing her moans of pleasure.

Sexy scenarios involving Kelsey became my nightly ritual, and I spent my days at work furtively watching her for a flash of skin or a hint of the flesh underneath her tight clothes, anything to further my fantasies. Sometimes the hardest part of my day was keeping Kelsey from knowing what I was imagining as we worked. At home at night, Kelsey was often featured in the scenarios I created as I stroked my hard cock to eruption, the only way I could get to sleep. I imagined her wrapping her lips around my shaft, or my thrusting into her soaking pussy as I brought her to the brink of ecstasy.

One morning, Kelsey came storming in uncharacteristically late, the scowl on her face mirrored in her appearance. Her hair, which the day before had been stylishly blonde with red highlights, was now jet black, as was her lipstick. She grabbed a cup of coffee from the pot in the break room, and sat down to work, without a hello or any of her usual cheer. She was quiet the rest of the morning.

When I entered the break room for lunch, I almost turned around and left when I saw her sitting at the table with her head in her hands. “Don’t go,” she said softly, though I didn’t know she’d even seen me enter. “I could use somebody to talk to.” She tapped the chair next chair to her. I sat, and was immediately hit with the scent of her perfume. You’re here to be a comfort to her, not feed your masturbatory fantasies, I reminded myself.

“I don’t know what is wrong with me,” she moaned. As far as I was concerned there was nothing “wrong” with Kelsey, but I kept quiet. She stood up. “Do you think I’ve let myself go?” Kelsey was wearing a fitted tight black tee-shirt which accentuated her chest and was so short it displayed several inches of slightly bulging tummy. Instead of her usual jeans, she was wearing pink yoga pants, several sizes too snug. I couldn’t see any pantie-line, but there could have been a thong under there. If so, it was doing nothing to hide the outline of her cleft beneath the skin-tight pants.

I knew better than to answer her question beyond a shake of my head. She held up her hands and did her best twirl. For the first time, I was able to view the body I casino oyna had dreamed about without trying to hide my stare, but now my concern was with keeping the growing bulge in my pants from revealing my thoughts. The bare skin below her shirt made me long to yank her pants down and bury my face in her young pussy, grabbing her huge ass-cheeks to hold onto as I impaled her on my tongue until she was quivering in ecstasy. That would have certainly have been a sight for anyone wandering into the break room!

Still standing directly in front of me, Kelsey related how she had caught Robert, her latest boyfriend, in her bed with a neighborhood girl that she described as “Skinny as a rail and half as smart as one.” Then he had been surprised when she told him she never wanted to see him again. “I know I’m no size six, Paul,” she whined, “but I gave him anything he wanted!”

Kelsey picked up a magazine off the break table and shoved the too-skinny model on the cover in my face. “Is that what guys want?” She ran her arms down her body. “Can you believe he gave up all this?” I tried not to stare at her nipples jutting through the tee-shirt, and my mind was reeling at the “anything he wanted” comment.

All I could answer was the obvious “He’s an idiot,” which I truly believed. She sat down again and buried her head in her hands, I just hoped she wouldn’t start crying.

She took a deep breath and seemed to regain control. “The worst of it is I’m not sure I should go home,” she said with a stronger voice. “He still has a key to my place, and I can’t get a locksmith out until tomorrow. He’s threatened me in the past, so I don’t want to go home alone.”

Obviously this required a gallant response. “Why don’t you crash at my place tonight? I’ve got plenty of room.” At this point I was more worried about Kelsey’s safety than the question of how I would keep my hands off her if she was sleeping in the next room.

Kelsy shook her head. “I couldn’t let you do that, and I really should be at home so he doesn’t get in and vandalize the place.”

“Tell you what then, how about if I stay at your place?” I countered. “You must have a couch I can crash on, and then I can make sure Robert doesn’t cause any problems.”

She paused a minute pondering the offer. The fact that I had been the one to suggest the couch must have convinced her that I had no intentions of taking advantage of her. “Only if you let me buy the pizza and beer,” she finally agreed.


After work I hopped in my car and followed her Honda to the pizza place, the liquor store, and finally her apartment. We pulled up to a small one-bedroom bungalow, painted up like a surfer’s shack. After discussing it we squeezed both our cars into the single driveway, with the thought that if Robert came by he would know she wasn’t alone and might not stop.

We entered the apartment, and I looked around. Every surface was piled high with clean clothes, makeup, or books. Kelsey grabbed a handful of clothes off the couch and headed down the hall with them. “Grab some plates and napkins, and open us a couple of beers,” she called before heading down the hall into what I assumed must be her bedroom. “Go ahead and start. Let me just grab a quick shower, I didn’t have time this morning,” she added. She moved from the bedroom into the small bathroom at the end of the hall and closed the door behind her.

I opened two beers, and against my better judgement I knocked on the bathroom door. She opened it, her curves wrapped in a towel, taking the beer I offered. “Thanks,” she said, offering me the first smile I’d seen from her that day, “Go ahead and eat, I’ll be quick.” She swung the door shut, though not quite latching it.

I sat on the couch, wondering how I was going to make it through this night without getting into trouble. As I heard the shower start, I tried not to think about the temptation of the naked body just behind the door.

Though I wasn’t hungry for food, I grabbed a plate and a slice so I could set them on my lap to help hide my growing cock when she came out. As I sat there enjoying the beer and ignoring the pizza, I unsuccessfully tried to avoid the image in my mind of water cascading down her ripe body, following her curves much like I often dreamed of doing with my hands. I pictured Kelsey soaping her firm breasts, then moving down her full belly to the seam between her legs. I imagined her fingers playing around the soft lips and dipping into her moistness while water flowed down and around her generous ass.

I heard the shower turn off, and I tried to think about anything except the image of her toweling off her bountiful body. Kelsey came out with a towel wrapped around her head, wearing the tight pink yoga pants under an over-sized Chicago Bears’ football jersey that hung to her knees. She moved a stack of folded laundry off the dining room table and told me to pull up a chair.

I tried to maintain the conversation as we sat and ate, but I could tell she wasn’t feeling like her normal bubbly self. As she rose to get canlı casino more beer, I couldn’t help but notice that her shirt was clinging to her damp body, leaving no doubt that she hadn’t bothered to put on a bra. Her nipples shown beneath the cloth like beacons that made it hard to avoid getting caught staring.

“You know you don’t have to stay,” she said as we were finishing up. “I’ll be fine here.”

I could tell that the events of the day were wearing on her. “Kelsey, why don’t you just go to bed?” I offered. “I’ll clean up here and settle in on the couch. Tomorrow you’ll have a whole new outlook on the world.”

We got up and she moved in to hug me. “You’re such a good friend,” she said. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek. All I could think about was the feel of her breasts pressed against my chest as we embraced. As we hugged, I knew she must have felt the bulge in my jeans pressing against her, but I guess she pretended she didn’t.

Kelsey coughed lightly and broke our embrace. “Actually the bed does sound good,” she said through a yawn as she headed down the hall. Her shirt had rode up and I watched her ass move, barely restrained by the pink cloth as she walked away. Reaching the bedroom, she swung the door shut but didn’t latch it.


I was awakened several hours later by headlights shining through the front curtains. The loud squeal of brakes was followed by a pounding on the front door. I rose and opened it a crack, using my foot to keep it from going further.

“Where’s Kelsey?” a drunken voice shouted from the darkness.

“She’s asleep,” I answered. I turned on the porch light, revealing a scrawny young man, swaying as he tried to stay standing. Behind him a small pickup was parked half on the sidewalk, lights and engine still on. “Are you Robert?” I asked.

“Damn right I am!” He tried to take a threatening stance, but was obviously so drunk her could barely stay on his feet. “I want to talk to Kelsey, and I need to get my stuff.”

I could sense that Kelsey had woken up and was standing behind me, out of his sight. “She’s asleep,” I lied. “And she doesn’t want to talk to you anyway.” I knew Robert was drunk enough that he wasn’t much of a threat.

“Well I’m going to talk to her,” he responded. “Are you the new boyfriend?” he jeered, “Though you’re old enough to be her father.” I started to close the door. He stumbled forward, sticking a sneaker into the opening.

Kelsey stood to the side in what I assumed was her version of pajamas, looking concerned. Her legs were bare, the large Bear’s jersey was big enough on her that I couldn’t tell if she had underwear on. I tried not to think about that, but instead concentrated on the problem in front of me.

I grabbed Robert’s extended foot and raised it to waist height as he tried to keep his balance on the other foot. Still holding on, I slipped out the door, latching it behind me. I pushed forward, making him hop backwards on his one leg. I continually moved forward holding onto his foot and forcing him back.

“I’m not her boyfriend, just a friend of hers here to make sure you don’t start trouble,” I answered. As he lost his balance I pushed him hard and he fell sprawling on the lawn.

I grabbed Roberts face in my hands. “You’re done here,” I said firmly into his glaring eyes. “Kelsey wants nothing more to do with you!” I pulled him to his feet, trying to make sure he was done. “Over there by the driveway is your bag of stuff,” I gestured. “I suggest you take it now before the trash man does in the morning.”

I started to walk back to the house. As I heard him rushing me from behind I turned and ducked the wild punch he threw. I put my shoulder into his gut and pushed him to the ground hard, tackling him like I had been taught in high school football. As I let go and stood up he crumpled himself into a ball. He turned his head and vomited a little onto the grass.

“You had enough?” I asked him. “Are you going to leave now, or do you want to try again?”

“I’ll go,” came his weak response.

“And you’ll leave Kelsey alone?” I continued. He nodded his head in assent. Again I turned and walked toward the house, listening for another sneak attack that didn’t come.

“Oh, and I suggest you grab your stuff and go now,” I called over my shoulder. “I’m going in to call the police now. You’d better be long gone before they get here, unless you want to be taken in for drunk driving.”

At the door I turned to watch as he grabbed his bag, tossed it in the back of his truck before he got in. He revved the engine loudly, then yelling empty threats out the window, he backed out and sped away down the street.

I heard Kelsey’s door click open and I slid inside. As I shut and locked the door, Kelsey hugged me from behind. “You okay?” she whispered.

“Just fine,” I chuckled.

“I’m so glad you were here,” she squeezed me as she said it. “I don’t know how I would have handled that.”

Kelsey definitely wasn’t wearing a bra under her shirt. I could kaçak casino feel her nipples like diamonds pressing into my back as she held me. “Why are they so hard?” I wondered.

She finally let go. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a beer,” she said as she headed into the kitchen. I watched Kelsey’s ass walking away, still trying to figure what underwear, if any, she had on under the Bears’ jersey.

I settled on the couch and put my feet up as Kelsey returned with two bottles. She passed me one, then moved my feet so she could sit cross-legged on the footstool directly in front of me. Now I couldn’t help but see the plain white panties stretched snug across her pussy lips. Between that view and the nipples that were poking through her shirt, I prayed I wouldn’t get caught staring!

Kelsey must have sensed what was on my mind. She slid down to the floor between my legs, placed her hands on my knees, then moved them forward tracing the inseam of my jeans on my inner thighs. “You know,” she said with a wicked grin, “I really should thank you properly for all the help you’ve given me.” Her hands landed on my belt buckle.

“You don’t have to thank me,” I responded. “You just deserve better than that idiot Robert.”

Through my jeans, Kelsey grabbed my growing erection. “And you deserve better than having to deal with this bad boy yourself.” She leaned back. “I don’t think you’ll say no to this,” she said with a smile as she removed her shirt and tossed it away.

If I had any resistance it was gone in the moment that I viewed Kelsey’s amazing body. Though not the largest I’ve seen, the sight of her bare breasts took my breath away! They stood out plump, young and firm, each topped by a puffy brown areola the size of a small pancake and crowned by nipples that looked like chocolate kisses, but at least twice as large. This is what had been poking through her shirt, fueling my fantasies. Below her boobs her tummy bulged, leading down to tight panties that barely covered her young pussy, a glistening damp spot proving that I wasn’t the only excited one.

Kelsey held up her breasts to me like an offering. I reached out with both hands to grab her amazing tits. “You like these?” she asked with a sly smile.

I slid my hands under her ass and pulled her up into my lap, the crotch of her panties fitting nicely over my hard cock underneath my jeans. “I like all of you,” I said, staring into her eyes before I moved in for our first kiss. Her lips were as soft as I’d imagined, and when her tongue emerged to meet mine I thought I might blow my load right then.

“You are spectacular, Kelsey!” I moaned. I leaned down to suck on an irresistible breast. Her puffy nipple filled my mouth, and I bit down lightly. I was rewarded with a lusty groan.

“My first boyfriend called me Nippelz,” Kelsey said with smirk, “I can’t imagine why!” Her eyes rolled back as I went to town on her amazing tits. I started with light kisses on each protruding nipple, then lapped at them like a thirsty dog at a water bowl. For several minutes I slathered both breasts with kisses, licks and little nips, and savored the delight as I felt one of her huge nipples grow even larger in my mouth, it’s hardness poking the back of my throat.

Still holding her hips, I started to feel a subtle shaking. Looking up, I saw Kelsey staring into space. She was panting like a racehorse, and biting her lower lip as a huge shudder moved down her body. I felt a wetness on my crotch and knew she had soaked her panties as she came, and all from a couple minutes of breast play!

The dampness only enhanced my erection. I felt harder than I’d ever been, and was painfully choked by my jeans. My cock felt a pressing need to be freed from its denim restriction. Kelsey seemed dazed as I moved her back to the footstool in front of me. I slid my jeans off, tossing them aside as I heard coins falling out, to be lost in the cushions of the couch.

Kelsey seemed to be recovering. She knelt on the floor in front of me, then fixated on my tented boxer shorts and the hard cock inside them. “Is this all for me?” she asked, running her hands up my thighs and grasping my erection with both hands. She yanked my boxers down to my knees, her eyes bulging as my unrestrained cock jumped to attention like a jack-in-the-box. I may not have porn-star dimensions, but my dick felt larger and stiffer than it ever had, I felt like I could have driven nails with it!

Kelsey gripped my cock with both hands, fascinated with the swollen head and the drops of moisture appearing on it. My dreams came true as she stuck out her tongue and tasted the precum that collected on my tip. I knew this scene would be replayed in my fantasies for a long time to come. She savored the taste, then moved her hands down to caress my engorged balls, while her tongue took long licks from the bottom of my shaft to just below the head. She repeatedly traced up from the base, stopping as her tongue nuzzled the bottom of my crown, avoided the tip where fresh moisture was collecting. On one of the down-strokes she spit into her hand, then used it to coat my nuts. A moist finger traced the path from my balls to my asshole. I lay back, moaning in ecstasy, trying to make the pleasure last as long as possible.

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