“What do you mean you didn’t realise?” Claire said pushing his hands off her breasts where they had been playing with her nipples. “What were you doing here anyway?” she enquired suspiciously.
“Well, er, I found a few books which I left on the counter and I was just looking for a, um, snow-globe for my, er, grandmother,” he answered feebly.
“Really, oh, that’s really sweet.” Claire said. “But hang on, why are your flies undone?”
“Erm, oh, that must have happened when the shelf fell on me. I fell down and I must have caught my flies on those um, dresses, or perhaps that blender or something. How else could it have happened? I don’t know, it all took place so quickly. I was just minding my own business, looking for a snow globe when this shelf landed on my head,” he finished confidently.
Claire felt guilty for her doubts. “Oh, yes. Oh, I’m so sorry. I really thought I put it up properly. But Peter, just one more question. How come your cock is so hard?”
“Oh well that’s easy. It’s because you pulled my head between your boobs.”
“Oh, I see. Well, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it would have that kind of effect,” she said although in retrospect she wasn’t really surprised. Men did seem to regularly get stiffies around her particularly when she allowed them touch her breasts.
“Oh, no really, that’s fine. To be honest it does help the pain. Ow,” he groaned dramatically.
Claire felt mortified. This poor boy was in agony because she hadn’t put the shelf properly the day before. She had a sudden worrying thought. What if he complained? What if he sued? She would surely lose her job.
She pulled him close to her boobs again. “There, there. Does that help?”
“Mmm-mmm,” came the reply somewhere from deep into her cleavage.
She decided to hold him close until the pain subsided. It was after all the least she could do. Maybe he would take pity on her. While she waited, she looked down at his cock once more. It was stubby but fat, grey-pink with unpleasant light hairs sprouting from it. It smelt disgusting too even from where she sat.
She tensed as Peter moved his hands up once more to squeeze her boobs but she let him. However, when he began to suck her left nipple through her dress and bra, she drew the line.
“Oh, Peter! Stop that! It’s rude.”
He stopped his licking and sucking temporarily. “Please. It helps distract me from my head. Ohhhh,” he groaned in pain.
Claire thought for a bit. It made sense that Peter as an eighteen or nineteen year old man would be interested in her body so it wasn’t surprising that using it as a distraction made the pain better. What harm could it do to let him have a little suck?
“Oh, dear! OK, go on then. But can I at least get them out for you.? You’re going to ruin my dress otherwise,” she replied.
Peter looked up in astonishment. His voice was broken as he finally said, “Oh. OK.”
Claire stood up and unzipped her dress, letting it drop to the floor, revealing her divine pale long-limbed full-breasted yet slender figure.
“Fuck me,” Peter said.
“Are you OK?” Claire asked once more.
“Oh, yes. It’s just my head still really hurts,” he replied. “I just need something to distract me and take the pain away.
“Oh, hang on. Let me get this off and I’ll hug you again,” she said taking off her bra and letting her massive creamy freckled breasts surge out. Peter groaned in wonder.
She knelt down next to him and allowed him to suck on her left nipple this time whilst fondling her right boob. His technique was amateurish compared to Mr. Sharma’s sublime skill.
“By the way, I haven’t introduced myself; I’m Claire,” she said. “I really hope we can keep this just between us, Peter. I really don’t want to get in trouble about the shelf falling.”
Peter hummed a reply but didn’t take his mouth from her nipple, although he did let his free hand drop to squeeze her matchless butt.
After a while, Claire asked, “Does your head feel better yet?”
En route to sucking her other nipple, Peter replied, “Er, not yet. I think I need even more distracting. In fact it’s getting even worse. Ouch.”
Claire sighed patiently and glanced down at his erection again. “Well at least can you put your cock away. It’s really quite rude having it poking out like that.”
Peter shook his head, generating another chorus of moans. “I don’t think it would fit back in.” He went back to sucking her tits.
After another minute he sat up. “It’s no use, Claire. The pain’s getting worse. I can only think of one other thing that might distract me enough. I think if you were to give me lots of pleasure it might counteract the agony.”
Claire was struck by the similarity of Peter’s idea to Mr. Sharma’s philosophy.
“What do you mean?” she asked warily.
“Perhaps, if you were to give my cock just a little kiss…”
Claire refused point blank. “No! That would be very wrong. I couldn’t possibly. I’ve got a boyfriend.”
Peter immediately held his head and began to whimper in anguish to Claire’s instant concern.
“Oh, hang on wait a minute. I’ll give it a kiss.”
With a triumphant groan, Peter jumped up to stand in front of her so that his grubby dick was inches from her moist red parted lips.
Claire took a breath, lent forward and gave it a quick peck. Peter made a deep visceral sound. “Please do it again. For longer. It’s definitely working.”
Claire grunted in annoyance but this time kissed it wetly for a few seconds, doing her best to ignore his foul reek.
“Oh, yes, Claire. It really works. But as soon as you stop it starts hurting again. Maybe if you just were to open your mouth a bit…” Peter pushed his erection forward whilst holding her head.
Claire wrinkled her nose in disgust as his cock slipped across her closed mouth before heaving a sigh of resignation and opening up.
His cock slid between her lips and slid over tongue. As expected, he tasted revolting.
Before Claire had even had chance to suck, nibble or bob her head, Peter came jerkily, filling her pretty mouth with nauseating stinking jism. Claire allowed him to finish his erratic thrusts as the dribbles subsided before she thankfully spat out a mouthful of foetid spunk onto the floor.
Peter collapsed down next to her. “Oh, fuck me, that was amazing,” he said in a satisfied tone.
Claire wiped her mouth on her bare arm. “Good. Has the pain gone now?”
Peter though only briefly. “Ohhhhh, oooooo, ouch,” he groaned. “It went for a bit but it’s back now. I’m sure if you could just distract me for a bit longer that it would be gone for good.”
Claire took a deep breath, doing her best to remain patient. Her fear of anyone finding out about the accident though didn’t give her much choice.
“Do you want me to suck you off again?” she asked directly.
Peter, eyes wide, nodded. “Oh, yeah.”