Jamaica
01-24-2009, 11:40 AM
Amanda (part 1)
An audible and collective sigh went around the place as Amanda arrived for work on Monday morning.
“Morning boys,” she said, favouring them with a smile as she sashayed across the room to her desk with several pairs of longing male eyes following her every move. Such fun to be the only attractive girl in the office.
She was wearing a sexy clinging skirt, cut a couple of inches above the knee. Nothing too slutty but Amanda knew that the half dozen or so guys who had desks near hers were already picturing what was going to happen when she sat down and crossed her luscious legs, how the skirt would tantalisingly slide up her thighs as she shifted around and got comfortable.
Same thing had happened on her train in this morning. Every guy in the carriage craning to get a good view. God what a laugh!
Stoking the white hot heat of male desire was something Amanda knew all about and she was looking forward, as always, to teasing these poor guys. Just like she did pretty much all day, every day. Monday to Friday in any case. Weekends she had other victims.
Amanda Sinclair was 24 years old and she was gorgeous, one of those girls who stopped men in their tracks, made them lose their train of thought. Made them drool.
She was blessed in every department. At five six, she was slim but curved in the right places. Spectacular legs, great tits and an arse to die for. Perfect skin of course. Cascading brown hair, rich and wavy, framing a face that possessed true beauty. Liquid brown eyes, generous mouth, lips that were full and pouting but not to the point of cliché. A face that was truly lovely and managed to mix innocence with sexiness in exactly the proportion that’s pretty much guaranteed to drive men crazy.
“Hey Amanda,” leered Greg Malone, one of the more confident guys at the office, “Fuck, you look hot today.”
Amanda was aware of that, of course. She knew the effect she had on men. How could she not when every single day brought such non-stop adoration from the opposite sex?
“Why thank you, Greg,” she smiled, enjoying the way he was looking at her. Kind of like a dog staring at a juicy bone. No way would Amanda be letting Greg get anywhere with her, especially now with her promotion, but he wasn’t bad looking, in truth, and she didn’t mind flirting with him a little.
Amanda sat down and made as if to cross her legs but then, teasingly, she didn’t. Knowing exactly what the guys were waiting for, she sat there quite demurely for a while. Fun to toy with them like this. Keep the poor guys in suspense.
Looking around, she could see that Colin Chowdry was already fiddling surreptitiously with a bulge in his trousers. Such a loser, thought Amanda. No wonder he was the butt of all the jokes around the office.
In the office, like everywhere else, different guys looked at her in different ways. Some of the bolder types, like Greg, ogled quite blatantly. With others, the ones that were more polite, or else were the shy, timid sort, it was more furtive. Admiring, lustful glances when they thought she wasn’t looking. Looking away shamefaced if she caught their eye. Embarrassed at being caught staring.
Like Colin now, as Amanda made a point of looking straight at him as she swivelled in her seat and sexily, ever so slowly, crossed her legs. She smiled and smirked to make it clear that she knew he was staring. Just like most of the others, in fact, but that didn’t stop poor Colin looking away and blushing furiously.
Amanda was completely in her element with this. At first, maybe 8 or 9 years ago, around the time she first started to notice the effect she had on both boys and grown men, she’d found it slightly awkward being the focus of such intense male desire but, before too long, she relaxed into the role of prettiest girl in school. More than that, she began to relish it. She loved how the boys looked at her. The male teachers too. The yearning etched across their faces whenever she was in their presence.
She enjoyed being a tease around school, wearing outfits that she knew showed off her body to maximum effect. Tight, low slung jeans with skimpy cut off tee-shirts. Short skirts that showed off her legs. Silky blouses with enough buttons undone to reveal a tantalising glimpse of her breasts.
And the way the boys behaved around her, she started to like that too. How they hung around her like lapdogs, fawning over her, competing in ever more desperate ways for her attention. Amanda found it a little pathetic but she also found it exciting.
Sure, she did some traditional type dating stuff with a few of the cuter looking buys, just to try it out, and because she enjoyed making the other girls, especially the ugly ones, jealous but she soon found that what really turned her on was the POWER of being a gorgeous looking girl. The licence it provided to toy with less fortunate people like they were no more than props for her amusement.
Realising she could get away with just about anything, Amanda developed a cruel streak. Her heart stopping beauty meant that she could, if she so wished, bring great pleasure to people but it also granted her the power to torment them and it was the latter, she found, that really interested her. During her final year in school, in particular, she developed in that direction.
One thing she particularly liked doing back then was torturing the geeky guys. Guys like Colin Chowdry who, to Amanda’s considerable amusement, was again casting sneaky, longing looks in her direction. It was obvious he was trying very hard not to stare at her legs but the poor guy couldn’t help it.
An audible and collective sigh went around the place as Amanda arrived for work on Monday morning.
“Morning boys,” she said, favouring them with a smile as she sashayed across the room to her desk with several pairs of longing male eyes following her every move. Such fun to be the only attractive girl in the office.
She was wearing a sexy clinging skirt, cut a couple of inches above the knee. Nothing too slutty but Amanda knew that the half dozen or so guys who had desks near hers were already picturing what was going to happen when she sat down and crossed her luscious legs, how the skirt would tantalisingly slide up her thighs as she shifted around and got comfortable.
Same thing had happened on her train in this morning. Every guy in the carriage craning to get a good view. God what a laugh!
Stoking the white hot heat of male desire was something Amanda knew all about and she was looking forward, as always, to teasing these poor guys. Just like she did pretty much all day, every day. Monday to Friday in any case. Weekends she had other victims.
Amanda Sinclair was 24 years old and she was gorgeous, one of those girls who stopped men in their tracks, made them lose their train of thought. Made them drool.
She was blessed in every department. At five six, she was slim but curved in the right places. Spectacular legs, great tits and an arse to die for. Perfect skin of course. Cascading brown hair, rich and wavy, framing a face that possessed true beauty. Liquid brown eyes, generous mouth, lips that were full and pouting but not to the point of cliché. A face that was truly lovely and managed to mix innocence with sexiness in exactly the proportion that’s pretty much guaranteed to drive men crazy.
“Hey Amanda,” leered Greg Malone, one of the more confident guys at the office, “Fuck, you look hot today.”
Amanda was aware of that, of course. She knew the effect she had on men. How could she not when every single day brought such non-stop adoration from the opposite sex?
“Why thank you, Greg,” she smiled, enjoying the way he was looking at her. Kind of like a dog staring at a juicy bone. No way would Amanda be letting Greg get anywhere with her, especially now with her promotion, but he wasn’t bad looking, in truth, and she didn’t mind flirting with him a little.
Amanda sat down and made as if to cross her legs but then, teasingly, she didn’t. Knowing exactly what the guys were waiting for, she sat there quite demurely for a while. Fun to toy with them like this. Keep the poor guys in suspense.
Looking around, she could see that Colin Chowdry was already fiddling surreptitiously with a bulge in his trousers. Such a loser, thought Amanda. No wonder he was the butt of all the jokes around the office.
In the office, like everywhere else, different guys looked at her in different ways. Some of the bolder types, like Greg, ogled quite blatantly. With others, the ones that were more polite, or else were the shy, timid sort, it was more furtive. Admiring, lustful glances when they thought she wasn’t looking. Looking away shamefaced if she caught their eye. Embarrassed at being caught staring.
Like Colin now, as Amanda made a point of looking straight at him as she swivelled in her seat and sexily, ever so slowly, crossed her legs. She smiled and smirked to make it clear that she knew he was staring. Just like most of the others, in fact, but that didn’t stop poor Colin looking away and blushing furiously.
Amanda was completely in her element with this. At first, maybe 8 or 9 years ago, around the time she first started to notice the effect she had on both boys and grown men, she’d found it slightly awkward being the focus of such intense male desire but, before too long, she relaxed into the role of prettiest girl in school. More than that, she began to relish it. She loved how the boys looked at her. The male teachers too. The yearning etched across their faces whenever she was in their presence.
She enjoyed being a tease around school, wearing outfits that she knew showed off her body to maximum effect. Tight, low slung jeans with skimpy cut off tee-shirts. Short skirts that showed off her legs. Silky blouses with enough buttons undone to reveal a tantalising glimpse of her breasts.
And the way the boys behaved around her, she started to like that too. How they hung around her like lapdogs, fawning over her, competing in ever more desperate ways for her attention. Amanda found it a little pathetic but she also found it exciting.
Sure, she did some traditional type dating stuff with a few of the cuter looking buys, just to try it out, and because she enjoyed making the other girls, especially the ugly ones, jealous but she soon found that what really turned her on was the POWER of being a gorgeous looking girl. The licence it provided to toy with less fortunate people like they were no more than props for her amusement.
Realising she could get away with just about anything, Amanda developed a cruel streak. Her heart stopping beauty meant that she could, if she so wished, bring great pleasure to people but it also granted her the power to torment them and it was the latter, she found, that really interested her. During her final year in school, in particular, she developed in that direction.
One thing she particularly liked doing back then was torturing the geeky guys. Guys like Colin Chowdry who, to Amanda’s considerable amusement, was again casting sneaky, longing looks in her direction. It was obvious he was trying very hard not to stare at her legs but the poor guy couldn’t help it.