“Three more weeks, then I’m a college freshman. My dad’s driving me up to school and staying the weekend to help me get settled. I’m going to miss it here.” Her smile is captivating and it pulls my eyes away from her legs.
“We’ll be the ones missing you, Kat. You’ll be too busy studying and partying and living the coed life to miss us. I almost envy you, although I must admit there are aspects of my college days that I wouldn’t want to relive.” I say laughingly.
“Really? Like what?” Katrina asks, leaning forward to listen to my answer. Her blouse gapes open on one side giving me a clear view of most of her left tit. I am awestruck at the sight of this smooth, milk chocolate colored globe and my cock reacts accordingly creating an even bigger bulge in my pants.
“Well, for some of us the freedom of being away from home for the first time was a little more independence than we could handle. Let’s just say that my first couple of semesters didn’t make my parents proud.” My mouth is dry and I’m hiding a raging hard on as I finish signing the papers. It’s not the head on my shoulders that’s driving my actions when I impulsively ask Katrina to have lunch with me. “I suppose you should deliver the rest of the mail rather than sit her and chat with me. Would you like to continue our conversation over lunch? I usually just go downstairs to the deli, what do you say?” I ask, as I finish addressing the envelope and hand it to her.
“That would be fun, Mr. C.” Katrina gives me a dazzling smile, stands up and walks toward the door. “I get my break at twelve, okay?”
“Perfect” I say, “I’ll meet you there.” I watch her firm, round ass swish back and forth as she pushes the mail cart down the hallway away from my office. It’s eleven-thirty and I don’t get any work done for the next half hour as I plot how to make my fantasy come true. I realize that I need a scapegoat to avoid being seen as a dirty old man when I propose a photo session to Katrina. My idea actually seems plausible by the time I reach the elevator and push the button for the first floor. Katrina is waiting for me at a booth in the corner, reading the menu when I arrive. I sit across from her and thank her for having lunch with me.
“No. Thank you, Mr. C. Being the only intern in an office of executives and assistants, I usually eat alone. This is a real treat for me.” Katrina is sharing that intoxicating smile with me again and this time her whole face is lit up in a smile that extends up to the sparkle in her eyes. I definitely want to capture this girl on film or I should say on memory card.
“A beautiful girl like you should never have to eat alone.” I say, reading the specials on the menu.
“Why Mr. C. Are you flirting with me?” She laughs, playfully batting her eyelashes at me. “It’s not everyday a girl gets invited to lunch by a handsome executive.”
“Why Katrina, are you flirting with me?” I laugh. “If so, you should probably drop the Mr. C and just call me Chris, okay?”
“Okay, Chris and please keep calling me Kat, all my friends do.” The waiter comes by and we both order salads and ice tea. After the waiter brings our drinks and some bread, I decide to broach the subject of my fantasy.