Chapter 1
August 2010
She watched as the old woman slowly entered the room. She glanced about the room, and with a nod, walked to the first case. Oh great, Marla thought, another dried up old bitch to deal with. Marla watched as the old lady tottered from case to case, searching for something. Rolling her eyes, Marla sighed and closed the magazine she had been reading.
“Is there something I may help you find, ma’am?” Marla said in her sweetest voice. The woman looked at her over her glasses, studying her. I hope she doesn’t make me repeat myself. Stupid deaf broad.
“No thank you, dear. I’m just taking a trip down memory lane,” the lady said to her. Thank God for small favors, Marla put on a fake smile.
“Well, if you need anything or have a question, I would be happy to help you.” Yeah, right, as if, she thought with an inner smirk, just don’t go and have a heart attack and die in here, you old bat.
Greta looked at the young woman with distaste. She sat there prissily behind her INFORMATION desk; the dark blue blazer looked a size to small, her pert little boobs straining against the top button. You may be pretty now, Greta thought, but wait, soon enough those firm apples will turn into flat, droopy fried eggs on your chest. With a knowing smile, Greta turned away and continued to explore the World War II exhibit.
Marla watched the old bat for another minute or two before she went back to her Cosmopolitan magazine. She opened up to the How to Make Him Yours article and began to read, the old woman already forgotten. She had seen Shannon from the dinosaur wing with some sexy hunk in the cafeteria last week, and Marla wanted to get to know him much better.
Greta paused as she came to the old military uniforms. She smiled as she saw the nurses’ uniform; the only difference between the one she used to wear and these was the red cross on the chest pocket and on the sleeve. Next in line was the old Naval uniforms, she blushed as some of the memories flooded back. I always had a soft spot for men in uniform, she thought with a smile. Heck, I married a Marine and then he became a police officer. She made the sign of the cross as she thought about her dear Henry.
Greta moved on to the next display, a large photo that had been blown up. It was a photo that she had seen many times, it was even on the cover a magazine back then, at the end of the war. Greta leaned forward to read the little plaque. “Times Square, New York City, August 14th, 1945” it read. Ah, yes, Eight fourteen forty five, The day the Japs finally surrendered and the end of the War. What a wonderful, glorious day in history. What was I doing that day? That’s right, I was working for that dentist, what was his name? Dr....Goldblume ....Goldman... Goldstine! That’s it! Dr. Goldstine. Satisfied, Greta stood back to take good look at the photograph, and then she let out a small gasp.
This was the first time she ever really looked at it, and what she saw startled her to the core. Luckily, there was a bench nearby, facing the photograph, and she plopped down into it, completely stunned. No, that can’t be, Greta desperately thought, practically wringing her hands. Impossible! There must be some mistake! That cannot be me! She was able to see a thin, raised outline around the woman’s right ankle, underneath her white nylons. An ankle bracelet, that no doubt had a tiny gold heart charm resting right before the bony part of the ankle. The photograph, blown up to this proportion, left no detail out. Everything was crisp and clear, including her usually foggy memory. It was the day the war ended! There must have been a ton of those Navy men walking around kissing women! This cannot be me! I don’t remember seeing a photographer! Oh dear Lord, you can see the top of my nylons on the one side! Greta shook her head in disbelief. Yes, Dr. Goldstine’s office was not too far from Times Square, and she did go to lunch that day in the Square, but this couldn’t be the same man that had unexpectedly grabbed her and kissed her! Well, it could be, she thought. Maybe he kissed a bunch of girls that day. Her eyes kept going back to the small handbag that was clutched in the girl’s hand, and then down to the ankle.
Marla yawned and glanced at her watch. Yay, only another 45 minutes til lunch. I wonder if that old bat is still here, she thought. Just as she pushed her chair away from the desk, she felt a large strong hand cover her mouth and another hand grope her chest.
“Is it playtime yet?” a voice whispered into her ear, the lower hand slowly unbuttoned her blazer and rubbed thick fingers across her nipples.
“John! You jerk! You scared the crap outta me!” Marla hissed at him. Whirling her chair around to face the security guard, she punched him jokingly. “Why do you always do that?”
“Well, darlin’, I happen to know from a reliable source that you LIKE to be scared,” John replied, a slight smirk on his lips. Marla punched him again, and this time he grabbed her arm and pulled her up against him, pressing his body along hers. “Are you all lonesome and bored in here by yourself,” he asked, kissing her ear.
“I wish,” she sighed. “There’s some old bat in the back corner over there, behind the statue.” Marla leaned against him, and pressed her thigh against the hardened lump in his pants. She loved to tease him, especially when there was nothing he could do about it, like when there were patrons roaming the museum. “I will be getting off for lunch in about 45,” she implied with a smile. She looked over her shoulder to see if the bat had come out yet, and when she didn’t see her, she turned back to John and grabbed his junk roughly through his pants.”Will you wait for me,”she teasingly asked, stroking his cock through the rough fabric of his pants. She knew she was risking it, it wasn’t like there were doors to this section, but she loved being a cock tease, she always wanted to find out how far she could push it.
Smiling up at John, she deftly slid his zipper down, and slipped her hand into his fly. John groaned through closed lips, her small, silky hand felt great on his dick, her fingers stroked him from balls to tip.
“Oohhhh, it must be laundry day,” she purred at him. “I like you like this, going commando, and at work? That’s really sexy.” She tightened her grip on his shaft, stroking his cock very slowly, she could feel the little drops of pre-cum gathering in the palm of her hand. He pressed himself against her, harder, and squeezed her ass, drawing her short blue skirt up higher than it should be, just barely covering the tops of her thighs. If she bent over, the whole room would see her tiny little ass cheeks and whatever scrap of cloth she called her panties. That image made his cock twitch in her hand, and he slid a finger between her thighs, feeling the heat come off her tight little box. John opened his eyes up long enough to ensure that nobody had come this way, then pushed his finger up to skim her panties, only to feel soft, smooth, skin.
Marla reached up with her other hand and pulled on his tie, dragging his mouth down to hers. His fingers skimmed the soft skin of her ass until he found the thin elastic strand of her g-string, plucking it and pulling up on it. She softly moaned into his mouth, squeezing his cock tighter, as she felt her dampened panties pull tight against her clit and nether lips. John slid his fingers down between her legs, squeezing and pinching her lips together; he could feel her getting wetter by the second.
“Who’s gonna wait for who now?” John whispered in Marla’s ear as he tapped against her swollen clit, urging her on. Marla looked up at him, her eyes gleaming as she stroked his cock faster and rubbed herself against his thigh.
“I think you will pay for that,” she said playfully as she pushed him back a little bit. Throwing a glance over her shoulder, she scanned the room and saw the top of the old biddy’s head, still sitting where she was before. Marla turned John around by his cock and pushed him into her chair. With one last look around, she slowly sank down into his lap, grinding her soaked panties into his cock. John pulled her back against him, a groan muffled into her back as he slid his hand up between her legs, trying in vain to get his fingers up into her silky wetness. Marla rocked back and forth in his lap, slowly nudging his cock further up into her panty covered pussy as she swatted away his fingers from her cunt.
Just as John grabbed her hips, she jumped up from his lap and turned to face him, shaking her finger and head at him. He reached down and stroked himself, practically drooling. He could smell her sweet juices rising up from his lap.
“You’re not really gonna leave me like this are you?!?What am I going to do??” He frantically whispered, his eyes were focused on her tits, he stroked harder and faster on his manhood. “Is that it? You want to watch me jerk off right here? Isn’t that a bit much, even for you?”
Marla watched John for a minute, smirking, as he frantically worked his shaft for a minute or two before she slid off her desk and leaned over him. She took the thick meaty head deep into her mouth and looked up at him as she sank to her knees. John closed his eyes and let his head fall back as Marla went to work with her tongue. Knowing better than to muss up her hair, he gripped the armrests and thrust his groin deeper into her hot, moist mouth, silently begging her to take him deeper. She swirled her tongue along the bottom of his shaft, feeling his staff get thicker and harder; his cock was leaking a steady stream of pre-cum into her throat.
She slowly worked her way up his shaft, lapping at the ridge that marked where the bulbous head started, then stuck the tip of her tongue into the tip of his cock as she sucked as hard as she could, getting a rather large mouthful of sweet pre-cum. She released his cock for a quick moment as she swallowed her prize, and grinned wickedly at him.
“Getting what you wanted, John? Are you gonna call me a little cock tease anymore?” She batted her eyelashes at him and winked, before she thrust her head down in his lap, taking his cock deep into her throat.
John let out a gasp as she deep throated him; she had never done that to him before. But before he could say anything, they both heard the click-clack of heels on marble heading their way. Marla looked up at him, and quickly scooted back under the desk, still holding his cock in her mouth. Fuck! He didn’t know what to do. The little slut had trapped him, in more ways than one! He quickly straightened his tie and jacket the best he could and just sat still with hands folded on the desk in front of him, praying that the footsteps would walk past.
“Mr. Wollack, where is Miss Jones?” asked Mrs. Greystone, the very stern, no nonsense supervisor.
“Who? Oh, you mean Marla? She had to... use the restroom,” John stammered, trying to control his voice as Marla deep throated him again. “She, uh, asked me to watch the desk while, umm (fuck! please stop doing that!) umm, while she was gone,” he managed to choke out. Fuck, I’m gonna cum if she doesn’t stop playing with my balls! Holy shit! She’s deep throating me again!
Mrs. Greystone raised an eyebrow at him, watching him squirm in his seat.
“Very well, then. Please let her know I need to see her in my office during her lunch break.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” John replied, practically sighing out loud as she turned to leave.
“Mr. Wollack, one more thing,” Mrs. Greystone said, turning back around. “Make sure you see the on site doctor during your lunch break. You are sweating and look flushed. We can’t have you coming to work and getting all the visitors sick.”
“Yes, Mrs. Greystone, I will,” he said. With a curt nod, Mrs. Greystone turned and walked away. John was never happier to see her leave than at that instant, for Marla was sucking his meat for all she was worth, it felt like her lips were vibrating around his cock as she bobbed her head up and down in his lap.
“You are fucking crazy! Are you trying to get us both fired? Oh my fuckkkinnnngggggg god, I’m gonna cum in that mouth of yours if you don’t stop,” he warned her quietly. Marla acted as if she didn’t hear him, and suddenly took him all the way down her throat, humming as she did it. Thank you, Cosmo! She thought as she felt his balls rise up to meet her humming lips; his whole body tensed up, about ready to explode.
Fuck it, I can’t hold it any longer, it feels so fucking good! John reached his hands under the desk and pushed Marla by the shoulders, forcing her head further down as he flooded her throat with his hot, salty jizz. He could barely contain the growl in his throat as he came, his whole lower body twitching under Marla’s breasts and arms. He let go of her as he finished, and looked down at her as he rolled the chair back a few inches.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t take it any longer. That was soooo fucking good! Do you know how many times I almost came while she was talking to me?”
“That was the point,” Marla said, wiping her mouth, her eyes sparkling. “I wasn’t planning on that, but the opportunity...arose,” she smirked.
