My first job after leaving school was at a mechanic’s garage. My boss Dave was in his sixties and he had two qualified mechanics and one apprentice that worked for him. As a virgin, I was nervous at the start because the workplace was rife with sexual innuendo and the guys were constantly mucking about and laughing about things I didn’t always understand. After a few weeks though, I soon started giving back as much friendly cheek as they gave me. The ringleader of all this banter was Dave and I soon found myself getting more attracted to him. I never thought I’d go for an old man but I looked forward to Thursdays when he and I would literally be locked in the office behind closed doors and curtains for over an hour together while he did the business internet banking. On those occasions he would put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door and all the boys knew he wasn’t to be interrupted by anyone. One of the workers told me he’d always done that for as long as he’d worked for him. Dave wouldn’t even allow me to take the usual phone calls and instead, would transfer incoming calls to the phone out in the workshop so that he wasn’t disturbed by a ringing phone. He said he only had to lose concentration for a minute and he might pay the wrong amount over the internet or make some other costly mistake. This was a weekly occurence until one Thursday after locking the door and switching the phone over to the workshop, instead of pulling out the invoice file, he sat on the couch in the corner and just stared at me. I thought he must’ve been going to fire me or something. He looked so serious. I finished pouring his coffee, put it on his desk and sat next to him then he looked at me and said, “Carly, I can’t control myself any longer.” I was worried so I laughed, not knowing where this was leading. “You’ve made it very hard for me.” OK, I thought, I’m definitely about to be sacked. I was embarrassed so I made some jokey comment about him always being hard and he said, “Yeah, I always am for you.” Before I knew what was happening he had one hand up my skirt and one on my tit. I tried to protest but it felt so good that I admit it was a false struggle. I pushed his hand from between my bare legs and tried to prize the other one off my boob and said, “No Dave,” but then he stuck his tongue down my throat and was kissing me and I just went with it. He started rubbing and feeling me through my knickers. I’d never been touched there before and the sensations were sending skyrockets through my body and I started to groan. “Oh God,” I whimpered. He’d pushed me back on the couch in no time flat and had pulled my top and bra up to expose my boobs and was sucking on my erect nipples. I’d never felt so worked up in my life. I can’t explain how he was making me feel but all I knew is that I didn’t want him to stop. It was naïve of me but I’d always thought I’d lose my virginity to some boy my own age in a comfy bed in the dark after a long period of dating yet here I was on my old boss’s couch in the office in the middle of a working day being felt up for the first time ever and it was great. He was making all sorts of groaning noises and saying things like, “Oh shit you’re a good girl, Carly.” I wasn’t doing anything so I didn’t understand why he was saying that but I loved the sound of it. “That’s it, be a good girl for me.” Then he unzipped his pants and put my hand on his crotch and I nearly died. I know I’d led a sheltered life but really, I never knew penis’s would be so big. I’d always imagined them to be a lot skinnier, more like a stiff crayon or something but Dave’s was thick and hard and the more I touched him there the more he groaned out things about me, calling me a good girl. "That's it. Good girl, Carly. Oh yes, Carly, yes, keep it up." Then he pulled aside my knickers and slipped a finger into my vagina, moving it all around. It was the first time anything other than a tampon had ever been up there and I was a bit embarrassed because I was wet and I thought he’d be turned off by all the moisture. (At that time I didn’t know any different.) I said, “Dave, I’m a virgin.” He looked surprised for a minute and he asked me if I wanted him to stop. When I said no, I wanted him to keep going, he groaned again, "Good, good girl, Carly." He didn’t seem to mind and I sure didn't and I loved his finger inside me. It felt so good. I started writhing around on it and then he slid in another one. Then he reached down to where my hand was feeling him and he pulled his undies down and it was the first time I’d ever seen or felt anything quite like that. It was all hard but soft and velvety at the same time and there was a tiny bit of moisture on his end too. Just not as much as I had in my own underwear. Then he REALLY started groaning. “Oh fuck,” he said, when I started sliding my hand up and down on his dick. I know he enjoyed it and so did I. It was a bit hard to concentrate on him when he was doing such wonderful things to me, though. I groaned too, and at that, he ripped my knickers off and I thought, well, this is it, it’s finally about to happen but he surprised me by moving down and putting his face between my legs! I had to let go of his penis because I couldn’t reach him but then he started licking me and I forgot where I was anyway. I’d never experienced anything quite so brilliant. He flicked at me with his tongue and licked me and sucked on me and I started squirming and pushing myself up to meet his mouth and I wanted more and more. There was this build up of feelings that I couldn’t explain and I couldn’t control and I just felt like I was going to burst or something and all the time I was whimpering and half crying and groaning and moaning and my legs were wide apart and I could feel his warm tongue stroking my outsides and my insides and then I held my breath and it was like an explosion inside me. I didn’t know you could have an orgasm without a penis inside you but I know now that’s what it was. I started shaking and convulsing and my vagina was pumping and contracting and I shouted, “Yes Dave, yes, yes!” I was all hot and puffed and ridiculously wet and Dave held me for a few minutes until my breathing returned to normal before he said, “That was beautiful, Carly. Now I want you to do something for me.” I guessed he wanted me to continue where I’d left off and I went to try to put his penis inside me but he said, “No, not today. I’ll save you up for a special moment. But God, I do need to cum so just keep playing with me.” So I did. I grabbed his thick dick and started pulling him again. He was still hard and his shiny knob end was purple so I ran my hand up and down his length and then he started moving faster and faster inside my hand and then he grabbed his penis with his own hand over the top of mine and shouted, “I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” and then he shot all his stuff out the end and over my stomach and rubbed it between my legs and yelled, “Fuuuuuuck.” Wow, I thought, that was really something. Not what I expected at all. It was better. After ages of lying there, we went into his ensuite washroom and I went to wash myself but he lifted my leg up over the basin and wet his hands under the basin tap and washed me himself. Then he dried me with the handtowel before washing up himself. “Shit you make me hard, Carly. I’m bloody ready to go again.” He kissed me and thanked me. “Thank YOU,” I said, and turned bright red. He just smiled and said that I was going to be greatly rewarded for being such a good, good girl. I took that to mean I wasn't getting fired after all and I hoped it meant he wanted me again. If you want to know exactly how I was ‘rewarded’ please let me know and I’ll write the next part.