Angel Chapter 2

Angel Jones stepped off the train and hoped she was in the right place. It was noisy and confusing in the terminal, a far cry from the relatively quiet station in her home town where she had boarded the train that morning. One hand clutched a small suitcase that contained her makeup and clean lingerie and a few similar items. The other hand held her punched ticket, which Angel inspected again and compared to the visible signs.

She was gratified to know that she was in the right place, at least so far. George Parker had shown himself to be a cad and a rotter, and Angel didn't trust him to have told her the truth about the arrangements that he had made. He told her he was in a hurry to get her away from the local branch of the bank where they worked, and would pull some strings to get her treated like a VIP. Although Angel hadn't believed him then, except for the part about being in a hurry, and didn't completely believe him now, she was cautiously following his directions.

Fortunately, not all her memories of George Parker were bad ones. Angel had been very attracted to his rugged good looks and, one evening when they worked overtime together, she gladly surrendered her virginity to him on a sofa in the office. She remembered, with immense pleasure, how his cock felt when she engulfed it in her mouth, how thick and round it was as it glided in and out between her lips. Her tongue happily recalled caressing the smooth skin that stretched so tightly around its hardness. Her whole mouth had fond memories of being filled so pleasurably, and of the glorious sensation when she enveloped enough of his shaft to let the hard tip brush against the back of her throat. At the time, she wished she could have engulfed its entire length.

A few minutes later that evening, that same hard cock deflowered her as she lay, face down and naked, on the sofa. Her memories were still vivid of the exquisite pleasure she received as it wedged its way into her, gently stretching open her virginal pussy and the adjacent channel, and massaging her rear clit. It had been so long and thick and hard and, after achieving full penetration, had surged over and over into her as she reflexively thrust back to meet it.