The Interns Pt. 01 (MMF, MM, MF)

I watched Jonas slip out of his trousers. He took his shirt off, and the morning light streaming through the slit in the bedroom window shades caught the delicate hairs of his abdomen, gold and brown, sparkling in the afternoon. It glanced off his smooth, shaven chest and revealed every muscle fiber in his young, bronzed body. Sunlight glanced off the folded-over bulge in his tight Armani briefs, revealing the crest of his swollen head.

Swollen like mine.

I felt my cock stir within my own trousers. His eyes caught mine, and he glanced down at me.

"Aren't you going to take off your pants?"

I blushed, and his eyes followed mine. I stepped backwards, hesitatingly, but he put his hands on my 501's and undid the top button. I longed for him to slide his hand down inside, caress me, make me hard, stroke me until I exploded on him. But I bit my lip instead. And trembled.

He continued to unbutton each button one at a time, folding the flap of the denim open as he went. I pulled in my breath as his knuckles grazed against my abdomen. Suddenly his hand was on my chest and he pushed me back onto the bed, grabbed my pants, and pulled them off of me. I lay there on my back, my legs open, and he held onto my ankles for a little more than was entirely necessary.

His chest had the glow of a light flush. His lips parted, and he opened my legs with his hands. I felt completely vulnerable to him, embarrassed by him. By my own feelings.

His cock was hard.

As was mine.

I didn't admit it then, but I wanted him to take me right there. If he had, I would have cum on him in an instant. I would have gotten down on my hands and knees on that warm, wooden floor and sucked him off until his hot spunk filled my mouth. His eyes ran over my body and I felt myself flush with embarrassment. He had no shame. I followed his gaze down to the growing hardness in my shorts. He bit his lower lip, just briefly, and there was a boyish smirk on his face, like we were two kids being bad. I glanced down and I swear I saw his cock throb. Fear and excitement ran through me. Was he going to just fuck me right then? I pictured his strong arms holding me down as his body pressed down on me.

Instead, he let go of my ankles, tossed me my wetsuit, and then, turning his back to me, slowly slipped out of his briefs. His two tight round ass cheeks jiggled as the underwear dropped to the floor, and then I could see his tight ball sac bouncing between his thighs. As he turned to slip first one leg, and then the other into the wetsuit, I watched his hand caress his own shaft for a moment, and I suddenly moaned softly. He chuckled lightly to himself, and then, wriggling into the suit, turned to me and gestured for me to pull off my underwear. My face was totally red by now, my chest flushed. I didn't understand the effect he had on me except that I was throbbing for him, and he smirked and then reached up and quickly drew down my briefs, and I raised my buttocks for him, which caused my tip to bounce within an inch of his chest, before assisting me into the suit and motioning for me to stand and turn.

"Time to zip up," he muttered, and, reaching inside, pulled the neoprene tight against my buttocks before pulling up the zipper and then turning to me. I admired his suit; it held him like a glove, as if he needed it. My body needed the slimming effect of the suit, and I felt good.

"Better keep your shorts on over that suit unless you want to show off that hot cock," he said as he turned to walk from the room.

- - -

Aruba's diving spots are legendary, and the island didn't disappoint. This time Claire came with us, dressed in a rash guard top which she wore modestly over her bikini. It was early in the season, and she soon changed into her own wetsuit as Jonas drove us out in the Boston Whaler that belonged to his family. We spoke little, each of us lost in our own thoughts as the tropical scenery slipped by.

It was only a few minutes until we entered a small, protected inlet. Jonas slowed the boat to an idle and we coasted through a gap in the reef marked only with some bleach bottle buoys, and then anchored over the sandy beach, and then quickly we each slipped into the water.

As we swam through the cool, tropical waters and I watched the pattern of ripples dapple their way across Claire's back, I was struck by her simple beauty. The sun beat down overhead, but beneath the azure waves, all was tranquil. No arguments here, no fighting. Below us the sun cast halos of light around us, like we were the children of gods. I let her swim ahead of me, her long, lean thighs propelling her forward. She was beautiful, an object of desire.

As was Jonas.

I couldn't get him out of my mind, ever since that moment in the bedroom. He swam up from behind and I watched him move through the water like some sort of aquatic creature. It came as second-nature to him. He was easy in his body, one of those natural athletes who can pick up any sport with ease. I could imagine that he swam before he walked. Claire, not so much, or me. We were the awkward ones, the overthinkers. Self-conscious in our bodies, unsure of our words.

There had been this girl, Keiko, that they used to hang with. I met her once. She was what you might call a free spirit, unashamed, unabashed, but without the cruel naivete that such people often have. I wanted to be free like that, but was that really me?

A blue triggerfish darted across my field of vision, bringing me back to the awesome scenery before me.

I swam next to Claire and she pointed out some interesting fish for me, snapping a few of them with the little waterproof camera which she had brought with her. She gestured at me, and I swam to her, and put my arm around her, up on the surface, our snorkels still in place, and we made a snorkel selfie, and in doing so, I put my arms around her waist, and, dropping her snorkel, she gave me that little kiss you get in that way that you know you don't know if this is going anywhere or not. This whole trip was like that. Hell, we never really had a date. And hooking up your co-worker is a bad idea, but hell, we were just summer interns for Clayton, Roberts and Smith. But hey, we were both young and horny and wanted a fuck buddy. Just like before, I thought to myself, thinking back about the one time Claire and I had shared a drunken hookup after an office party.

"You know, we're not even supposed to be here," I said.

"What do you mean?"

"No Mr. Clayton."

"Yeah, it's too bad. Too bad for him." Clayton was the senior partner at the company. This whole jaunt was his idea, a way to show off what a high roller he was. I knew he had a thing for the interns, the dirty bastard. Serves him right.

"Yeah." I looked around at the gorgeous tropical blue sky, the beautiful girl on my arm. "We've got three days."

"What do you think's gonna happen in three days?"

"Anything."

I put my arm around her and pulled her close, and she gave me another little peck on the cheek, but lingering this time. As the two of us treaded water, her thigh brushed against my growing bulge.

"Well, you're frisky today," she said, rolling herself away from me.

"You give me a hard-on," I whispered into her ear, "as usual".

Just then, Jonas swam by. We both watched as he glided through the water, parting the waves gently with the knife edge of his hand, the water streaming softly over his broad shoulders and down his cute, round ass.

"Are you sure it's me that turns you on?"

"What do you mean?" I protested.

"Nothing," she said, and, turning from me, swam off to join Jonas. He stopped, and she gestured to him to come close. The two of them treaded water together and I watched as she showed him her snorkel and gestured at the mouthpiece. She held onto him as he fiddled with the rubber and then turned, her back to his belly, and faced me as he helped her put her mask back on. We stared into each other's eyes, Claire and me, and I slowly let myself submerge. Her left hand slid down Jonas' thigh and she ran her thumb along the mound in his wetsuit. Jonas' fingers slid down around her breasts. She turned and whispered something to him, and then the two of them swam off down the reef together.

Damn.

I watched them for a few moments, and then swam after. But as we rounded a coral head, the water turned cool, the wind started to blow, and soon we returned to our little runabout and clambered aboard, tossing snorkeling gear in the back of the boat. I fired up the engine and started us back on our way home. I glanced over beside me and Claire had toweled off and was slipping into her shorts. Jonas handed her top to her and then reached back behind himself, grabbed the zipper strap, and unzipped the wetsuit. He slowly peeled it down, revealing his glistening, naked torso.

"Sorry, Claire. You don't mind, do you?"

She shook her head, and he peeled it the rest of the way off and stood there naked before us, the wind whipping his long blonde hair, his cock bouncing free. Jesus, was he always hard? She instinctively turned from him, and he laughed and reached for his bag.

"Sorry again. I just get excited."

Claire slowly turned her head back towards him.

"About what?"

He pulled his shorts on without wearing underwear underneath. Going commando.

"You," he replied, the outline of his cock pressing it's imprint against the fabric of his shorts.

Her eyes met mine and she made a gesture with her head that was hard to figure out. Like, okay, are we gonna do this? I don't think she even knew she did it. But that's what she meant.

- - -

I thought back to the first time I'd met Claire. I had just signed on as an intern, and I suppose she'd been there a couple months before me, so she knew people and they knew her. She was cute, smart, funny -- or so I imagined. Because I saw here every day, and every night I would make up a little imaginary dating scenario, where I would recall exactly what she wore that day -- from the black leather boots she sometimes wore to the little beret with the red jacket. I would lie there, in bed, and imagine what I would have said, how she would have laughed at my corny joke, the walks we would take in the city at night, and, of course, how her warm skin would feel next to mine. But in the light of day, each time I would pass by her desk, something or someone would intervene, and the moment would be lost.

So when a bunch of my office-mates held a going-away party for the boss's assistant, well, Claire is gonna go, and so that means I go, being the other intern. That's how I actually met her, in a downtown penthouse suite party on a rainy night in the city. There was the usual light chatter, some quasi-hip EDM music playing in the background, ice tinkling against glass, naked in a sea of booze. I stood by the blue tinted windows and watched the lights of the city far below while the rain streaked down outside. Every droplet captured a million points of light, each one dripping and sliding its way down into the darkness below.

"So you're the new intern," She said in the most obvious manner. She wore a simple black cocktail dress, short and tailored, with a gold necklace and bracelet that I recognized from last week. In her hand was a flute of champagne, golden and sparkling, and her red lipstick had left a faint mark on the rim. My eyes went to hers as she raised the glass again, pressed its clear hardness to her lower lip, and sipped the sparkling nectar. She was the most gorgeous thing I'd ever seen.

"That's me," I stammered. I couldn't help but drop my gaze for a moment along the sinuous curve of her neck, down her smooth, round shoulders to the décolletage she both flaunted and hid.

"Tony?" I nodded.

"I'm Claire." She held out her hand, and I shook it politely, maybe lingering for a bit. In my peripheral vision I could see guys subtly eyeing her, especially the bosses, but she had slipped away from the madding crowd and joined me there in the darkness for a quiet respite.

We stood together watching the traffic moving ever so slowly below. After a few moments I became aware that her gaze had turned to the reflection of the people in the room behind us, and to one man in particular. A large, strong man in a dark suit. And then she put her hand on my shoulder and turned to me.

"Tony, I was wondering... do you know Mr. Ferrameno?"

"You mean Julio?" She nodded. "Is he... what do you think of him?"

"Well, I don't really know. He's a foreign investor. Works out a lot, I guess. Nice suits."

"He's a sharp dressed man."

I nodded, and she slipped her arm into the crook of my arm.

"Why don't you introduce me?"

There was nothing I could say, and we eventually found Julio after Claire had another glass of Champagne and I wandered her all around the party. It felt good to have her on my arm and she nestled against me. Her perfume was nice, and it made me a little self-conscious about the cheap sport coat which was all that I could afford for the party. Sure, he was only wearing jeans and a t-shirt, but his boots probably cost a thousand dollars, and those blue selvedge jeans came all the way from a custom shop in Japan. You know the one I'm talking about. On his wrist was a Patek Phillipe. There was no wedding band. Julio smiled at me and through his magical powers Claire took his arm and I became free to indulge my own boozy thoughts as the two of them disappeared into the crowd. I was a lot younger than almost everyone here except Claire, and it was hard to talk to people that I barely knew.

A couple hours later and the older guests and the guest of honor had left, the music was turned up, and people were a lot more drunk. I'd had all the hors d'oeuvres I'd wanted, and enough of the crowd. I made my way down past the infinity pool and then up the side stairs to a little storage room that I had seen earlier -- one I knew was secreted back there for the staff, next to the changing room. I slipped inside, closed the door behind me, and sat back on a stack of towels with by back against the louvered door and had a drink of the beer I had been nursing for the past half hour. I leaned back, closing my eyes, and thought of Claire, and then, reaching down, began to gently stroke myself. I thought of the curve of her neck, the softness of her lips. I unbuttoned my pants and let my fingers trace along the outline of my growing bulge, and then, sliding my hand under the waistband of my briefs, I began to gently stroke myself. I started to imagine Claire's hands on me, those soft lips kissing their way down my abdomen, and I moaned softly and slid my pants down lower.

I suddenly realized that I wasn't alone.

A pair of footsteps were rapidly approaching, but before I could zip myself up, someone's body pressed against the other side of the door. Pressed by another person.

A woman gasped and I could hear the rustle of fabric as the man pulled his shirt out of his pants, and then, with a soft clatter, the buttons of his shirt fell to the ground. The knob above me began to turn, and quickly I grasped it and quietly turned the lock so that it was locked from inside.

"What's the matter," the man said.

"Seems like it's locked."

I exhaled as quietly as I could.

"Never you mind, love, I'll be back in a flash." With that the man stepped away. But I could see by the shadow cast through the louvered door that the woman was near, pressing herself against the door. I inhaled deeply, and recognized the scent.

Claire.

I looked down at my almost naked body and my erection and suddenly realized that she could see me, or at least most of me. Shit!

"Tony... is that you?" she whispered.

"Claire!"

"Jesus Tony what are you doing?"

"Never mind, and besides, I could ask the same."

I started to pull up my pants and fumble with the door, getting it partly opened just as the man returned. Claire glanced down at my partially naked body and then, seeing that he was on his way, reached for the door but accidentally raked her fingernails over my naked skin. I closed the door quickly and re-latched the lock and then quickly moved back against the back wall. I searched frantically for a way to hide, and then quickly found it -- a cart with a stack of tablecloths on it. I stepped back towards the cart, still clutching my pants with one hand, just as the door handle turned.

The man's foot stepped forwards, but then I saw Claire's hand on his waist, distracting him, and she stepped into the room. I could barely see, but I could see her body silhouetted against the light through the slats in the door. He reached around her and pulled her close, unzipping your dress, and sliding if off your shoulders. She waved me back, kissing the man, who I quickly realized was our boss, Julio

Claire was now pressed her back against me, and Julio was somewhere behind her. I could hear the rustle of clothes, the sound of a zipper unzipping, and then moans and kisses as he pressed his body to hers. I backed against the cart and it's wheels squeaked as it rolled backwards. The three of us fell back, until the cart hit the wall and the tablecloths spilled out and engulfed me. It was then that Julio and I eyed each other face to face in that dim light. He was startled, but just for a moment, and then his eyes closed and an evil smile crossed his lips.

"I'm going to have you now, Claire," he said, louder than necessary, and as he did, he lifted her thighs, pressing raising her up and practically putting her into my lap, and as he did, I felt my own erection throbbing against your butt crack.

"Julio," you said, "wait... not here"

"This is the perfect place, mi amore," he replied as the two lovers kissed. As he did, I felt his hands sliding down under my own buttocks, and as he lifted the two of us, his thick throbbing shaft pressed against her sex and she moaned as he reached under her and began to stroke my cock.

"I want you, Claire," he whispered. "More than anyone in the world, right now."

"Oh Julio," she moaned, and, reaching her arm back and stroked my hair, "I want you"

I could feel my tip against his sac and he pulled your chest close and took her breast to his mouth and as he did, I could feel his balls tighten and his dick throbbing, and she moaned. She began to rock her hips against my body. With one hand she reached down and took Julio's shaft and stroked his tip against her clit, and her other hand reached back and grabbed my buttocks and as she did, my precum gushed out onto his hand, which he then used to stroke himself, and then quickly entered Claire, who moaned loudly.

"Julio,..." she stammered, and the big man began to thrust faster. "Tony..." she whispered, but then his mouth was on her. My dick was now between his ball sac and her body, and with every thrust my tip swung and bounced and slapped against her body. He lifted her more, but in a moment the big man groaned, " I'm cumming!", shuddered, and unloaded his seed into her before either of us could do the same.

And then it was over.

He exhaled heavily, slid Claire off of himself, and, zipping up his pants, spoke.

"Now, not a word of this to anyone, either of you... If you want to have any future in this business, you must play the game, and by that we mean the game of love, no?"

Claire slipped off me and nodded, but by then he had already opened the door. He turned around, for a moment, and said, "Take her home, Tony," before stepping out of the door.

"That was it?" she said, as I zipped up her dress for her. "I guess this is what I should expect."

"I mean..." I started, but she cut me off.

"Nevermind, Tony. Just take me home."

It was a long, awkward silence, but before I could think of something to say one of the kitchen worker was at the door and we quickly made our way out, to the car, and into the night.

She said nothing almost all the way, until I pulled into the parking garage under her building and she instructed me on the code and how to get back out.

"Tony, I'm going to ask you to do something and you don't have to say yes, but if you do say yes, you have to do what I say."

I wasn't really sure how to take that. "Okay Claire, for you, tonight."

"And when I tell you to leave, do you promise to leave?"

I nodded, but that hurt.

"And say nothing?"

"Nothing." She opened the car door and I followed her into the elevator and up to her place. Inside, it was obviously very nicely furnished, it smelled good, and had a great view of the city, and it made me a little jealous. I reached for the light and she shook her head.

"I think you should have a drink first, Tony. And then... I want you to go ahead and take off your clothes, and then sit on the sofa over there." She nodded towards a leather sofa which faced the center of the living room. "When I get out of the shower, you need to be over there, naked."

I swallowed hard and nodded, and she disappeared into the kitchen for a moment and returned with two scotch on the rocks.

"Start taking your clothes off, silly."

I nodded and leaned in as if to kiss, but she turned and stepped down the hall and I heard the sounds of water running. I began to unbutton the dress shirt that I'd worn to the party, now sweat-soaked, and I slipped out of my 501's one button at a time. They smelled like sex. I was already hard, and I gazed down and admired my smooth, well-shaped tool. It feels so good to be hard, you ladies don't understand.

Maybe you do.

When Claire returned from the shower she had one towel wrapped around her at breast-height, one wrapped around her hair, and one in her hand. She took a big drink of the Scotch and then motioned me to sit up for a moment. She lay the spare towel behind my head and then put her hand on my shoulder and gently nudged me back until my head lay against the back of the sofa, but then hesitated.

"What is it?"

"I... maybe this is a bad idea," she stammered and turned her head from me.

"No, Claire..." I rose, placing my hand on hers. "It's OK. I understand."

"What? What do you understand about me?"

"What it's like to be lonely, and then have someone notice you, but at the end of the night you're not with them."

"It's not like that," she replied, pulling her hand away. She stood and walked to the window and gazed out at the city below.

I rose and stood next to her. "It doesn't matter," I said, taking her hands in mine, and then guided her back to the couch. I reclined, naked before her, and let my hand caress her cheek. "I'm here. With you. For you, Claire."

"Really?"

I nodded, and took her hand and rested it on my chest.

"Feel my heart. Feel the heat of my body next to yours." Her hip was warm against my side, and I gently pulled her close. My other hand reached around her waist and as I rose our bodies pressed together, until our lips brushed together.

"This is crazy," she whispered. "I just fucked our boss. Or should I say we."

"Well, I'm here now," I replied. "For you. Use me, Claire. I know you didn't get what you wanted. What we both wanted."

We kissed, softly, and then I broke away and laid back, smiling at her.

"Use me, Claire. You know you want to."

She laughed and shook her head.

"You're crazy!"

"I am. Tonight, anyway," I said, pulling her onto my body. She laughed as she straddled me, and then our bodies began to respond to each other.

"OK. I'll do it. But I want you to promise to never tell anyone, ok?"

"I swear it's our secret."

"Now just lay back and open your mouth," she whispered and then climbed up and knelt above me on the sofa, one thigh on each side of my face. She reached her hands down and gently guided her smooth, round pussy over my face, my forehead, my nose, and finally my mouth.

I could smell her sweet, hot tang even after the shower, and I found myself coaxing her open with my cheek and tongue and she teased and withdrew from me, only to pull herself closer again. In no time I felt her wetness growing and with soft words of encouragement she told me exactly how she wanted it, what she wanted, and how hard. I was hard, throbbing with arousal as she began to rock against my face. I wanted to stroke myself so badly, but she made me sit on my hands. Soft words of encouragement told me how to slip my way along the outer folds, and she pulled back her hood and pressed her hard little clit against my lower lip. I gasped as it swelled against my tongue. She showed me how sensitive it was, and I felt her throb as we began to lose ourselves in each other's bodies. I felt her hands in my hair now, the heat of her thighs against my face. I let my hands slide up her buttocks and softly kneaded her muscular body. I pulled her to my mouth, rocking her to me.

"Fuck my mouth," I whispered, gasping for breath. "Fuck me hard"

"I'm fucking you, you bastard," she whispered. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard"

She began to pound against my face as my tongue entered her. I could still taste Julio's cum mixed with her own delights and I moaned and she quivered. My left hand now slid under her buttocks and as it did, my thumb entered her and I pressed my index finger against her little button. It aroused me so much I gushed out a stream of precum all over my abdomen.

"That's it, don't stop" she moaned, as I stroked her deeper and her vagina accommodated my probing. I slid my other hand under her and began stroking her with other thumb as she rocked against me faster and I soon felt her spasms coming and that was too much and I exploded into the air, my hot load arcing in the darkness up and onto her back and her ass and down my throat and neck and chest. She squealed and as I moan/whimpered below her, she gushed into my mouth as her orgasm flowed over her like hot lava. Each contraction of hers was met by another contraction of mine, another hot load, my silver love now running down my chest to my cock.

When we were spent she collapsed down on me, and I held her close and we nestled together there on the towel. I stroked her hair and the side of her face and she wiped a spot dry and lay against my chest. I lay my hand on her ass, and we both rested a bit, but after a minute or so I felt myself filling again, and she moved over me and knew I was hard, and I guided her hips so as to enter her, and she instinctively responded, straddling me until my head rested at her entrance, but then she pressed her hand to my chest.

"I want you to cum again for me," she whispered, and put my hand down on my cock. She lay back against the opposite bolster of the couch and began to touch herself.

"Is it a race?"

"You have to wait for me now," she giggled, and then was serious. I saw her eyes dilate as her fingers entered her body, and with two fingers of the other hand she began to quickly flick her love bud.

"You want to cum now, don't you?" she teased. "You can't."

I nodded and took my hand away as my member throbbed uncontrollably.

"Your cock is so beautiful, Tony. I bet you want to slide that hot cock right here, deep into my pussy. Isn't that right?"

I gasped as she began to pump herself in time to my hand.

"I'm feeling you right now, Tony, I'm feeling your hard rod hot inside me. I want to cum on your cock now, Tony. Can you feel me?"

I nodded.

"Are you gonna cum with me, Tony? Here it is, baby..."

She moaned and stopped for a moment and I watched her as she climaxed again, and she ordered my orgasm and I quickly obliged, firing my now clear hot load over my young body a couple of times and then she slid forward on the couch and took my shaft in her hand and masturbated me quickly and hard and suddenly I felt a fresh hot sticky load well up and explode, bigger than the others, and she kept it up until I'd spewed all over my body again, and hers.

End of part 1