Encountering Meera, Part 1- The Mysterious Miss M

by Fantasy World

I had to admit it, dealing with these teenagers, was the part I liked least about my job as program director. My name is Julia Glen, and I work for a multicultural society here in a suburb of Seattle. Our job is to help any immigrant, regardless of race, creed or color, find work, services etc. As part of our mandate we hired summer students (from funds we received from the city) teenage boys and girls from the local high school, who were considering a career in social work.

Needless to say these kids were a handful; 14 – 18, the nightmare years. Hormones exploding, sex being discovered, and attitude- ouch! Most kids of this age had a serious deficiency in logic, were jacking off and masturbating all over the place, and trying if possible to get fucked, or sucked, or licked by the opposite sex (or the same sex) . They had egos the size of skyscrapers and were essentially (in their own minds) infallible, wise, ---- no more than that, they were enlightened!

And then there was Meera. Ah , yes, Meera, 16 with a bullet. Meera was of East Indian descent, her mother was of Indian heritage but she was born in the USA, and her father was straight from the Punjab. He was substantially older than his wife, and seemed very traditional, basically uptight, at least that what I gathered the only time I met him. In her family Meera was expected to be docile and compliant, a role I gather she played well, but once she was out the door, she was hell on wheels.- and her parents, from what I could gather, really had no idea what was going on, and we did not want to tell them about our issues with Meera as we felt it was important to deal with these type of things internally.

This kid was in a league of her own. In the almost 6 weeks since had begun working with us, she had gotten into more trouble than all the other summer hires combined. Arguing with senior staff, not showing up for client meetings, coming in late, verbally attacking the other kids and, disappearing for a few hours at a time, then showing up without even an excuse that made any sense.

However on the other hand, she was clearly bright, and did some excellent work( when she wasn't causing trouble) . We had many meetings about her, and the staff was split on her fate. Some wanted her gone, and others felt it was our responsibility to work with her, mold her, and get her to play ball- so to speak.

Besides, the behavior stuff, Meera, was precocious sexually, that was very clear to me. Of course we did not discuss this in the staff meetings, but I noticed the male staff was definitely on the side of giving her more time to sort out her problems at work. A few of them were clearly attracted to her and she was not unaware their attention and intentions. Yes, even though she dressed quite modestly, she exuded sex.

Besides the regular male staff members, almost all oft of the teenage boys in the program would have done anything to get in her pants, and to me it was evident that some of the girls( even older staff women) wanted this vixen. She had one boy Garret, absolutely poleaxed, this kid was totally gone for her; every day he bought her lunch, probably gave her cash, and dope too- her red glassy eyes gave her away , when she would come in after lunch laughing her head off at a joke or something that only she could comprehend.

I saw the way she played him, oh yes, I knew her game. The seductive touches, the jeans that encased her tiny butt, the quick cuddles and pecks on the cheek. It was actually sort of funny to watch him follow her around like a puppy dog ; keep him hungry and horny I thought, that's the way baby, he will be your slave. And he was her slave, and she milked him for he was worth. I wondered what Garret was getting out of it, because she basically treated him like shit.

It was sometime in early July, just past the 6 week mark of her employment, that I got my first glimpse of Meera in action. I was looking for office supplies in the back room, when I heard a quiet moaning ; being curious, I quietly made my way towards the sound, until I could see between the shelves what was happening.

Meera, was sitting beside Garret, her blouse was unbuttoned all the way down the front, and she had undone her gauzy transparent black bra, which allowed her small but very cute pear shaped tits to be on display. One of her delicate manicured brown hands was busily rubbing the outside of Garret's jeans, which looked like they were going to rip from the raging hardon he had .

Garret, like a moth to a flame kept reaching one of his big paws towards her delicate jewels, but every time he reached those for those elusive but succulent breasts, Meera, would push his hand away gently, and say firmly, "No Garret, Don't touch, just look, just look, ".

And then she would increase the tempo of her stroking, " doesn't that feel better, come on Garret, thrust your bum , you know you need to thrust", she would coo and Garret, by now completely under her control, moaned and lay back further on the chair and began thrusting his hips forward in time with her stroking of his engorged prick.

"That's right Garret, come on baby," she encouraged in a soft breathy voice, running her hand over the full length of his shaft, and then down towards his swollen balls. When she reached his nut sack , she would reach between his legs, which were now spread as wide as possible to give her full access, and she would spend a bit of time, squeezing his balls, and as this excited Garret further and he began to thrust and buck harder, Meera would meet his thrusts with equal pressure from her wide open hand.

What a little tease I thought to myself, won't touch his dick and won't even give him a feel. Still I had to admit I was more than a little aroused by the scene in front of me. It is so sexy to see young people getting it on. Their bodies are so firm, and everything just looks as perfect as god (or nature or whatever) intended it. And Meera, from what I could see, certainly had been blessed by a god or two. Even at her still tender age, she had those seductive looks that men start wars over, and her two pert tits were quite saucy and pointed, not more than a handful, but the kind that just scream touch me, rub me, suck me –I think you get my drift. As one of my favorite, songwriters" once put it ' a bitch goddess with an angel face'. I think that song must have been written with Meera in mind.

My reverie was interrupted by a very load moan and the sound of "Ahh, Ahh, Yes, Yes," as Garret, shot his load, soaking the front of his jeans.

For a minute or two it was very quite in the stock room, Garret had his eyes closed, a wet sticky cum stain spreading across the front of his now wet jeans. Even in the somewhat dim light, I could see that his dick was still pulsating as it slowly shriveled back down to normal size after his ejaculation.

Meera, sat beside him, it was evident that she had gotten quite aroused by Garret's explosion, as her brown nipples were now quite firm and pointed. I bet she could use a nice pussy licking, I thought,. Yes that would be soothing for her and certainly fun for me or Garret if he could even get at her bush. But it was a foregone conclusion that this was not going to happen- Meera was not putting out right now, and certainly not for this boy- which seemed very curious to me, a mystery of sorts. Meera and Garret sort of cuddled for a couple minutes, Meera gently running her hands through his somewhat sweaty long hair.

Then Garret spoke," Christ, he said, what am I going to do now, my jeans are a mess, how the hell am I going to deal with this? Why couldn't you just take it out, and do me right? What's with you?"

Meera, didn't respond at first, she just started to pull her quite skimpy bra back on and buttoned up her blouse. That task completed she stood up, and brushed and straightened out her skirt and then, she simply said," Not my problem Garret, I have to get back to work".

And off she went without looking back, leaving Garret to deal with his own cum mess. Poor kid I thought, at least he got to cum, something I was not getting do very much of these days. But Meera's approach to the whole situation was very strange and I continued to be puzzled by her behavior. Why did she masturbate him through his jeans? And if it was simply a question of shyness, why didn't she let me him do her in some sort of way? Teens, who could figure them out. The show was over, so I quietly tiptoed out of the storage area, making sure Garret had no idea that anyone had been in there, and went back to my office.

When I got back to my office, I took a little while to settle down. Definitely, arousing to see those kids at sex play. My own bush was hot and wet, and so in the privacy of my office, I slipped my hand into my skirt and fingered myself , as I pictured those cute little tits of Meera's and Garret's very hard teenage dick .

As I rubbed my pussy, my mind turned more and more to Meera. Yes she did have a lovely little rack , but it was more than just her tits, she really was quite seductive, quite beautiful ; lovely almond shaped eyes, a tiny nose, mahogany skin and those full lips- so kissable ; very delicate but at the same time a real turn on---- Yes, I would be pleased to see her fully naked and have my way with her. And I could imagine quite a few things that I would like to do to and with her. Yes…definitely a huge turn on, and as I orgasmed, I thought to myself Garret wasn't the only one who wet their pants over Meera today!