I'd only been working at the movie theater for about three weeks. Matilda was the assistant manager and my boss for the evening. My task for the night was to put away the Christmas decorations for the season. In the basement, there was a huge storage room that housed numerous holiday and movie props.

Matilda had shown me the room and the basic storage system they used. Things were put away by month in the large square area. Imagine standing in the middle of the room and assigning the months in a clock-like pattern. The first of the year began to the right of the entrance and proceeded clockwise to the end of the year.

I was a seventeen-year-old virgin in relatively good shape with a bit of an acne problem. Matilda was eighteen and, like me, not a looker. However, she was a sweet girl with small breasts and a tight little butt that I couldn't keep my eyes off. What made it worse was the short little skirt that she was sporting that day. It was only my second time working with her, and already my prick was giving away my intentions. Fortunately, once she showed me the layout, Matilda made her way back to the office upstairs.

Moving in the train of carts loaded with Christmas trimmings, I got to work. I was not a lazy or sloppy kid. Within about thirty minutes, everything was put away neatly. Pausing to review the state of the rest of the room, my nerdy neat freak took over, and I began to straighten it all out. I continued around the room going through Valentine's Day, St. Patricks Day, and so on. It was about an hour later that Matilda returned just as I began sorting Halloween.

Deep into the discombobulated pile of skeletons and witches is where she found me.

"What are you doing? Matilda questioned with an authoritarian voice.

Turning in a bit of a panic, I fell onto a bag of straw as several smaller skeleton bones collapsed on top of me. Matilda rushed to pull me up, and in the process, our bodies smacked together, with my hands ending up on her butt and our faces millimeters apart. To say that I couldn't have planned this better if I had tried was the understatement of the Millenium.

We lingered in that moment for what seemed minutes. Eyes locked and lips pursed on the edge of a sweet makeout session. That's when Matilda remembered where we were and began to pull away. As she moved backward, you guessed it, a big hairy fake spider dropped onto her shoulder. Initially, she only flinched slightly, that is, until she saw the big hairy spider.

"Aaaaaaaaa!" pierced the room and my ears as she lunged my way to avoid the mock predator. We ended up in the same pile of fake bones she'd pulled me out of just moments before. This time, however, there was no space between us as her body crashed into mine. Our arms automatically wrapped around each other's bodies to stave off harm.

Lying there, hidden from anyone's possible view, passion took over. Our lips mashed and tongues explored while our hands did the same. Hers shot down between our conjoined abs finding my growing erection, while mine solidly gripped her perfect little ass. We each rubbed and massaged the other as the kissing reached a venereal peak.

Suddenly Matilda began tearing at the button and zipper of my jeans. Pulling her face from mine in frustration, she sat up to see what she was doing. Before I knew it, my pants and underwear were yanked down to my ankles. Positioning herself over my chiseled member, Matilda tore her panties off and gradually pressed the head of my prick in between her all-too-restrictive labia.

She only made it about two inches before having to stop while sucking in a sharp breath. It was clear to me that I wasn't the only virgin that was anxious to be rid of the title. Sliding back up a little, Matilda pressed back down firmly but haltingly. This enabled her to sink down a little further without the painful reply. Over the next few minutes, she kept up the slow progression while directing my hands to her aroused nipples. I rubbed and rolled them per her ongoing instruction to her great satisfaction.

Obviously, being a teenage male virgin, my staying power wasn't exactly honed to perfection just yet. Unfortunately, I didn't last more than a couple of minutes after she was able to take me in fully. But the upside of being that young was that I never really lost my rigidity. So, all my early evacuation did was add a little extra lubrication to our continued devirginization.

Matilda continued to stay on top until her own vocally satisfying climax came about. Noting that I was still hard and in need of relief, she traded places, taking the bottom role, and allowed me to go all crazy teenage boy on her until I was cumming like a fool once again.

Lying there in the aftermath, we kissed some more as Matilda handed down the rules of our relationship. I was to be available to her whenever she needed me for sexual gratification, which would turn out to be quite often. I had to work on my ability to slow my own ascension with the goal of never cumming before her. But, by far, the most crucial aspect would be my willingness to please her orally.

To test my fealty, she flipped us over, once again placing me on the bottom. On her knees once again, Matilda slid up my chest, leaving a trail of our combined juices, before placing her savory petite pussy on my mouth. After a tentative taste, I dug in enthusiastically, leaving any doubt of my desire to please her far behind. And I owed it all to that big hairy fake spider that just happened to fall on her shoulder that day.