Chris woke up with a start.
He'd been dreaming about Jane again, the promise she'd made to him about giving him a blowjob. He could picture her soft, pouty lips parting to accept his cock in her mouth. He could feel her tongue rolling around his shaft, teasing his head, taking his balls in her mouth one at a time while her hand stroked his cock up and down until finally he explodes.
But it still hadn't happened. Jane had swapped out her shift this week because of a friend being in town, so Chris was going to have to wait a little longer anyhow. His shift tonight was going to be with Mark, who was a nice enough guy, pretty ok to talk to, but not even remotely what he was hoping for. He looked at himself in the mirror, and took a look at his cock, still hard from the dream. He looked down and pictured Jane kneeling in front of him, smiling up at him as she pulled his pants down.
He needed a cold shower.
**
Chris' shift was going by well enough. The day was busy, not crazy busy, but busy enough to keep him at the back desk unpacking books at a moderate pace while Mark handled the front. It was getting towards Chris' dinner break and he was getting a little hungry.
"Hi Mark," a familiar voice said.
"Oh hey. I thought you were off tonight?"
"I am - I just came by to pick up some books from my hold shelf."
Jane breezed by, barely stealing a glance at Chris before disappearing down the stairs.
