Mind my pen name. If you're looking for the likely, then you're in the wrong place. What happens in my stories may not be all that plausible, but that's what fantasy is all about. I reject your reality, and substitute my own. Hope my reality gets you hot. Drop me a line and let me know if you like it, or if you find something I messed up, because I do that frequently.
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Sandra groaned as she hung up the phone. Naturally, Rob would call in on the night that she had to close the store. Now she was stuck with only a couple of bag boys and cashiers, and all of the night-stocking to take care of.
A quick peek out the window of the office took away her frown, however. She knew that Daniel would stay over without much complaint, if she asked him. He'd always been a little sweet on her, ever since she'd been his babysitter years ago. He needed the extra money to pay for his car, too.
"Daniel, pick up on the red line. Daniel, pick up on the red line," she paged, and saw him walking toward one of the intercom phones.
"Yeah?" Dan answered.
"Could you do me a really big favor? Rob just called in, and I need someone to stay over to fill the sugar, and all the other fast-movers."
"Sure, Sandra. No problem."
"Thanks, Sweetie," Sandra said, and then hung up the intercom. With that taken care of, she returned to counting down the drawers, and the minutes until she could lock the doors.
An hour later, she locked up the store. For once, the doors were closed at ten, instead of a half an hour later because someone had wandered in at the last minute. The other three employees were out the door within a minute or so. Sandra took off her smock with a sigh of relief, and returned to the office. She could hear the sound of Daniel pulling a cart from the back room as she closed the door.
Thankfully, all of the drawers came out right. Sandra leaned back and put her hands behind her head, relieved that she only had to print out a few things, check the coolers, and the back doors before she could leave.
The door swung open, and Daniel leaned in. Sandra saw his eyes widen, and immediately sat up. Sitting with her hands behind her head had thrust out her full breasts into a display that had drawn Daniel's eyes like a magnet.
"Uhm... Do you want me to check the milk?" He asked with just a hint of nervousness in his voice.
"Yes, please," Sandra answered, her cheeks growing a little warm. His gaze had embarrassed her a little, but she also couldn't help but feel a touch flattered that a guy ten years younger than her would look at her that way. She was pushing thirty and single, so she was willing to accept the ego boost.
Daniel nodded, his eyes darting back to her breasts for just a fraction of a second, and then he stepped back out of the doorway.
Sandra covered her mouth with her hand and let out a silent chuckle. After a shake of her head, she started working on the print-outs. As soon as they completed, she stood up, stretched, and left the office to make the rounds of the coolers, checking the temperature gauges.
All of the coolers were running fine, and she saw that the milk was full when she reached that cooler. She'd heard the baler running at about the time she started her rounds, so she assumed that Daniel was finishing up. She didn't see him when she walked into the back room, and wondered if she'd just missed him going out the opposite set of doors.
All of the back doors were locked up tight, but Sandra ran into a surprise when she grabbed the knob of the door at the back of the bakery department. "Oh," she groaned, and turned her palm to see the frosting on her hand.
With an explosive sigh of frustration, she walked to the backroom bathroom to wash it off. As soon as she reached the door to the women's restroom, she groaned. The out-of-order sign meant that the sink had probably sprung a leak again before she'd arrived for the day.
Sandra shook her head in frustration and walked to the men's restroom instead. She pushed open the door, and froze with a wide-eyed stare.
Daniel ceased the rapid pumping of his hand over his cock, to try to cover himself, and hide a picture of her at the same time.
Sandra couldn't take her eyes off of him. It had been weeks since she'd had sex, and Daniel had the most gorgeous cock she'd ever laid eyes on. He wasn't huge, but he certainly wasn't small, either. He was undoubtedly bigger than the last two men she'd been with. She'd always thought of him as the little boy that she'd babysat, but he was anything but a little boy in her eyes now.
Sandra's feet were moving before she even realized what she was doing, but she didn't fight it. Daniel managed to pull up his underwear, but he was still struggling to zip his jeans over his erection when she let the door swing closed behind her.
Arousal surged like a bonfire through Sandra. "Do you need a hand?"
"Wha..." Daniel responded, his face beet red and his voice full of shame.
Sandra's voice dropped into a sensual whisper as she reached out to squeeze his cock. "Do you need a hand?" She didn't wait for an answer, but tugged down on his underwear instead.
Daniel made a few inarticulate sounds as she pulled his briefs completely away from his cock. She licked her lips as she saw it up close, and wrapped her hand around it to feel it throb at the same time. Daniel gasped, his eyes widening.
Sandra looked back up into his eyes and asked, "What were you thinking about?"
His eyes flickered down to her breasts, silently answering the question, even if his lips couldn't.
"Would you like to see them?"
The embarrassment drained out of Daniel's face when he responded, "Yeah."
Sandra released him just long enough to pull her blouse over her head, and remove her bra. "Do you like them?"
"Fuckin' awesome," Daniel answered as he reached out to squeeze one.
"Mmm — I like your cock too," Sandra said as she wrapped her hand around it once more.
Daniel groaned as Sandra rasped her hand up and down his shaft. What little bit of steel had left him returned quickly, leaving him once more rock hard in her grip. She thought about getting down on her knees to suck him, but decided against it when she thought about kneeling on the men's room floor. A little kink that she'd never tried was calling out to her, anyway.
"Oh fuck, Sandra," Daniel breathed as she stroked him fast in her hand. He kept squeezing and stroking her breasts, fascinated by the large, firm globes.
Sandra had never actually seen a man come. She'd always taken guys in her mouth, or her pussy. The thought of watching him shoot turned her on, and she was determined to make it happen.
She didn't have to wait long. Daniel was already on the edge when she'd walked in on him. In only a few seconds, he was breathing heavily, growling, and groaning from her fast stroking hand.
Sandra had never really paid close attention to a man's cock while giving him a handjob, because it usually didn't last long. The feeling of his skin sliding over the hard core was fascinatingly unique. The tip swelled, turning purple and oozing a clear drop of pre-cum. She could feel him throbbing in her hand, and the contractions of his muscles trying to pull the hard organ away from his body. She could hear the moist sound of the slit in the tip opening and closing with every stroke of her hand.
Long before she was ready for it to end, his growls tightened, as did his muscles, and he came with an explosive cry.
Sandra moaned as his cream spurted up, to drip down her hand and his cock. Three hard squirts arched into the air as he trembled and jerked.
"Oh, that's a lot of cum," Sandra said as she stopped stroking to squeeze him, milking out a final ooze of cream over his tip.
"Holy — fuck," Daniel breathed between gasps for breath.
Sandra moaned again, and brought her cum-covered hand to her lips. She licked it clean while Daniel leaned against the wall, his twitching cock still dribbling onto the floor and his jeans. She couldn't resist the sight.
"F-fuck," Daniel exclaimed as she bent over, placing her hands on the wall on either side of him, and licked him clean with several fast strokes of her tongue. She ended with a little suck on the tip as he tried to push her away, and then stood back up.
Since it was all he could do to remain standing, even propped up against the wall, Sandra unrolled some of the bathroom tissue onto her hand. She daubed the drops of cum from his pants first, and then squatted down to wipe up what had made it to the floor. Another pull from the roll wiped off the worst of the frosting, which she'd completely forgotten about. By this time, Daniel had caught his breath.
"Do you do that a lot — think about me and stroke your cock?"
"All the time."
"Mmm — I think I'm probably going to finger myself a lot thinking about you, from now on." Sandra pressed her fingers tight into the crotch of her jeans and shivered.