It has been a long week of ten-hour shifts in this huge warehouse for a major global retailer. There are worse jobs and better too. Taking everything into account, I am a lucky man to be working here at an age when many companies would no longer be interested in hiring me. For one, I am in the best physical condition I have been in almost forty years. But today, right now, I am tired, sweaty, and dirty. There are only fifteen minutes left in my shift. I haven't seen another soul in at least a quarter of an hour. I am in a far corner of the building. Many of my co-workers have already left for the day to start their weekends a little earlier. Most of them don't last long here. Before being hired here they have never been asked to do any real work in their lives. Working here is a total physical and mental shock to them. But the constant stream of new employees is not simply a faceless nameless mass of short-termers. A few stand out immediately and fewer still become valuable long-term teammates.
But I digress. As I said before, I am tired, sweaty, dirty, and I need to empty my bladder. Lucky for me there are restrooms scattered all around this giant facility. I go into the nearest one. There is a typical huge puddle underneath the urinal, so I enter the stall and let the door swing closed behind me by itself as I am a little preoccupied with more urgent matters. I was really full and the relief is immediate and satisfying. My mind wanders to a certain new hire, with soft curves in all the right places, as I remove my earplugs for the end of my shift. As I am shaking the last drops of urine off the tip, I hear the restroom door open and almost immediately the stall door at my back swings open too. I glance over my shoulder and am quite surprised to see her. Instead of backing out and mumbling an apology, she quickly latches the door behind her with one hand while holding her index finger up to her lip, a knowing smirk on her face.
I am so surprised I cannot even find words. She is one of those who immediately catch your attention on day one. Young, energetic, bubbly, outgoing -- flirty really, but with the rainbow of cotton-candy hair she sports, I never would have thought she might be truly interested in an old man. "Shhh, daddy", she says to me as she eagerly pushes me back against the tile wall and kneels in front of my still open fly. I may be temporarily stunned into silence, but I fumble with my belt and quickly loosen my pants so she can have full access to my rapidly stirring manhood. She seems rather pleased with herself and what she has found. She asks in a tender young voice, "Would daddy like for me to make him feel all better?"
