It all started one day when her live-in boyfriend had walked out on her. She had stayed at home. Kept him diapered, pampered and fed, yet what did she have to show for it? Nothing. He left her with no income, so what was she supposed to do when she saw the ad in a local paper. "Make up to $500 a week." She called the number that was listed in the paper, and within a few hours, she was in the office that was located at the back of the store filling out paperwork. It was then that she noticed the shoes at her feet. The feet of a rugged man who was all brawn.
The store manager looked her over, and then he looked her papers over. "Damn, she's 40. Wow, she doesn't look a day over 25," he thought to himself. And with the rise in her chest he could tell that there were many restraints called for here. So he asked her if she would be willing to start right away, and she eagerly agreed. He didn't ask her what to start. She didn't have to ask. The answers could be seen in the way they both looked at each other.
So he took her to the stock room to start her training to sell the vacuum cleaners. They made small talk at first. At one point he told her that if business was really good, that it really sucked. She grinned and asked, "How well does it suck?"
He just smiled and said, "You could always show me your model sometime."
She looked around at the empty warehouse and willingly told him that a demonstration would be just fine with her. With that he told her to meet him there right after work, and she willingly agreed.
But he needed a distraction for the moment, so he took her back onto the showroom floor, and started explaining the different models of vacuum cleaners to her, and how to show their selling points. It was then that he noticed her with one of the attachments in her hands, silently stroking the long hard tube. He almost collapsed right there from the thought of having her stroking his cock in the same manner, but the sight of those long slender legs in the Gucci high heels told him there were some things worth the wait.
It was at that time that the last customer left the store, and the assistant manager walked over and asked him if he would lock up so he could stop at the butcher shop and get the dog a bone.
"Sure, no problem," he said, thinking to himself that he didn't have to fetch a bone, he already had one. As soon as the assistant manager was gone, he walked over and locked the front door. Then he went to find this goddess that had walked into his store and into his life. She was already waiting for him in the stockroom. At first all he saw were the heels. Then as he rounded the corner, the legs, the slender sloping thighs that led up to the prettiest mound he had ever seen twinkling with the dew drops of her scent, reflecting her abdomen which led to the firmest, most round mountains that had ever been in front of him.
It was then that she smiled and said, "Now, what do you think about a job that sucks?"
He grinned and said "It's been so long for me, I think I need a reminder of how it actually works."
It was then that she leaned over and unbuttoned the khaki pants that he was wearing, slowly sliding them down over the growing hose in his pants. Then as she revealed his magic wand, she let her right index finger slowly wander down its length and back up to the tip of his cock several times. Then she let her left index finger shadow the right one and she kept up the back and forth motions down the smoothest uncircumcised pole she had ever touched. It had been so long since she had been with a man, and she ached so badly inside to bring pleasure to someone again who appreciated her efforts.
She slowly lowered her mouth to him, and as she did, she grasped him firmly with both of her hands, letting her fingers intertwine to get a better grip. She let her lips slide slowly over the foreskin, tickling it with her tongue.
He groaned and lifted his hips, but her touch was firm, and her suction remained unhindered, as she put the full torque on the complete length of his manhood. He groaned again, and she knew at last her efforts were not to be in vain. She felt him stretching her lips with his growing fullness. His swelling cock filled her mouth so much that she let her lips retreat towards the tip of his cock, and she let both hands now grasp his hardness as she stacked one on top of the other and started a pumping motion with them.
His hips began to lurch upwards as her tongue encircled the tip of his cock. Faster and faster she moved her hands in a pumping motion until he spewed forth the sweetest fluids onto her face, which she let drool down her cheek and onto her own rising and waiting peaks.
It was then that she grabbed him and kissed him, letting him taste the juices mixing with hers in her mouth.. But she couldn't wait any longer. She had to have him. But alas, she would have to wait. The night security guard knocked on the front door and the scurry of clothes flying would've looked like a twister to the untrained eye as they both quickly dressed and went back out to the front of the store.
The security guard couldn't help but notice the dishevelment before him and he smirked and excused himself to the back of the store so that he could clock in for his shift.
They both agreed that they needed to get home also, both knowing that her training was coming along well. But she would surely need more of it in the coming days. So they did as only they could at the moment, and politely excused themselves, telling each other good night, secretly knowing that they both yearned for more.
"Man, I hate this traffic on the drive home," she said. But at least she had a job that would be interesting. Just thinking about today at work started a wet spot between her legs. Thank goodness the car interior was leather, as she had a light blue short dress on, with no underwear. She liked it that way. She thought that it kept her pussy hairs drier with the wind blowing between her legs. Even now with the top down on the car; she still ached for a little more wind on her. Just thinking of possibly having his lips on her pussy sent shivers down her thighs. She had to get home and get more comfortable, or she was gonna create a scene in traffic.
Just as she was pulling into her driveway she recognized someone who was parked near her house and walking her way. Could it be? Should it be? She let out a chuckle and thought to herself, "Today really is my lucky day." He was smiling that same smile he had worn earlier in the stockroom. And she was smiling even more, with the thoughts of where this night may lead to.
But just as he approached the car where she was sitting, he nodded and kept going. It was then that she realized it wasn't him. But it really did look like him. Oh well, another night in front of the lonely TV set.