People give me a lot of grief about my job. I hear "nerd" or "bookworm" on a fairly regular basis. It comes with the territory, said territory being one of those smaller mom and pop bookstores. I don't work for one of the big chain bookshops, no coffee shop, DVD, or CD selection. Simply put, it's just a quaint but popular old store in a bustling college town. Sure, I've thought about moving to a chain store, but my job has far better perks. Half the staff consists of hot, fresh out of high school girls looking to make some money for college.
I've had my fair share of run-ins with my co-workers, flirting and the likes. However, being one of the older staff members, that's usually as far as it goes. I think it's safe to say that most of them considered me as more the at-work friend than as a possible romantic item. That's not how it was with Sam, though.
Sam caught my eye the moment she started her first day on the job. She strolled into the building with her button-up shirt open down to the bra, her pale white flesh exposed for the world. I couldn't take my eyes off the valley of those 18-year-old breasts. Small but perfectly shaped, barely hidden beneath a black bra and white top. It was several seconds before I managed to pull myself away from that particular area to examine the rest of her tall and slender frame.
Naturally, the owners frowned on her choice of clothes and forced her into more acceptable apparel. None-the-less, she still managed to wear the stuffier clothes like they contained pure sex itself. Framed by her long black hair, I was always aware of the figure that lay beneath. Much to my delight, whenever the owners or management weren't in the store, a few buttons would come undone and the cleavage came out to visit.
A few weeks passed by and I'd made it a point to get to know Sam. She was eighteen, a freshman in the local college, and to my despair in a long-lasting relationship with a guy. That was another nail in the coffin. Another hottie already out of my grasps. Not that I really believed I had a chance to begin with. I decided to abandoned the pursuit, but still remained friends if for know other reason than to gaze at what I could of her wonderful breasts.
As it happened, the owners of the store had decided to make one of the two bathrooms an employee bathroom. Since the majority of the staff was female, they really hadn't thought about the fact that it meant the bathroom would be uni-sex. Now, I wasn't the type of guy who got off on the girls peeing variety of porn, so I tended to use the public bathroom to avoid awkward confrontations with my fellow workers. This wasn't always possible, though, since customers have to piss now and then too.
Working the cashier counter on that fateful night, I had the luck of helping a very pretty girl in a low cut top. She was browsing the books on the shelves behind me and spent a fair amount of time leaned over the desk, giving me a clear shot straight down her shirt. This lengthy free show resulted in an erection that was screaming to be let free from the restrictions of my jeans. I waited until she had made her purchase and then excused myself to the bathrooms.
Trying the public door, it was locked, so I popped into the employee. I didn't bother to go into a stall, I just had to give my swelled cock some room to breathe. It felt good to pull it out from the cramped position it had formed in. So good that I began to give it a bit of attention with out concern for my environment. It must have been going good, because I never heard the door open.
I'd been stroking it for a good solid minute before I realized someone was watching me. I jumped, trying to shove my dick back in my pants.
"Don't put it away on my account," a cute voice said with a giggle.
I looked to see Sam watching me, smiling at me, but her eyes looking only at my crotch. I wasn't sure what to do. I'd managed to get it into my underwear, but a good inch of it was still poking out. I muttered something.
"Jeez, I'm sorry." I was embarrassed. I hadn't been caught masturbating since I was a kid. "I forgot where I was."
"Don't worry about it," more smiles, "it's only natural. Hell, I've done it in here almost daily."
Hearing her say those words made my dick throb. It had been awhile since I had gotten any action. The thought of her working her clit in this very room made me reach my hand back down into my underwear.
"Here," she said as she began to unbutton her shirt. "Something to help you along."
"You shouldn't do that. You have a boyfriend." I said this, but didn't mean it. My fingers were already around my cock.
"Sure, but it's been a long time since I've seen a new dick." She had unbuttoned the remaining button, leaving only a bra between me and seeing her gorgeous B cups.
I pulled my pants down, making my entire thick 7-inch dick visible to her. She reached behind her and locked the door before stepping closer to me. She approached and looked at me with a wicked smile.
"Well, are you going to stroke that cock or not?"
A bit nervous, I stood there a moment before beginning a gentle rhythm of tugs on my pulsing erection. She watched, her eyes lighting up with eagerness as she did so. I bit my lip and kept going, but couldn't quite get the hang of putting on a performance for her. She must have caught on to this.
"I guess the old saying is true: if you want something done, you have to do it yourself."
She was suddenly a lot closer, her hand on top of mine, guiding my grip down the shaft. "Why don't you release that death grip and let me have a go?"
I think I may have uttered a meager "Ok," regardless if I actually managed to say it or not, I left my cock completely to her hand.
"Besides, I could use a little relief from work." She said this as she gave my dick a playful tug.
I was in awe. Speechless as this nubile vixen's fingers wrapped around and pulled slowly at the skin of my cock. I didn't move, just enjoyed. With her other hand, she fondled her own covered breast before undoing the front hooks of her bra. The bra seemed to open in slow motion.
The sight was that of true beauty. Better than any renaissance artist could have painted or sculpted. Her breasts were perfect mounds of pale white flesh, topped with pink puffy nipples the size of half-dollars. Supple and hanging like weightless orbs in the air, each little movement caused them to jiggle. That in turn caused my dick to shudder with pleasure.
"Stop standing there and touch me," she ordered with an exhilarating sultriness in her young voice.
I obeyed without question. I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer before letting it slide to her ass. My other hand cupped a breast, my thumb and fingers grazing the entirety of its surface. I didn't wait long before bending down to put one of those delicate nipples in my mouth. It was soft like cotton candy, but began to harden from the sensation of me sucking. All the while she worked away at my cock.
She giggled again as I pushed my hand down into her pants, getting myself a handful of her round ass. The giggle ended in a moan when I bit tenderly on her erect nipple, tugging it gently in-between my teeth. I gave that young ass a good squeeze.
