I work in one of those large department stores; you've probably shopped there. I work in the customer relation's area where we have to deal with all the rude shoppers that always want things their way. Even with all the rude shoppers and all the work we have to do, we still have the time to have some fun. And lately, it has been more fun than usual.
I am a somewhat average looking girl. I have long dark brown hair and dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, to some both my hair and eyes look pure black. My most memorable feature would have to be my very large breasts. I wear a 36DD. I've worn that bra size since about age 13; I am now 23. But beyond that, I am fairly average. I'm average height, about 5'7", average build, just an average type of girl. However, my coworkers always marveled at my more than average ability to remain calm with the customers; surprised that my Italian feistiness never caused me any problems.
Now there is a gentleman I work with, a year or two younger than myself, that is anything but an average man. I have found myself attracted to him ever since he started at our store. This is unusual as I am rarely this attracted by a guy, and because I always try to separate my professional and private life. And even so, every time we worked together I couldn't keep myself from flirting with him constantly. I fantasized about what it might be like to fuck him, and on several occasions I dreamed about doing so.
Let me tell you why I was so attracted to him. He is a beautifully dark black gentleman, who stands about 6'5". He goes to a gym so he is decently toned and muscular, nothing too serious though. I mean he is no Mr. Universe, but who really wants that anyway? I've never been with anyone like him before: tall, dark, and handsome you could say. I've never been with anyone more than maybe 3 inches taller than me, so just to stand next to him towering over me makes me feel very intimidated and very, very, aroused. You have to wonder, with his height and the size of his hands, just how enormous his cock would have to be.
I was content to merely flirt with him by day, and masturbate thinking about him by night. After all, he had a girlfriend, and I had a boyfriend, so it could never work out between us; or so I thought.
One Wednesday evening we were scheduled to close together at the customer service counter. Now would probably be a good time to explain the area where we worked. We have a separate area near the store's entrance, completely enclosed in glass. We have a counter up front with a couple of registers on it where we process returns for customers waiting on the other side. Behind us is a short ledge with carts underneath for sorting out the items that have been returned. There is a narrow walkway to the back of customer service where there is a back wall, room to push carts in and out, and a locked door we enter through.
So, anyway, we were scheduled to close the store together. I felt like dressing a bit nicer than wearing the same old khaki pants and red t-shirt, so I grabbed a semi-short khaki skirt and a tight, low cut red top. I couldn't wear anything too revealing, as I would be sent home. I decided against wearing stockings, as it was far too warm out. Technically we have to wear stockings with any skirt, but I knew the manager I had that evening wouldn't mid. It was then that I realized I had never put my laundry in to wash earlier, and had no clean panties left. I was always doing that. I considered running quickly to a store for some, or grabbing a pair at work, but decided to save my money and just go without. I also styled my hair nicely and put on just a bit of makeup. I looked pretty good, if I do say so myself.
Soon I was ready and headed off to work. I got a few comments on how I looked nice. My manager, who I mentioned earlier, actually commented on my having "great legs" as he said it. I should have been thinking 'sexual harassment lawsuit' but instead I just smiled and blushed. I knew my team well though. I should have been reprimanded for now following dress code, but instead I was inappropriately complimented.
I walked over to the customer service desk and entered in through the back door. All my female coworkers greeted me by teasingly whistling and commenting on my outfit. James peaked around from the front of the customer service desk to see what all the commotion was about. He saw me and merely smiled and went back to work.
The night went on as usual. One by one all the morning ladies left for the evening, and after 3 hours it was just James and myself. We flirted over the course of the evening, but just the usual nonsense. Every so often I noticed him watching me, out of the corner of my eye, as I worked. All of my scheming and dressing up didn't seem to affect him all too much.
At about half an hour before closing, someone on the other side of the counter needed help with our employment kiosk computers. Being as I am always the one to fix them as I am the only one who know how they work, without a second thought I hopped up on the counter, swung my legs to the other side, hopped back down and adjusted my skirt. James looked as though he needed to pick his jaw up off the counter. I smiled.
"Did you forget that you're a girl again?" James asked jokingly.
"Nope," I said, "I am well aware." I smirked.
I walked over to the computer, it seemed to be frozen and it needed to be restarted. I walked back up to the counter, leaned over and rested my elbows on the countertop while James finished helping a customer. I could see he was looking down my shirt, but I just waited patiently.
"Can I have my screwdriver please?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. James smirked, knowing what I meant, and after some searching he found it and handed it over. I smiled and thanked him, and walked back to the kiosk. I squatted down and reached under the desk to restart the system. My back was to James, but I could feel his eyes burning on me as he stared at my ass. I started to think maybe I was causing too much trouble, or being too cruel to him. Maybe I should stop.
As I slowly stood back up, I heard him whisper under his breath "nice ass." I was not sure if he meant me to hear or not, but I quickly spun around with a big smile and said a very enthusiastic "THANKS!" He looked embarrassed, and I figured that I was in fact not supposed to hear his compliment. Oh well, he said it, I thought to myself.
I strutted myself back up to the counter where I had just jumped off. "Little help?" I said flirtingly. I hopped up on the counter and slid myself toward the end. My skirt slid up my thighs nearly exposing my bare cunt. I had my arms out and expecting him to grip me under my arms and lift me off the counter. Instead he grabbed my hands and held them as I hopped down. I fought the urge to sigh. I really wanted an excuse to feel his strong hands on me. I just giggled instead.
"Probably couldn't pick me up anyhow," I scoffed.
James had a shocked look on his face as I walked off to the back of customer service. Once back there, I gasped to myself, having noticed the fairly large bulge growing in his pants. He continued to help the customers as I stayed in the back sorting out all of the items to send to their departments. He was quiet the rest of the night, he stayed out front and I stayed in back. No chit-chat, no flirting, no anything. I was kind of worried I had really done something awful today; he'd never acted this way before. We always flirted and talked during work. I was really starting to regret my actions.
The closing announcement rang on the overhead. The store was closed, they shut the lights off, and the customers one by one waited to be rung up at the registers. James and I sorted out the returns of the night in silence, in absolute silence. I loosened up a bit when I noticed him making little glances at me. I started bouncing about flirty like, throwing the items into their proper carts. I caught James smiling once or twice, though he still didn't say a word.
Our work was done for the night, and we were about to go home. We both walked out the back door of customer service, and as we began to walk toward the employee entrance, James grabbed me by the arm. His warm fingers wrapped clear around the top of my arm. His touch sent chills down my spine. I looked up at him seductively.
"Did you forget your cell phone inside again?" He asked.
"Oh shit!" I exclaimed. I ran back to customer service, unlocked the door, and headed inside. I went to the front of customer service and started tearing through the drawers. I couldn't find it. I was sure that I had put it in the center drawer but it wasn't there. I was throwing pens and papers about, when I suddenly heard the door to customer service close. I walked around to the back and there standing against the shelving was James, with a it of a smirk on his face. I walked around in front of him, and leaned on the back wall.
"You know something I don't?" I asked, quite calmly having recovered from my frantic search. He just smiled and put his hand down in his pocket, and pulled my cell phone from it. I smiled and reached out to grab it. He held it above my head, out of my grasp. I tried to jump to retrieve it, but couldn't. He shook his head and set it down on the top shelf. I was fairly confused, not understanding the game, but I played along anyhow.
I leaned back up against the wall, facing him. He just stood opposite me, looking at me. His eyes slowly drifted down my figure, taking the time to study every detail of my body. Slowly his eyes returned to my face, a smirk and a raised eyebrow greeted them.
"See something you like?" I asked.
"I was just thinking about how funny it was your saying that I couldn't pick you up." He replied, completely dodging the question. He shook his head and laughed.
"Yeah well, you probably couldn't." I teased.
He got a devilish look on his face. "Oh yeah? We will just have to see won't we?"
Wit that he lunged toward me, and before I could move out of the way he had grabbed me from under my arms, lifted me a good foot off the ground, and slammed me against the back wall. I exclaimed "OW!" out of pure shock, not because it hurt. I expected him to put me down after proving his point, but he just held me there. I began to squirm and smack at his arms, half seriously half playfully. Nothing. He lifted me up a dad higher, now my head was above his and my chest was right at his eye level.
I struggled about for 30 seconds, but soon realized that he was much stronger than me and I was stuck up in the air until he let me down. He looked up at me and smiled when I sighed in defeat. I thought maybe, now that he knew he'd won he might put me down. H didn't. Instead he just held me there, smiling. We both just stared at each other in silence. It began to get kind of awkward. It was like the joke should have ended a few minutes ago, and yet we were still in the same position. He started at me while I was helpless in his arms, 2 feet off the ground.
I began to squirm for a second, and that just made him grip his hands tighter at my sides. I moaned softly. It was as if for the first moment I forgot that I was being held off the ground and just felt his hands on me. I hadn't realized that when I moaned, I must of closed my eyes. I opened them and looked down at James. He was smirking, with his right eyebrow raised.
"Anything wrong my dear?" He asked.
"Could you please put me down?" I asked with the best sad face I could muster up. I wanted to be put down; I wanted to be back in control. At the same time though, I did not want this feeling to end.
