Chapter 7
Once the trash was taken care of, Zarya washed her hands and headed to the bedroom. It did not feel like sleep would be coming anytime soon, but she needed to at least relax before her big day at the new store.
She pulled back the covers on her queen sized bed, and got comfortable. She kept her phone close, doomscrolling through social media for a couple of hours before she became numb. She opened her messaging apps to see if anyone was online, but it appeared that everyone was heading to bed themselves. I wonder if Callen is awake... Oh, who are you kidding? He's probably still delivering food, anyway. She tucked her phone underneath her pillow and closed her eyes.
No matter how hard she tried to shake it, Zarya kept replaying the evening's event. Callen had been polite, of course, but she had not even saved his number. She debated on whether the younger man meant what he said about enjoying the view of her bent over. Just the thought of him eyeing her body gave her chills. She could already feel her nipples getting hard from just thinking about it, and she unconsciously placed her left hand on one of her breasts and gave it a squeeze. A warm feeling flooded her body, and she moaned quietly as her head tilted back and forth.
Any doubts, any guilt, any distractions eventually departed--Zarya was now lost in the moment. Her right hand began caressing her hips and thighs, while her left continued pinching and squeezing at her heavy breasts. No one else was there, but it was as if his presence still lingered--his eyes still penetrating her. She wished he could see her now, frazzled and squirming in her bed.
Zarya's mind continued to wander. She imagined he was standing in her doorway, slowly unzipping his pants, with a bulge visible in his boxers. Gradually, her hands wandered underneath her clothes. The skin contact was almost enough to make her orgasm, as she had so much built-up tension. Her left hand twisted her nipples, and her right wound its way closer to her clit. She was already damp with wantonness, so her fingers easily slid between her lips towards her pulsing clit. Zarya's entire body shook as her middle finger gently circled around the hard, wet nub. Her nails were now digging slightly into her pale breast. Her body was losing control and she needed to hold onto something as the waves of pleasure began washing over her.
In the corner of her mind, the silhouette was now stroking himself, and moaning quietly at the sight before him. He started slowly, just teasing himself. But, as Zarya began ruffling under her clothes, he picked up his pace. She arched her back as she envisioned the pre-cum pooling at the tip of his hard dick. It had been so long since she had tasted some. Her middle and ring finger now slid slowly but firmly into her soppy opening. Her face was burning so much, she could feel it spread as wide as her ears. She braced herself by grabbing a fistful of blanket as she humped her fingers faster. A guttural groan emerged as her hips bucked through a full body orgasm. She could feel the electricity from the tip of her head to the tips of her toes and fingers.
As the feeling mellowed and dissipated, so did Zarya's fantasy of what could have been, and she drifted to sleep.
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Chapter 8
By the time Zarya's alarm went off, she had already been up for an hour. She decided to do her makeup since she still had time to kill. She usually kept it pretty simple--some foundation, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. She chose some colors from her cool palette, which were her favorite hues. While she did not find it necessary for a woman to wear makeup in the workplace, it still gave her a boost of confidence that she was going to need on her first day. Once she was finished adding some earthy greens to her eyes, she pulled her hair up into a messy bun and brushed her teeth. She straightened her grey work polo and black slacks before leaving the bathroom.
As she headed to the front door to place her small makeup bag into her duffel, she did a quick scan of the open kitchen to recall if there was anything else she needed to pack or do before she left. Hmm... I have everything I need, but I should probably take the trash out so I don't need to worry about that when I get back... she thought. Before grabbing it, she donned her favorite hoodie for good luck. It was a black zip-up hoodie with Snorlax on it. It always made her feel comfortable and cozy.
She turned to the rubbish bin, but before she could start tying up the plastic corners, she saw the receipt with Callen's number written on it laying at the top. Oh, that's right... She tugged at the idea of just tossing it, but it seemed impolite to throw it away after what she did lastnight. Then again, remembering that made it more awkward, somehow. She compromised with a quick picture of it from her phone, not promising herself that she would actually text him, before gathering up the trash bag and her duffel.
Zarya's black and lime skater shoes crunched over the gravel on the pavement as she strolled to the large dumpsters to drop off the trash. Conveniently her compact car was parked next to one, so she rounded the front of while she unlocked the doors. She took a deep breath of fresh autumn air before tossing her bag into the car, then slipping into the driver's seat.
She buckled her seatbelt and plugged her phone into the aux jack. Time for some jams, she smiled. Music was one of her favorite things in the world. It could often express things she had trouble putting into words, and could change any mood instantaneously. She put on her Repeats playlist so she would not have to worry about skipping anything while driving, and started up the engine. She closed her eyes briefly and said a silent prayer before gathering up the courage to back up and drive away.
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Chapter 9
As the parking lot came into sight, Zarya's stomach started bunching into knots. She gripped the steering wheel tightly as she turned into a parking spot far from the front door. There were only two other cars there--Roger and Ethan's, she assumed. They must already be inside, she noted as she glanced at the empty vehicles. Well, no need to keep them waiting! She tucked her hair behind her ears, pulled the keys from the ignition, and grabbed her phone from the dash.
As she approached the front door, she saw a young smiling face glance up at her from a crouched position from inside. He waved and raised a finger to tell her he would unlock the door in just a moment. As he stood, Zarya noticed that he was close to her height, average build, and had a nice ass. Not now--focus! she sighed and shook her head.
"Nice hoodie," he grinned. "You're Zarya?"
"Yep--and thanks--Ethan?" she smiled.
"The one and only! I take it Snorlax is your favorite Pokémon?"
"Yeah," she said sheepishly. "Who doesn't love a big, sleepy, cuddly creature?"
He let out a short laugh, "Guess you're right, but I can't even choose a favorite. I've been a bit out of touch with the game since I was a kid. Anyway, come on in so we can show you around!"
Zarya blushed a little, but nodded and began following Ethan through the store. His ass looks even cuter up close, she thought, watching him casually walk to the office. Before they could open the door, a middle-aged man popped his head out of the office.
