"Goodbye, Crystal. See you tomorrow."
Crystal waved to her boss as she let the front door of the bank swing shut behind her. She was glad that Monday was over, and the warm heat from the sun felt good on her face as she walked to her car. She quickly crossed the parking lot to her Honda, opened the door, and buckled herself in to the smoldering car. As she started the engine she felt that daily nerve-wracking feeling in the small of her stomach. She pulled out of the parking lot, and made her way up Roosevelt Avenue.
The weak air conditioning did little to relieve the heat inside her car, and she cursed it only once. And again, the images she had seen in her mind all day long appeared in her head. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, and continued on, finally nearing her apartment. At this point the burning in her crotch was reaching a fever pitch, and she nearly ran up the stairs to her front door. Her hand shook as she unlocked the deadbolt, and threw the door open, finally at home after an excruciatingly long day. She set her purse on the kitchen table, and entered her bedroom, falling to the bed on her back. She took time to think.
Crystal was twenty-one, and the position of bank teller was her first real job. She had quit college, which she felt was one of the few good moves she had made in her young life. She thought back to the wild parties, the drinking, and the men.
The men; she could not help but think of men. Every day seemed to be the same: dreaming of men, thinking of hard cocks as soon as she awoke in the morning, watching her videos hour after hour, buying more and more hardcore magazines, and masturbating constantly. Crystal had lived in her apartment for about a year, and the only other person to set foot in her place had been the maintenance guy for her apartment complex. He was an older man, and he didn't seem to mind the shrine to the male body that was her apartment. Full size posters, centerfolds, small cutouts; they all adorned the walls of her little world.
Crystal didn't care; she loved how her apartment looked. Standing up, she unbuttoned her top, and removed her blouse. She unzipped her mini skirt, and let it drop to the floor. Stepping out of it, she kicked it to the corner of the room. Crystal looked down to her full breasts, and released the clasp in the front of her black bra. Slowly she pulled it away from her hard nipples, and let her arms drop, the bra falling away. She stepped into the bathroom, wearing only her red thong panties and her black pumps. Crystal smiled as she gazed at the picture of the blonde guy above her mirror, his right hand wrapped around his thick cock, his head back, seeming to love how his tool felt in his hand. She adored this picture. Crystal had dreamed of this cock several times. Reaching down, she inserted her thumbs in the sides of her thong, and pulled it off of her hips, squirming as she felt it graze her thighs, and finally pulling it off of her heeled feet.
Crystal now walked back into the kitchen, and pulling her cigarettes out of her purse, she lit up a smoke, enjoying the taste as she exhaled. Taking the rubber band off the counter, she tied her shoulder length brown hair back into a ponytail. As she smoked, she walked around her apartment, looking at every picture of those men, and their hard cocks.