As I turned the corner, I flipped the lights off. Christen was in the shack guarding the employee entrance again tonight. She was on the phone again and the lights in the shack were off – but I was getting used to that.
She didn't see me as I stopped the small Geo Metro we use as a security vehicle at the bottom of the drive way. She seemed occupied with the phone call she was on.
Pulling the night vision glasses out of the glove compartment, I watched her from the bottom of the drive way. The reason she didn't see me was that her eyes were closed – but she wasn't asleep. I watched as her full red lips parted slightly, and her tongue lightly licked them. Leaning back – she opened her mouth wide enough that I could clearly see the stud attached to her tongue. The only hand I saw was the one holding the phone – but I could tell the other one was busy – out of site beneath the desk.
Watching her was turning me on a bit. I admit – I was very attracted to her, but it would be wrong for me to do what I was thinking.
Shaking my head, I turned on the lights and slowly made my way toward the gate, watching her out of the corner of my eye.
She didn't notice I was even there until the gate went up after I swiped my card. Sitting up, her large green eyes open wide and her face blushing just a bit – she waved to me and hung up the phone.
Once parked, I got out of what I like to call "the skateboard," my six-foot frame towering over it, and approached the shack. With the lights of the lot reflecting off my bald head and the Captain bars on my shoulder, I made my way to the shack.
As I tried the door to the shack, I was a little surprised that it was locked. So was she. While I looked at her with a questioning stare, she hopped off the chair and opened the door.
It was a cool summer night yet beads of sweat gleamed on her forehead and down her neck, small clear drops made their way into the opening of her blouse, racing each other into the valley her breasts made. Her shoulder length frizzy red hair looked a little disheveled, but no more then normal. Her uniform seemed a little disheveled too, the front of her blouse looked like it had been pulled and hastily stuffed back into her unbuckled slacks.
"Been behaving back here Chris?" I asked as I sat on the stool next to her.
"Um...not really," she answered with a grin.
As always when she spoke, my eyes were drawn to her small mouth with the sensual red lips, and the stud on her tongue. The thought of that small metal ball enticing me made me feel aroused – and I knew it was visible in the tight uniform pants I was wearing. "Come on, you can tell me," I prodded, waiting to hear an explanation of how she was misbehaving.
She let out a cute little sigh and glanced at me, her eyes drifting once to my crouch, getting a little wider when she saw the outline of what was hidden underneath.
"Okay...I was on the phone with my ex-husband."
"When I talk to my ex, I usually don't feel so wonderful afterwards."
"Uhh...we had phone sex."
