AUTHOR'S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS: This story is - from my point of view, at least - about three things; Age play (older man, younger woman), a blowjob (complete with a mouth full of sticky semen), and orgasm denial (for the lady). There's also some dom/sub elements but it's not heavy enough to be considered 'proper BDSM', in my personal opinion. Others might disagree. If you have issues with any of these things, then please do not continue any further. You have been warned. Furthermore, if you expect other sexual scenes or acts additional to the ones mentioned, you won't find that in this story. It's a blowjob story, simple as that!
All of the characters in the story are eighteen or older.
All of my stories are copyrighted, including this one.
--- CAUGHT IN A STICKY WEB ---
Working the graveyard shift at the gas station of a small town was incredibly dull work, and oftentimes an hour or two could pass by without a single customer coming inside. Perhaps that was part of the reason why Cassandra was looking forward to the handsome man's visit. Like clockwork, he came in every night at just after 3 AM, to buy a pack of Winston cigarettes and something to eat - usually a candy bar, though more recently it was a beef jerky stick at times.
Cassandra was almost 19 - a petite little thing with a flat chest, a reasonably large and plump behind, and small yet lovely and alluring emerald eyes. Her long, black hair was parted in two and hung down the front and sides of her face to either side of her body, usually just a little bit messy, while her uniform was whatever casual clothing she preferred - with the gas station's apron worn on top. They had no strict dress-code as long as it wasn't too indecent.
The 3-AM-Man was more than a few years older, mid 30's by her estimation, and well groomed with a slightly pale complexion. He was above average height for a male, over six-feet if Cassandra's had to guess, with short but well styled dark brown hair that was neatly trimmed and always well kept. His eyes were a bit larger than average, and he often had stubble upon his cheek, though this varied by day of the week, and he always wore nice and rather expensive-looking attire. Suits, for the most part.
As the man entered through the doors to the gas station, the jingle of the bell ringing throughout the store, Cassandra looked up and greeted him with her usual smile. "Hey, there! Nice to see you again tonight!" she chimed as she leaned over the counter and batted her eyelashes a little bit. She wasn't very good at flirting, and would consider herself quite shy, but she had been building up the courage for weeks to finally show the man her interest, and maybe even ask him out. She had never asked a man out before, and was incredibly nervous about it. With the package of Winston's already in her hand, she had already written her phone number on it. Now she just had to be smooth with it, but she was feeling like she might throw up, praying it didn't show on her face.
The man grabbed a Twix bar, and approached the counter. Cassandra's heart was beating incredibly fast as he approached, his eyes locked on to hers - and his gaze made her feel weak. His eyes were quite intense, but friendly, and his smile was welcoming. "Hey, Cassandra, is it?" he asked politely.
Cassandra smiled bashfully as she realized that he knew her name. Then she remembered that she was wearing a nametag, though her long hair was partly covering it up today.
"Yeah, that's my name.." she giggled a little too loudly, and then felt stupid for doing so. "I suppose you want the usual?"
"Yes, please." He smiled politely, and reached for his wallet. She handed the man his pack of smokes as well as his candy bar, after she had scanned them in and punched in the amount, ringing it up at the register.
"I.. Uhm.." Cassandra started, now too embarrassed to look him in the eye. "I wrote my number on there.. In case you want to call me." She had to fight with every fibre of her being to get the words out, and she braced herself for rejection, but there was something about this man that made her heart skip a beat and her blood run hot. It wasn't even about his good looks, or his style, it was something deeper. Something that was magnetic about him that made her want to get closer, to ask him out - to date him. "I.. I like you a lot.. And I think you're really handsome.. Would you.. Would you want to maybe go out sometime??" Cassandra held her breath as she finished the sentence. It was the most courage she had ever mustered in her life, and she was proud of herself for saying something so forward.
The man tilted his head to the side a little, and studied her face, either as if he was considering her proposal or as if he was truly seeing her for the first time. But Cassandra had not expected his response at all. "You like me a lot?" he said, his tone a mixture of confusion and amusement. "What do you know about me?"
Cassandra blinked several times. She realized that he might have misread her words somehow, but it was a bit hard for her to find the right ones to clarify herself. "Y-You seem like a nice person.." she stammered, "You come in every night, and you always have a friendly smile, and you are very polite.." Cassandra sighed, realizing that her rambling wasn't really helping, and it was starting to embarrass her. "It's just.. I don't know, I like you."
"Hmm.." he said, and looked thoughtful. "Thank you, I suppose." A smile crept across his face, and his eyes were friendly. "But alas, I know next to nothing about you. Tell me something about yourself." He put the smokes in his pocket as he leaned forward towards her a little. His eyes studied hers intently, like two moonstones in azure light.
Cassandra's heart fluttered at how close he was standing and the intensity of his gaze - she felt so embarrassed, and she didn't know what to say. "I.. I don't know what to say." She pouted. "I just told you how much I like you and that I want to ask you out, and now you ask me what my life is about?" She giggled a little, feeling awkward. She hadn't meant to laugh at his request. It was just that she had not expected this outcome, and had only mentally prepared for either a yes or a no.
The man said nothing. He just nodded. He looked thoughtful again, and after several seconds of silence, he said looked as if he just had a brilliant idea.
"Okay, if you don't want to tell me anything about yourself, then.. How about we kiss? To see if there's chemistry." The man looked amused, as if he had come up with a perfectly rational plan.
"What!?" Cassandra felt her eyes widen as she gawked at him in shock. Was this man seriously suggesting kissing her? "But.. We don't know anything about each other.." She instantly realized she sounded a lot like him, and smiled awkwardly as she took a step back from the counter, a bit fearful. She wasn't opposed to the idea - she was just very confused, and didn't quite know how to respond.
The man chuckled softly. "I agree. We do not know anything about each other. How can I take you on a date if I don't know if we have chemistry?"
