It all started when the store manager and I were closing one night. Everyone else left when the store closed, and two people always remained to count down all the tills. It was Christmas season in retail-land - Christmas was just two days away, in fact - so I was wearing a short, tight red dress. It was very festive and sexy, if I do say so myself. As Jason was counting down the vault, I hopped up onto the counter and kind of curled up on one elbow. From my cat's-eye view I could see through the metal gate and out into the darkened mall. Despite being so close to Christmas, the mall was eerie and deserted at that late hour. I always said it was stupid to stay open til midnight, but anyway, I'm getting off track.
Being my boss, Jason had always tried to keep things professional. Ish. We flirted all the time, but it was very subtle. You know - plausible deniability. Anyway, on this particular evening, he was a little more forward.
He stood up from the safe under the counter, looked me over, and said, "Abby, you look good enough to eat in that dress."
The way he said it nearly made my clothes fall off. If it had been too wolfish, or too needy, or anything other than the way he said it, I literally would have laughed at him. I didn't laugh, though. My nipples got hard, and I felt a thrill in my tummy. I got bold.
"Well, then eat me..." I suggested, letting my knees drift apart just a tiny bit.
He leaned on the counter, inches from my face, and said, "You know I can't do that. Being the boss and all..." He grinned, and I figured this was just going to be another teasing flirtation after all, but then he continued, "However, I know something you don't. I'm being transferred. In two weeks I won't be your boss anymore. If you can hold out, I'd be happy to oblige."
"Are you serious??" I blurted! "You're leaving, and you didn't tell us!?" Jason was the best boss I'd ever had, besides being hot, and I felt a wave of sadness. And hurt, too. "Why didn't you say anything??"
He got serious then, too. "I didn't say anything for a couple of reasons. Number one, I just found out for sure myself. And number two, I wanted to wait til after Christmas. I didn't want to stir things up."
We talked about the details, like where he was going (waaaaay too far away!) and when he was leaving (about three weeks). He would have one free week to pack up and move.
Finally I asked straight out, "Were you serious?? I mean, about, you know, eating me?" I giggled nervously, shocked at myself for asking. "Because I'd like to, um, get together before you leave..."
I should explain, Jason was probably 35, and my 19-year-old self had had a huge crush on him since the day he started. He was hot, he was sweet, he was infinitely cool and capable, and I just adored him! He was old enough to be an older man, without being so old he was crusty. And before we locked up that night, he had arranged to pick me up the day after he was finished at our store. He had to pack during the day, but he could spend the evenings with me.
Christmas came and went. Jason's last day at work came and went, too, and as he handed off his keys to Debbie, the assistant manager, he winked at me and said, "See ya tomorrow night!" I could tell by Debbie's grin and raised eyebrows that she'd want to hear more later. I didn't know what I'd tell her.
Jason picked me up right on time, which meant I wasn't quite ready yet. I don't do it on purpose, but still. I went into the bathroom to finish my makeup while Jason was left to deal with my sullen Dad and obnoxious little sister. When I finished, I zipped out, grabbed Jason's hand and called goodnight to the fam before I had to hear any of Dad's comments about my short dress or Jason's age.
"Sorry!" I said as we climbed into his car. "I hope I rescued you in time!"
He pulled out and the flow of traffic before he answered, "Charming family. Your sister's a cutie, but I think your Dad wanted to cut off my balls." He chuckled dryly.
"Yeah, Daddy hates everyone I date. And Mattie loves everyone I date," I laughed. "Anyway," I promised, "I'll make it up to ya for leaving you stranded."
He surprised me by unbuttoning his 501s as he drove, and pulling his half-hard cock out. He reached over and starting pulling me down toward him as he said, "You can start making it up to me right now! I've been waiting for this!"
I wriggled out of his grip and sat up in the seat, panting. "Jason!! What are you doing??!"
"Whatta you mean?" He looked annoyed and confused. "I... I thought that's what we were here for?!"
"Well, yeaahhhh," I demurred, "but, I don't, ummm... I-I-I don't give head. I don't like it!" I blurted, shaking my head. "I'm sorry. I don't do that!"
I couldn't read the look on his face, but he seemed to relent. "Okay, if you say so."
"Sorry! I'll make it up to you, I promise. You'll have fun, I swear!"
That seemed to break the awkwardness of the moment, and he laughed again. "Yeah, okay. Wait til we get to my place, and we'll have fun, for sure."
The evening turned out to be quite a blur! An intense fuck-fest of a blur!
When we got to his place, we sat in the living room for a little while, drinking a couple beers and making out. At last, he stood up and held out a hand, helping me up from the couch. As we passed the kitchen, he nodded toward the doorway and we ducked inside. He took a couple more beers from the fridge, sat them on the counter, and surprised me by lifting me bodily up onto the counter, too! Quick as a flash, he knelt down and stripped off my panties.
"Oh wow!! Baddass!" he murmured, and I knew he was admiring the tattoo of a moon and shooting star that adorns my waxed pussy. "That's fucking awesome!" he said as he started tasting me. I spread my legs wide and put my feet up on his shoulders, and he had me at a perfect angle. He tonguefucked me, and licked me, and sucked on my hard little clit! He ate me sooooo good, I orgasmed in no time!
Lifting me down to the floor again, he quipped, "I was right. You are good enough to eat!"
We stripped as we headed for the bedroom, the last two beers untouched. He laid back, naked and hard, and his big beautiful cock was everything I had hoped for! The glimpse I'd caught in the car only hinted at its smooth length. I was already soaked from the tongue-lashing I'd just gotten, so he slid in easily as I climbed atop him. I rocked and thrust my hips, riding him and grinding him hungrily. If I angled my pelvis just right, the full length of him rubbed my clit as I thrust down, and his shaft deep inside me massaged the soft walls of my pussy as I lifted back up. It was fucking heavenly! I rode him until I came hard, and then I lay against his chest, catching my breath.
He let me rest for a minute, and then he rolled me off him. I've heard the term, "manhandled," but I had never experienced it before! He got up, lifted me into a doggystyle position at the edge of the bed, and then stepped up behind me, between my legs. He grabbed my hips and moved me around into just the position he wanted, and then he drove that long, beautiful cock into me again! He fucked and pounded me hard and fast. At one point he reached up and pushed my head and shoulders down, then hiked my ass up higher, so I just laid with my face against the cool sheet and let him do what he would. Everything was a pleasurable blur at this point. He squeezed and swatted my ass, grabbed my hips and held me tight while he pounded, and at other times went nice and slow, almost teasing, in a fluid, rocking motion. At last I felt him build to a climax, and he roared as he came, filling my pussy with a hot flood! I could feel our wetness oozing down my thighs as he peaked.
But he wasn't finished.
In one swift motion, I felt him pull out, and then I immediately felt his mouth! His hands spread my legs a little wider, and he ate me like he was starving! Hungry slurps and licks covered my pussy and inner thighs. I was wet and messy, and he was licking it all up! Suddenly I jumped as I felt him spread my cheeks and his tongue started exploring my crack, too. I'd never had anyone do that, and I involuntary pulled away, grunting dissent. It felt too weird, somehow -- embarrassing, invasive, shameful, and erotic all at once.
"No, Jason!" I whimpered.
