0 comments/ 15694 views/ 1 favorites The Late Shift By: BigTri I called to say that I was going to be late, very late. Work had piled up and there was no way it could be left until the following day. You being the kind and thoughtful person you were said that you would drop by with some food, as you knew I wouldn’t get anything to eat if you didn’t. I thanked you, and got back to work. Time moved on. The building emptied, the boss came into my office, and dropped the keys onto my desk, and left. The building got quiet, and dark as the sun set. I turned on the radio, and listened to some gentle rock as I continued with my work. The phone rang, and I nearly fell off my chair, my concentration was broken. I answered the phone, and your silky voice purred “Food wagon at your service Sir, would you please let me in?” “Of course I’ll let you in” I chuckled “Give me a minute and I’ll be there” I replaced the phone, and wandered through the darkened building to the door. I peered out, and saw you standing in the shadows, waiting to be let in. I opened the door, and beckoned you in. You kept to the shadows, which I though was a bit strange, but I didn’t comment, just being glad that you had been thoughtful enough to turn up with some food. I closed the door behind you, and led you toward my office. It’s light a beacon in the dark. I walked into the office, and held the door open for you. I gasped in surprise as I saw your outfit for the first time. I looked at you and exclaimed “Bloody hell, you look fucking fantastic, where did you get that incredibly sexy gear?” You looked me in the eye, and replied “Oh, it’s just a little something I knocked together tonight” “Well, whatever it is” I said “It makes you look sexier than I think I have ever seen you” “Why thank you kind sir” you said demurely. You placed the food on the floor, and walked slowly round the office, your hips swaying from side to side. I stared, taking in the vision of total loveliness that was here with me. Your golden hair hung straight to your shoulders, and your face was shining with delight as your watched me stare at you. You wore a simple black dress that clung to you in all the right places. I could feel my cock beginning to harden in my trousers. My eyes travelled down your body, seeing your breasts outlined, by the dress, the faint outline of your nipples as they began to stiffen as you stood there. You twirled round, to give me the full effect, I saw the dress flare out, and noticed the tops of your stockings, I was transfixed. You stopped your twirling, and walked over to me, your arms went round my neck, and your lips met mine in a long smouldering kiss, my arms, encircled your body, pulling you tight to me, my hands sliding down your back, and grasping your tight buttocks. You moaned into my mouth as my hands began to knead your bum, pulling you closer, and grinding my groin into yours. Our kiss became more urgent, and your hands slid down my back to grab my bum and give it a good squeeze. We stopped kissing, breaking apart for breath, our hands still exploring each other’s bums. You smiled at me and said “Surprise, I bet you weren’t expecting this when you called me to say you were going to be working late.” I looked at you with renewed love, and said “Babe, everything you do surprises me, and it’s fantastic, I love it” We kissed again, one of my hands slid in between us and began to gently caress your breasts, feeling the nipples harden and poke more visibly through the material of the dress. I turned you round, still with my mouth clamped on yours, and walked you over to the desk, your legs hitting the edge. You sat down, and wrapped your legs round me, keeping our bodies close together. I slid both hands down your legs, and then slowly slid them back up, this time inside your dress. I moaned at the same time as you, when my hands slid off the stockings onto your bare flesh, it was so fantastic. Smooth warm, pliant, and very sexy. I slid my hands further up, encountering your silk knickers, which were starting to cling to your sex as you got more and more excited. I moved my hands round, until they encountered the lack of material at the back, and my hands grazed your bare bum fondling gently. Our tongues were having a royal battle, fighting for supremacy, moving from mouth to mouth as we kissed hungrily. I pulled away, and turning from you grabbed my chair and sat down. I pulled the chair close to the desk, and pushed you backwards, my hands taking the opportunity to grope your fabulous breast, the nipples clearly visible to me. I stood up, and kissed each nipple through the material, seeing and feeling you jump as I kissed each one, as if you had just received a small electric shock. Sitting down again, I slip my hands back up your dress, and begin to rub your silk covered mound, hearing you moan as I gently rub all round your pussy. You lift your legs up, and put them on the chair, giving me an unhindered view up your dress. I stare intently at your tight black silk thong, seeing it get wetter as you get more excited. I lean forward, and breathing in deeply inhale your aroma. I begin to kiss you thighs, starting at the knee and working down, I move inexorably toward your waiting pussy, I feel your body shivering in expectation as I get closer. I’m an inch away from your wet pussy, your fragrance is driving me wild, but I control my desires, and begin to kiss the other thigh, again starting at the knee, my hands hold your hips, keeping you from sliding off the desk in your excitement. As I reach your pussy this time, I kiss it, through the silk, you moan and push your hips up at me, mashing the damp silk into my waiting mouth. I push my tongue out, tasting your juices, and sigh in pleasure at their sweetness. You are pushing your pussy hard into my tongue, and your silk thong is starting to slip inside your spreading lips. I kiss the newly exposed flesh, having the satisfaction of feeling you tense as a mini orgasm courses through your body. I slide my hands over your hips, and gently undo the ties that are holding your panties to you. I pull slowly, and draw my hands down, your thong slides off, almost as if it wanted too, I drop it in a damp heap on the floor, and begin to kiss you again. My tongue darts out, and gently licks your open lips, causing you to shudder, and lift your hips off the desk. I push you back down, and bury my head in your neat bush, as my tongue slides between your swollen pussy lips, tasting the sweet juices. I kiss, nibble and lick my way over the whole of your pussy. The slurping sounds get louder, as I slip my tongue into your waiting hole, as far as I can, licking as deep as possible, burying my face into your pussy. I push my tongue in and out as fast as I can, using it to fuck you. Your body begins to shake, and I pull my tongue out, and lick all round your slick pussy, my face covered in your tasty juices. I move my tongue, and gently circle your un-hooded clit, tantalising you, feeling your body tense as I get closer to it. Suddenly I suck your clit and the surrounding flesh into my mouth, and begin to flick my tongue over your sensitive and erect bud. Your body convulses as my tongue touches your clit for the first time, and your hands grab my head, pushing me harder into your groin. With your clit in my mouth, you grind your pussy lips against my chin, covering me with more of your juices. I lick and suck your clit, my hands holding you as still as they can, ensuring that in the throes of ecstasy, you stay on the desk. Your body arches, and you scream “That’s it babe, I’m cumming, its so good, don’t stop” I keep sucking, feeling my chin get wetter, your whole body convulses, I release your clit, and plant my mouth onto your open pussy, slipping my tongue back in, feeling your juices flow as your orgasm begins. My right hand moves, and I gently rub a finger over your clit. Your hips lift off the desk, and it’s all I can do to keep hold of you, somehow I manage to keep my tongue buried inside you, slurping and drinking all the juices that your orgasm are producing. You scream “I’m cumming, oh yeah, oh god I’m cumming so hard, don’t you dare fucking stop” As your body reaches the peak, my tongue plunges deeper into your welcoming hole, your juices are running down my face, as I try to drink them all in. I continue to gently lick and suck your pussy as your body regains its normal rhythm, your hands are still on my head, but now stroking gently and I hear you whisper “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that when I turned up with your food, looks like we both got a surprise” I lift my head from between your sopping thighs and look you in the eye, smile, and say “Don’t think it’s over yet babe, there’s plenty of time for more fun, what do you think we should do next?” You look at me your eyes shining, and say “Well it’s your office, I think you should choose.” I smile, and standing up I lean over you, and kiss you hard on the lips, allowing you to taste yourself as your tongue swirls round my open mouth. Your legs scissor round me, and pull my hard cock into contact with your well-oiled pussy, making my trousers damp at the crotch. I pull away, and look down at the damp patch, and look back at you saying “Look what you’ve done, aren’t you a naughty girl, I think you deserve a spanking for that” I sit down on the chair, and say “Get up, and bend over my lap, to receive your well deserved punishment” you stand up, and lie across my lap, your upper body dangling towards the floor, your bum high up in the air. I lift up your dress, exposing your gorgeous globes to my eyes. I squeeze each one gently, and then give them each a sharp slap, the noise sounds like it really hurts, but there is no power in it. You twitch slightly each time I gently slap your arse cheeks, and it’s not long before you are squirming around on my lap like an eel. Your bum has gone a light red colour, and I can hear small moans of pleasure escaping from your lips as I move the slaps round the whole of your bum. I stop the slapping, and begin to gently rub your bum, allowing each rub to start at the top and slide slowly to the top of your legs. I begin to rub my finger up and down the middle of your perfect bum, slowly spreading the cheeks, until I can see the tiny puckered entrance of your anus. I rub my fingers gently over it, and you moan a bit louder. I slip my fingers between your legs, and feel the dampness that is once again growing. I slip my fingers between your lips, lubricating them with your warm juice, you sigh in pleasure as I gently rub your clit, and begin to rise toward another orgasm as I continue to rub your special button. I slip my other hand between your legs, and proceed to slide a finger into your pussy, feeling the welcoming heat as it slips inside. Your moans increase as I slip my finger in and out, and add a second, all the while gently caressing your hard clit. I withdraw my fingers, hearing you sigh in disappointment as they slip out, but nothing else, as my other fingers are still playing clever games with your clit. I slip my fingers between the cheeks of your perfect arse, and begin to rub my, well lubricated, fingers over your anus, feeling you tense, and then relax as you begin to enjoy the sensation of your bum-hole being rubbed and fondled. As my fingers work there magic, you reach another orgasm, not as intense as the first, but still good, your arse cheeks clamp down on my fingers, and your legs close together tight as your whole body becomes rigid while you ride the waves of pleasure that course through you. As you relax, I continue to stroke your bum, but remove my finger from your now hyper-sensitive clit. “What’s next” I hear you whisper “I shall tell you” I say “stand up, if you can, and then after I have stood up, you need to kneel on the chair, facing the back, and take off the dress before you kneel down.” You stand up on wobbly legs, and pull the dress over your head, I gasp as your breasts come into view, unhindered by a bra, they stand out by themselves, with just a natural drop. I reach for them, and kiss each one, lingering on the nipples, feeling them harden as I suck them into my mouth and flick them with my tongue. I pull away, and direct you to the chair. You kneel down, your bum facing me, I can see you pussy lips pink and damp as I stare at your gorgeous body. I undo my trousers, and slide them to the floor, as I step out of them, you look over your shoulder at me, and moan as I pull down my boxer shorts, revealing my erect cock. I stand behind you, my cock gently rubbing against your bum as I slip a finger deep into your pussy, you push back, as I push deeper with my digit. I take my cock, and sliding it over your wet pussy, begin to cover it in juices from our earlier exploits. I place the head of my cock at the opening of your pussy, feeling you tense up as you feel its presence. I slowly slide it in, and you push back, accepting it. I grab the arms of the chair, and push you slowly away, the wheels roll smoothly, and my cock begins to slide out, just as it is about to fall out of you, I pull the chair toward me, plunging myself back into you, you gasp as the head of my cock nestles up against your cervix, causing your breathing to change, you begin to pant, as I slowly increase the tempo. My cock slides easily in and out of your pussy, as it plunges deep into you, my balls slap against you, making very strange sounds, as the tempo increases, I drive my hips into you, and feel you shudder at each stroke. My balls tighten, and I can’t hold it any longer “I’m cumming” I grunt, as I bury my cock deep into you, feeling jet after jet of spunk flowing into you. As I cum, your pussy clamps down on me as you have another orgasm, milking all my fluids from me. I collapse onto your back, kissing you all over, as our combined juices begin to seep out of you. I slip my semi-erect cock out, and sit on the edge of the desk, you stand up, cum dripping down your legs, and hug me. “Well babe” you say “I’ve got to go home now, we can continue this when you get home, don’t be too late.” You get dressed, and walk out of the building, leaving me with a limp cock, and a big grin on my face. The Late Shift Dear Reader, I recently read an excellent essay on women's rape fantasies by superstition. It made me wonder if I could write a story about rape – I had never written one, but I decided to give it a try. Reading it makes my juices flow and I hope it does the same for superstition. All feedback is appreciated – positive and negative. I have a great job with good money and it's play, not work. I work at a fitness center in a top of the line vacation resort that hosts big conventions. I'm 26 years old and my work keeps me in perfect shape – five foot six and 115 pounds with a taut belly and good legs. My last boyfriend described my figure as marvelous. He was probably just trying to get into my pants. And he did. There are over thirty of us gals and guys running the weight room, the tred room, the bike room, and conducting group and single exercise programs. We open early – you'd be surprised at the hour some folks want to get on a bicycle - and we close late. We work eight hour shifts and the only really bad duty is rotating to the late shift where we take turns walking through the entire facility to be sure nobody fell asleep on a couch or left any valuables. Then you turn out the lights. Just an extra half hour, like once a month. Tonight was my turn and it was routine right up to turning out the last light at the main entrance. I flipped the switch, headed for the exit in total darkness, and then it happened. A strong hand covered my mouth, another pinned my arms to my side, and two arms grabbed my legs and lifted me up. They were strong. Two guys at least. Carrying me someplace. Where? I couldn't tell until we got there. They laid me down on a thick padded mat. The martial arts room! The guy let go of my mouth and I screamed as loud as I could. My scream echoed in total blackness. I looked around frantically and saw not even a pinpoint of light. I screamed again and heard two soft masculine chuckles. I was in the center of the empty, well insulated, sports complex. No one would hear my screams. My tennis shoes and socks came off first. Then my sweater and shorts. Then panties and athletic bra. They stripped me down buck-naked, working together, in a matter of seconds. Then I felt hands on my breasts. Then a hoarse whisper. "I told you they were all hers! No damn silicone in these beauties." I couldn't recognize the voice. Then another whisper. A command! "Spread your legs, baby!" Again I could not recognize the voice – just a husky masculine voice. I kept my legs together until I felt a powerful hand grip my thigh just above the knee and squeeze so tight that the pain was unbearable. They were going to spread 'em for me if I didn't. I had no choice. I spread my legs for them, lifting my knees up with my feet on the floor. "That's a good girl." They talked in hoarse unrecognizable whispers. Two rough masculine hands began to stroke my inner thighs as two more played with my breasts. They were rough and strong but surprisingly gentle. Rubbing from time to time up on my belly and down my sides and around under my ass. They explored my entire body. "Jesus! She's got a great body. I knew it was gonna feel good." Then one guy stood up. I could hear him taking off his clothes. When he laid down beside me I felt a hairy chest against my arm and against my thigh I felt a hard cock. The other guy was standing now and getting undressed. Then he too laid down on the other side of me and I felt a second hard cock against my body. Four hands began to caress my body, fondle my breasts and stroke my inner thighs and occasionally my pussy. Then one hand examined my pussy, gently. "She's shaved nice and clean. Damn! I wish I could see her. Naked pussy really turns me on." I felt a mouth on my tit sucking my nipple erect. "Suck on that other nipple. See how big and hard it gets. We got one a piece – you suck on yours and leave this one to me." Hands kept stroking my belly and thighs, spending longer and longer periods of time on my pussy. Then the guy on my right put his hand on my pussy and gently worked a finger into me. He began to play with me and then I felt two, and then three fingers inside me. "The bitch is getting wet. Listen!" He moved his fingers rapidly in and out of me and I heard the wet squishy sound of my pussy. Bastards! I couldn't help it! They were gonna fuck me! I couldn't do a damn thing about it. And that damn pussy of mine was getting ready. Shit! "I think she's about ready to fuck now." I was laying there, helpless in total darkness. It would not be long now. "Who gets her first?" "Let's flip for her." "Flip hell! You can't see a coin in this dark place." "I'm holding my hand out over her belly. You slap it. If you hit my palm it's heads you win. If you slap the back of my hand it's tails and you lose." Shit! These bastards were flipping a coin to see who got to fuck me first. All I could do was lay there and wait. I heard the slap of one hand on another. Then a laugh. "You get sloppy seconds, buddy!" They changed position and I felt a guy crawl between my legs and start whispering commands. They were strong. I didn't want to get hurt. There was nothing I could do. I did what he told me to. "Spread your legs, baby. Spread 'em wide. Wider! That's it. Lift your knees up a little. A little more. That's better. You're gonna enjoy this once we get started. Now lift that pussy up for me." His arms moved under my legs, lifting me up, to make my pussy easily available. I felt the head of his dick touch my pussy. I was so dripping wet that he entered me easily. He dropped his chest down to my tits – no hair. The hairy guy was gonna get sloppy seconds. Then he settled down to a regular rhythm, fucking me slowly. The hairy guy knelt down by my shoulder, his genitals hanging inches from my face. That male smell transported me instantly back in time almost ten years. I was a cheerleader in high school. A bunch of us were walking by the boys' locker room one day after practice and a bin of dirty laundry was outside. On top of the heap were a dozen sweaty jock straps. One of the girls picked up a couple and held them up, giggling. Then one of the other girls moved close and smelled them. Silently, each of us did the same thing. That was the first time I smelled it - that pungent, sweet, musky smell of sweaty male genitals. That night I played with my pussy in bed, like a horny high school girl. There was that man-smell now, as the hairy guy played with my tits, his genitals swinging just inches from my face. Why was I getting these thoughts? I was getting raped! I should be fighting them off. Then that bastard raised up on his hands and started pumping me harder. He was gonna come! He was deep inside of me. I was completely surprised when my pussy began to contract again and again and I trembled as the delightful sensations of an orgasm swept through my entire body. I felt like a different person transported to a different place as I clenched my teeth and groaned. What the hell happened? "The bitch liked it. You should feel her pussy when she comes. Her pussy just grabbed my cock and squeezed it like a strong hand. Okay buddy, lets see if you're good enough to bring this bitch off. I got her nice and horny for you. Her pussy's so tight that sloppy seconds shouldn't be bad at all." They changed places and a hairy body took his place between my legs. I lay there helpless, as he guided his cock into me, and started to fuck me. God! That cock was a lot thicker than the first guy! The next thing I felt were his hands on my ass, lifting me up so he could plunge it in deeper. He began that same slow rhythm that his buddy had used and I felt his hairy chest against my tits. Another pair of hands moved down from my breast to my hips. "She's pumping her hips now. We got this bitch real horny. Can you feel her lift that pussy up to you?" "Yeah, She really wants it now. See baby, I told you you'd have fun. No need to hold back. Just pump your ass as much as you want and enjoy the fuck. Could be the best fuck you've had in months." I felt a deep sense of shame sweep over me. I was blushing crimson in the dark. They knew I'd had an orgasm and they knew I was working for a second one. I wasn't conscious of what I was doing, but somehow, I was pumping my ass in rhythm with the hairy guy's thrusts. It was like another me. Time seemed to stop as I lay there matching that hairy bastard thrust for thrust. My orgasm, when it came, was even more forceful and rewarding than my first. As I lay there panting from my efforts, the guys changed places again, wordlessly, and before I knew it the first guy was in the saddle pumping away. It took him longer this time and I rested for a little while before my hips, no longer in my control, began to answer each of his thrusts. My orgasm was just as good, but it came before his and he fucked me for several minutes before I felt his warm semen pump into my pussy. I rested again, knowing full well that the thick cock of the hairy guy would penetrate me next – and it did – but softly and gently and rhythmically. As before, I rested a bit, then, my hips joined his rhythm. Again I came several minutes before he did. He dismounted silently after he ejaculated. I rested, breathing heavily, and felt copious amounts of thick, slimy, semen drip out of my pussy, run down my ass, and trickle off on the mat. Suddenly I sat up. I was alone! No one was near! I crawled around searching for my clothes. They were nearby and when I dressed I began to find my way back to the entrance in the dark. At the entrance I turned the lights on and looked around. No one was there. I turned off the lights, walked outside into the cool night air, and sat down on a nearby bench to think. I'd been raped! By two guys. No question it was rape. The fact that I had four orgasms did not make it any less rape. I had struggled and screamed and had been overpowered. It was rape. My cell phone was in my pocket. Do I dial 911? The first question I asked myself was why I hadn't dialed 911 already? Maybe it was because I knew the drill. A friend of mine had been raped at another job, a couple of years ago. I remembered. The cops would seal off the building with yellow tape. They would take me to the hospital. I would be met by a female police officer. There would be a special doctor. The doctor would do a pelvic exam taking special samples and the officer would conduct a tape-recorded interview for over an hour, talking about what kind of sex I had had during the alleged rape and how many guys had fucked me in the past month and would they give DNA samples. They would not be allowed to sample DNA from every male working in the building – civil rights, you know (theirs not mine). Everyone would be interviewed and for weeks afterward all my male friends would look at me, and I would know they were wondering how much fun it would be to fuck me. Then in the end nobody would be arrested. Did I want to go through that? I thought about it carefully for a full half hour and then I decided I didn't. I wasn't hurt. I only had late duty once a month and I could get someone to stay with me when I did. I went home, took my birth control pill (I always took them at night) and added a sleeping pill and went to sleep. The next few weeks were routine. I had two friends with me on my next late night shift. Nothing happened. I got no special looks from anybody. The usual guys behaved like the usual guys. Finally, I quit looking at guys and wondering if they were the ones that had raped me. Then one day at lunch in the staff cafeteria I was sitting with two of my friends, JD and Willy, with whom I often had lunch. We taught some of the same exercise classes. We talked about things in general. Then somehow the subject of the late shift came up. "We've got a good deal here and if that's the only bad assignment we really can't complain," said Willy. "I've looked at other exercise jobs and you just can't beat this one," JD replied. "You're right," I said, thinking about, but not adding, except when you get raped. "Yeah, Willy is on tonight. I'll stay with him," said JD, "because we share an apartment so we drive back and forth together." There was a long pause, and then JD said, in a familiar husky whisper, "Would you like to stay with us tonight, honey?" A chill went up my spine. I looked down at his hairy arms, knowing he had a chest to match. It was far too late to report a rape and be credible. Anyway, I didn't want to now. Then I heard a strange, familiar voice. "I'd love to." Whose voice was that? It wasn't me! That chill went up my spine again as I thought – that must have been the other me! The Late Shift My career as a thief was short, but not without reward. I was in my first year at university when I took it up. I had realised too late that I did care about my grades, did well in my exams and ended up at a good university in a small pleasant city that I knew was a bit beneath me. So by the time summer came around, I was a tall, cocky get with a cynical take on life. I missed my old summer labouring job and the jinks that went with it, and I made up for it by sailing closer to the wind on nights out. I went to bed happy if the night had ended with a group of us getting chased by down the street by the coppers, air laced with a load of drunken abuse. I was also perilously short of money, because I'd always spent what I earned and I'd carried on spending at the same rate now I was earning nothing. So I took a job working evening shifts at the garage up the road. That was where I met Sian. I usually worked from five in the evening to eleven at night. The bloke who did the graveyard shift that ran from the end of mine to five in the morning was a bitter old drunk called Barry. When I started work, the manager, Michelle, told me almost straight away she thought he got through the nights by drinking booze off the shelves and sleeping. Michelle herself was in her late thirties, stroppy and hormonal. She wasn't too keen on herself and she was keen on taking it out on everyone else. Then there was a lad called Chris who I got on well with, a couple of girls so dense it was impossible to talk to them and Sian. She was a precocious eighteen year old, in the last year of college before going to university, and I knew as soon as I met her that she was brilliant. She was a good foot shorter than me, about five foot. She wore her hair in a perfect side parted bob that framed slightly stern grey blue eyes, raspberry red lips that only saw clear gloss, and a slightly jutting, argumentative chin. Her body was a set of tight, compact curves, from her slim shoulders to her full, beautiful breasts, to her nipped in wasp waist, her bum and hips and her lean legs. Our uniform was black, and she always came in wearing lycra tops in that colour that were modest in cut but made skin tight by the amazing swell of her boobs. Her throat and chest were warmly coloured and smooth, with a spray of soft freckles across the slopes of her breasts and the clean lines of her collar bones drawing your eye inwards and down. Her trousers were always plain black flares, but again the acute curves of her bum and hips meant it was difficult to look away from her sometimes. We were fascinated with each other, she with I because she was always thinking ahead and she wanted a sneak preview of how next year would go, when she started university. And also, because I was rebellious, and she was starting to realise that she was so smart she would inevitably be a rebel too. I with her because she was not in any way cynical. She was sure she had the answers. I didn't realise how much I'd started to think about her until one time when I was doing the Saturday shift. We were busy, and I should have been serving. Instead, I was gazing down an aisle to where Sian was stood on a stool, sliding some stock onto the top shelf. She was up on tip toe, all the muscles in her legs and bum tense, with her arms above her head as she reached up. Her top rode up, showing the warm skin of her lower back, the two dimples above her bum cheeks and finally the lace of her knickers. "Oi!" shouted Chris, trying to get through a queue of customers. "What's up with you?" He walked along the counter to where I was watching Sian. "Oh no." he said as she leant forwards. Her full breasts met the chilly bottles of wine on the shelf below and nudged them backwards slightly. Chris exhaled audibly. I was imagining cupping those breasts in my hands and feeling her nipples swell and push against her lacy bra. I imagined where my body would touch hers if I were to hold her against me, and how she would look when she came. I walked along the aisle to her, no idea what I would say, butterflies in my belly. Sian, having got the bottles she wanted, was frowning a bit and thinking how to get down. "Hey shorty - can I give you a lift?" I asked innocently. "Why, yes, that would be very kind, you lanky bugger." said Sian. She blew a strand of hair out of her face, as I slipped one arm around her waist, shivering as my bare skin touched hers. My other hand went behind her thighs, where I could feel her lean, warm flesh beneath her skin tight trousers. Helplessly, I stroked her lightly, feeling my dick jolt in my boxers as I did so. Sian turned to look at me, cooly sizing me up, as I lifted her and set her gently down on the ground. "OK?" I asked. "Perfect." she said. She ran he fingers through her hair and ruffled it a little. She was smiling slightly as her eyes drifted down to my waist. "You look like you need a break though." she said, her eyes sparkling. "Quick ten minutes in the office?" I asked, watching as two of her fingers lightly tugged at the top button on her blouse. My god, I wanted her. I imagined her fit, toned legs wrapped around me, my cock burning inside her as I fucked her to a shuddering climax. I started to look forward to each shift. Being in the same room as her fuelled my desire, which I knew was running out of control. It was around the same time that I realised I was in dire financial straits. All it took was a long Sunday shift, looking at the handfuls of twenty pound notes going through my hands, before I started to wonder if my employers might be able to help me out on that front. On a shift, we emptied the cash from the tills every hour, moving the cash to the locked office so that in case of a robbery, hopefully all that would go would be the small change in the tills. We totted up the cash in that went into the office as we did it, then at the end of the shift, added on the small change in the tills. Then, we'd run a receipt report off the tills, and hopefully the cash total and the total on the receipt report would match. If they didn't, Michelle would strop about the 57 pence difference the next time she was on. The system wasn't foolproof: fuel was charged for automatically, but for stuff that customers bought in the shop, you could enter the totals manually. What if, I thought, I rang through some stuff at below its actual price? And separated the difference in the till cash draw? We all manned our own tills on shift, so in all likelihood, no-one else would see. And then, what if I took the money through to the office like a normal cash round up? Our bags were in the office, and the security cameras were all aimed at making sure nothing could go astray out front, rather than in the back. I mulled this over for a couple of weeks. The shifts passed quickly or slowly depending on whether I was on with Sian or not. I spend so much time daydreaming about her, I barely stopped to try and work out whether the building feelings of need and lust were in any way returned. One day she came in with her hair slightly damp and back in a pony tail, jogging bottoms, vest and sports bra on and a little blush of colour in her cheeks. She was late. "Bugger bugger bugger!" she said, tiptoeing across the shop floor to the staff loos. She dropped her rucksack outside and disappeared. About thirty seconds passed. The door opened again and Sian poked her head out. Her hair was prettily mussed up now, and one bare shoulder peaked round the door too. "Oi buggerlugs!" she hissed. "Come and pass me my towel!" I walked over, unzipped her bag and passed the towel over. My cock was rock hard, as I tried to work out what clothes she still had on. "What've you been up to? " I asked, at a bit of a loss for words. "Jogging -- durrrh!" said Sian. There was a quick wriggle from behind the door. "It's the only chance I get on a weekend, but I got a bit carried away, see." Her tanned arm reached out, holding the architectural looking sports bra. "Sexy." I said. "Mmmmm, you should see the one I'm putting on now..." said Sian, softly. There was a pause, in which I could hear my own breathing and the noise of her underwear rustling against her skin. Her head popped out again, and she passed me her vest and joggers. She looked straight at me and then let her eyes fall to her own shoulder, letting me see the strap of her bra. "Right, have you done gawping?" she asked cheekily. She stepped out, fully dressed again, flicked me with the towel in the crotch and then walked coolly down the aisle. "Hi Michelle!" she called as she headed to the counter. At the same time, she slipped one thumb inside the waistband of her trousers and pulled it down just an inch, so only I could see. The night I fixed for my bit of thievery turned out to be a warm, sticky June evening. I was supposed to be sharing it with Unreliable Dave, which would have been great because... well, you can work that out yourself. I caught my breath when Sian walked in instead. Her hair was cut a little shorter and its natural wave was coming through. Her black shirt barely contained her full boobs and a deep, shadowed valley between her breasts showed where she'd left a button too many undone. I tried for a witty greeting but "Not Dave?" was all I could manage. My cock ached painfully as she ruffled her hair and looked mock puzzled. "No, Sian silly. You remember, gobby Welsh bird?" She pouted briefly. "Apparently the unreliable one was having a spot of man flu..." "In summer?" I smiled. "...In summer, so Michelle asked me to cover. Lucky you." she finished. We passed the shift in the usual ways, belching over the intercom at customers and playing dodgems on our swivel chairs when we were quiet. Every time we bumped together, our legs seem to end up tangled together, and every safe matey touch of each other's waist slipped down towards my bulging trousers or up towards her breasts. In between, I put my plan into action, carefully siphoning a modest amount of cash off each transaction to one compartment of the till drawer until by the time cashing up time was approaching, I had a nice little bundle of about £300 - not much, but enough to make the next couple of weeks a lot easier. Feeling a lot more nervous than I thought I would, I popped it into one of the containers for the safe. "Just sticking this through Sian." I said, waving the container at Sian and headed through to the office. I stepped inside and stopped for a moment, getting a quick rush of guilt. I pushed it away, walked over to my bag and unzipped it. At the same moment I heard the office door open. "Bloody hell, I knew you were up to something!" said Sian, sounding genuinely cross. "What the fuck are doing? Are you on the make?" She was across the room in a couple of steps. She was flushed and I could see that she was really angry. "I can't believe I looked up to you, you prick!" she shouted, and made a grab for the container. She was very quick, and had it out of my hands before I knew it. Without thinking, I was across the room behind her, and I made a grab of my own, my hands catching the container with my hard earned loot in it and coming back with it as Sian pulled it in to her chest. Suddenly my hands were against her tits, feeling her pert nipples push up against the lycra shirt. Still angry, her arse rammed against me as she tried to push away from me, my aching cock bumping once, twice against her bum before it slipped into the dip between her cheeks. Her movements slowed, and although her arms were still tense, her arse dipped and then pushed up against my cock, the tight black material of her trousers stretching a little as she moved. Her hands pulled back harder against her tits, and my fingers found the gap between two of the buttons and her warm flesh beneath. A little twist, and the button slipped though. I was close up behind her now, and I watched her shirt slip upwards and open, across her beautiful breasts. I caught her little sigh, as I undid the last the last button and eased the tight lycra shirt back, unveiling her breasts. She was wearing a small, halter necked bikini top underneath, rainbow striped and struggling to contain her boobs. My cock throbbed painfully and I knew that we just had to fuck. "I'm going to make you come so hard..." I said, feeling her rub herself against me. "Fuck you..." she murmured "You're not coming anywhere near me -- ahh!" And that sharp gasp came as I pushed my thigh forward between hers. At the same time, my hands were cupping her full breasts, rubbing the lycra of her bikini top against her tingling nipples. She broke away from me with a sigh and led me by the hand across the room to Michelle's desk. She peeled the black shirt off as she walked, lifting first off one shoulder, then the other, so I could see her tanned, smooth back, the bright ribbon of her bikini crossing it, and amazingly, the curve of her breasts showing beyond each of her flanks. Turning towards me, she hopped up on the desk and, grabbing my belt, pulled me in towards her. The buckle clinked as Sian pulled it undone, and I felt her reach inside my boxers and close her warm fingers around the base of my cock. I just had time to take in the sight in front of me - the deep valley between her breasts, her nipples pushing up the lycra of her tiny bikini, her flat belly and the tension in her upper arm -- before she jerked my cock sharply and painfully towards her. "Fuck!" I gasped. My hand shot to her shoulder, my other hand grabbed her arse. Sian jerked again, her lips slightly parted, her eyes almost closed. I squeezed her pert bum hard and pushed her back on the desk. Sian finally let the cash canister drop from her hand, where it rolled to the floor, spilling £20 notes. She had her shoulders back, her back arched and her boobs pushed skywards. I was about five seconds from coming, and I needed her to catch up. I let go her shoulder, reached right and grabbed the top of the chest freezer that held stock ready for the freezer on the shop floor, I lifted the lid and grabbed an ice pop, tearing the wrapper open with my teeth. Sian realised what I had in store for her. "Noooo...", she murmured, shaking her head, but her hips bucked upwards against me at the same time. I let the freezing cold rod fall against her breast; Sian writhed and the ice pop, melting rapidly against her hot skin, slid down across the lycra of her bikini top, bumping over her nipple. I drew the ice pop down across her belly, enjoying the feeling of her breathing becoming shorter and the rhythmic rubbing of her inner thighs against mine. Roughly, I undid her trousers and yanked them down a few inches, so I could see her bikini bottoms and the smooth tanned flesh of her thigh pushing up against me. "Oh you fucking... slag!" she gasped, as the ice pop reached her thigh. Slowly, slowly, I pulled it over to where I knew her hot, wet cunt waited, and gently let it drop into the dip between her lips. I touched the lycra with my finger; it was soaking with her juices. She bit her lip, then squealed with pleasure as I lifted her knickers aside and let the ice pop touch her. Sian squirmed and ground her pelvis against me. Both of her hands were around my dick now, one grasping it firmly at the base, the other one running lightly up and down the shaft. Her dark eyes were fixed on my as she pulled my boxers down so that she could see the whole length of my cock. I let my eyes run over her body, taking in her slim shoulders, the ribbon of her halter neck lifted clear of her chest by the swell of her fantastic tits. I could see sweat starting to bead in the valley between them, and I could feel myself getting hotter too, as the two of us sunk in further together towards an explosive, shared climax. I saw her tiny wasp waist and her flat belly, her muscles tensing rhythmically to push her clit against the ice pop that I was fucking her with. I saw her lean thighs wrapped around me and finally, my grotesque, swollen cock, dark against her lightly tanned body. I struggled to control myself as her sweet, clever hands rubbed my cock where it was most sensitive, on the top of the swollen tip and the underside of the shaft. She sighed with each breath now, in anticipation of what was about to happen. "Sian..." I whispered. She dragged her eyes up from my dick. "Mmmmmm...?" she sighed. "It's time you had me inside you. It's time you came." She gave a little gasp at the thought of it and with both her hands, started to press my cock down towards her smooth inner thighs, wet with the melted ice pop and the sticky juices dripping from her cunt. She eased her body against me, letting the bulging tip of my cock push the sopping wet lycra into her. I felt the fabric stretch so that I was half an inch, then an inch inside her. My cock throbbed furiously -- the pressure in the tip was immense. And then she pushed me gently back. My thigh slammed forward against the desk as I tried to get against her again, but she still had one hand closed around my dick and if I moved any further, I knew she'd make me come outside of her. And I needed to be deep inside her when I came, so I stopped. Slowly, Sian eased herself forwards again, letting her lips part over the tip of my cock, the rough lycra heightening the sensation for both of us. A ragged sigh escaped her lips as she pulled back again. She placed one hand on my chest to calm me down a little, though her other hand was still expertly tugging at my cock, keeping me just a second away from coming. She twisted her lean upper body away from me for a minute, grabbing a big, heavy bottle of champagne off the stock shelf beside the desk. Sian tore the gold foil wrapper off with her teeth and then gave the neck of the bottle a couple of shakes, so that I could see the cork slipping upwards under the pressure. It let go with a loud bang that made us both jump, Sian yanking my dick extra hard. The frothing liquid gushed across her tits, soaking her bikini top as she eased the neck of the bottle back between her breasts. I could see her hard little nipples pushing up the lycra, begging to be sucked. She swigged carelessly from the bottle, the foam spilling from her mouth, down her throat and over her bare shoulders. Her dark eyes, with their wide pupils fixed on mine, invited me to imagine what it would feel like if her lips were circling my dick. But I couldn't take any more. My right hand ran up her thigh and along her flank to her breast, fingers stroking her as they climbed up to her nipple. I flicked it hard. Sian yelped, the sweetest smile on her lips. Her whole body jumped backwards and suddenly her smooth inner thigh was against the side of my body; then her ankle was against the back of my leg, pulling me in against her. Her hand was no longer teasing my dick, but guiding me into her. The head of my cock pushed against her hot, slick flesh, parting her lips slowly. Sian gasped, pulling back for an instant, but then pressing up against me, forcing me further in. She was tight, so that I could feel the instant the head of my dick was inside her. Her breath was coming quickly now, as the rubbed herself up and down on me, just using the tip of my cock to fuck herself closer to that huge orgasm. But I wanted her to feel the whole length of me, so I let me hand trace the concave curve of her back down to her bum, where I slipped my fingers into her tight bikini bottoms and squeezed her hard. Sian cried out, as another two inches of my cock slipped inside her. Back in control, I pushed the rest of my dick slowly inside her, until her burning hot lips were around the base. Her breath was coming in quick, short gasps now. Just as slowly, I pulled myself back, watching the desperation grow on her face.