0 comments/ 26485 views/ 6 favorites Third Shift By: darrion I lazily watched as a customer finished filling up their car with gas. The bright lights in the parking lot made it seem as though there was nothing beyond their reach, just the little convenience store that I worked at and then an endless void. I had taken this job to help pay for my schooling and my boss did not mind my doing coursework, so long as I took care of my other responsibilities. Working third shift at a convenience store actually carried very few tasks once the coolers were stocked and the floor swept that left me with close to seven hours to kill. Of that time I probably had customers occupy one of the hours, the rest was mine to do with as I wished. I glanced down at my laptop screen and wondered how much longer the compilation would take. As I blew at the steam rising from my cup of coffee, the customer outside finished filling their car and replaced the nozzle. Since they had opted to pay with plastic at the pump, I knew they would not be coming in, which they didn’t. Their taillights quickly disappeared once they left the parking lot and I turned my full attention back to my laptop. The compilation had finished. I leaned back in my chair, luxuriating in the taste of fresh coffee. As I gazed out the window, another car pulled into the lot and drove up to one of the spots near the door. The person got out and walked to the door, I watched carefully as it was not too often that a sober attractive lady came to the store at these hours. She was about five foot four or so and I guessed that she weighed around a hundred thirty pounds. She had long dark hair, I could not tell what color it was but made a note to notice once she entered. She was wearing white slacks and a white blouse with a nametag attached around her neck. It always struck me as odd how I had grown up with the idea of nurses wearing short skirts, tight blouses and garters, yet I had never encountered one who actually did. I guessed that she worked at the hospital right down the street. The doorbell chimed its annoying noise as she entered and paused. She looked around for a moment, which gave me the opportunity to note that her hair was auburn, almost red. She had large doe-like eyes that were a very undoe-like blue. Her nose turned up slightly at the tip, just above her soft upper lip. Her lips were full and parted slightly as she glanced around the interior of the store. She was too far away for me to read her name and I decided that it would probably be a bad idea for me to try. Her nametag had come to rest between two large and perfectly shaped breasts that pushed out against her blouse in proud defiance of clothing. I thought that if I looked hard enough I’d probably be able to make out the outline of her nipples, but as I was opposed to be cussed out decided against that. I continued to watch her closely, yet as unobviously as I could, until her eyes focused on me as though she had not noticed me before. “Coffee?” she asked hesitantly, her voice was soft with a hint of a southern accent. “No thanks, I’ve got some.” I said in my usually smart ass way as I lifted my cup in a toast towards her. Her eyes narrowed and her brow furrowed as she stared at me. It was almost funny, but in her confusion as she stared at me, I had an instant hard on in my jeans. There was something about those eyes and lips that my cock wanted to get to know much better. “Sorry, weak attempt at a joke.” I told her to help her out, “Coffee’s right over there.” I pointed her towards where the coffee machines were. “Thank you.” She said with a soft smile, realizing that I was not actually mocking her, I was just some kind of harmless smart aleck. I stood up as she moved in her desired direction. Having seen from the waist up, I was curious what the rest of her was like. And besides, she was probably going to be the only interesting customer all night, perhaps for the next month even. Moving towards the counter, I let my eyes drift down her back, her waist curved inward like an hourglass, though the loose fitting blouse managing to hide some of her femininity. I could see her butt pressing against her slacks, and while it was not quite as impressive as her breasts were, it was still not bad. Just below the edge of her blouse, the white slacks revealed the sharp panty line and I instantly wondered what color they were. They were bikini style, which for some reason I had always found wonderful. Many guys went for thongs on women, but I had always preferred the look of the classic bikini style panties. The ones that hid most of their ass, but revealed almost all of their leg up to the hip, sometimes when they walked, they would shift so that the hint of a tan line became visible. As my eyes continued down, I quickly decided that her legs rivaled her breasts in both quality and quantity. “Oh good its fresh.” She said as she started pouring a cup and I was snapped out of my reverie. “Oh, yes ma’am, I drink too much of it for the stuff to get old.” I told her. She placed the cup on the counter and started to open one of those little containers of half and half. “Most stores like this seem to have week old coffee this time of night.” She said smiling at me as she slowly stirred the liquid. When finished, she put the plastic stirrer in the trash and moved her cup over to the front counter by the cash register. With her directly across from me, I desperately wanted to glance down between her breasts and try to read her name, however, I could not tear my eyes away from hers. There was something about their blueness; on one hand they reminded me of a picturesque Caribbean lagoon. Yet, that did not seem right. They were lacking the tranquility of the locale; rather they almost seemed to burn with a devil-may-care sexuality that was held in check just below the surface. Her eyes exuded a feminine sexuality that I had never seen before and have never encountered since. “Are you getting ready to hit on me?” she asked with a smirk of her own, as she tasted the coffee for the first time. “I can’t think of anything to say that you haven’t heard a thousand times before.” I managed with a weak smile of my own, wondering where my smart aleck had gone when I most needed him. “That’s too bad.” She said with raised eyebrows, “how much for the coffee?” ”Its on the house, ma’am.” I replied knowing that I had missed a golden opportunity but not wanting to be a sore loser. “Thank you.” She said with a smile and turned away. Her long hair floated behind her as she spun on her heel, finally coming to rest haphazardly over her right shoulder. The stupid doorbell chimed again and I continued to stare until her taillights where just memories. Snapping back to reality, I banged my forehead on the top of the counter and decided to go re-stock the drinks again. It was the closest I was going to get to a cold shower for quite some time. ------------ My semester continued to drag on and each night as I arrived at work, I wondered if this would be the night that the mystery lady would return from the abyss beyond the parking lot lights. But, she never did, until one night. The doorbell chimed, startling me out of the staring competition I was having with my laptop’s screen. I looked over to the door and saw her standing there. She was wearing her nurse’s uniform again, except this time there were light colored floral patterns all over it. Her long hair was pulled back in a ponytail and her white sneakers squeaked oddly on the floor. “Coffee?” she asked raising her eyebrows, her full lips curling in a soft smile. “Yes ma’am, that’d be nice.” I returned with a smile of my own handing my half full cup to her over the counter. She looked at the cup quizzically for a moment then laughed as she took the cup from my hand. “I see the smart aleck has returned.” She told me over her shoulder as she went to the coffee machine. “I see that the dream nurse has returned.” I replied with the first thought that came to me. She laughed where she was and glanced at me over the top of the coffee machines. “I thought you were going to come up with something I hadn’t heard before.” She said in a playfully mocking voice. “Well, I thought you’d be back more often than you have been.” I returned in a playfully accusing voice. “A little possessive aren’t you?” she asked me returning my cup to me as she sat hers down on the counter. “Yup, I was afraid you had found some better coffee.” I told her smiling. “Actually, yes I did.” She told me with a sideways glance and a taunting smirk, “but it was over in France. I took sometime off and went on the trip I’ve always wanted to.” “I bet that was nice.” I told her trying to sound conversational as my eyes took in her breasts on profile. “Damn, there’s no cream out here.” She said as she searched through the little trays on the coffee counter. “Sorry, we ran out about a day ago, we’ve got some milk though, hold on.” I went back to the color and grabbed a little container of milk and opened it up for her. “Thank you.” She said mixing it into her coffee, “but it’s not quite the same.” “No its not, sorry ‘bout that.” She brought her cup up to the front counter as I spoke and sat it down next to the cash register. “Still no fresh pick-up line, I’m disappointed.” She told me smiling. “Nope, just some sleazy come-ons, ma’am.” I told her honestly. She laughed at the statement. “You could start by finding out my name, you know.” She recommended, I was briefly taken aback as I suddenly realized that she was actually interested in me. “I could,” I began feeling braver, “but I’m waiting for an opportunity to stare at your breasts while seeming like I am reading you nametag.” She leaned forward, resting her chin on one hand looking at me closely. “That was original.” She told me as her other hand brought her nametag up by her chin. Her lips were now dancing with the same devil-may-care sexuality that her eyes tried so hard to conceal. Her smile was almost a warning as I glanced down towards the nametag. As I did so, I understood the challenge perfectly well. Leaning forward as she was, her loose fitting blouse had dropped open quite a ways as a result of her breasts. She was leaning her head on one hand and holding her nametag slightly to the side of her chin. Her two hands formed a frame, between which I felt myself becoming lost in her cleavage. The creamy whiteness of her breasts was barely visible above the edge of a dark blue demi-bra. My imagination told me that I could see the dark pink color of her areoles just above the bra, but I was not certain I could trust my imagination. As she leaned forward, she seemed to press her arms together pushing her breasts farther up her blouse. “Its over here, big boy.” She said smirking as she waved her nametag drawing my attention away from her tits. “Oh yes, so it is.” I smiled and read the name aloud, “Raylene. That’s a nice bra, uh, I mean name.” I finished forcing my eyes back up to hers. “Yes it is.” She said matter-of-factly and I wondered which statement she was referring to. Her eyes told me to take it however I wanted. She released the nametag and it quickly fell back into its place between her breasts as she straightened up. “Very nice nametag.” I told her. She leaned forward once again and with a broad smile quickly glanced down at my jeans. I fidgeted slightly, feeling her eyes touching the outline of my throbbing cock that could not be hidden by the jeans. “Yes, well you seem to like it.” She told me straightening back up again. “See ya tomorrow.” She said as she placed a dollar on the counter and took her cup away with her. - Raylene arrived at the same time the next night. I had been sitting and waiting wondering if she would. I watched as she walked into the store. Her nurse’s uniform was mysteriously gone along with the nametag that had served as such a useful distraction the previous night. She was wearing a pair of black jeans, that while they hugged her hips and legs nicely, they were not tight fitting. An equally loose fitting white t-shirt covered her large breasts. The cotton of the shirt was almost thin enough to see through, but not quite. Instead, it provided many outlines, including the line of another demi bra that must have been white since the color was not showing through and the clear outline of her nipples just above the edge of the bra. The dark coloration of her large nipples, however, was visible through the shirt and, being more naïve than I realized, I could not help but wonder if she realized that or not. She paused once inside the store and seemed to glance around as though she was looking for something before smiling at me and moving towards the coffee counter. “Casual day at work?” I asked nonchalantly as I moved closer to where she was starting to pour her coffee. “I don’t know, I’m off tonight.” She smiled at me. “Must be nice.” I told her whimsically. “Yes, it is.” She replied and after glancing around again looked over at me, “Still no cream?” “Uh, no, probably tomorrow though. Hold on, I’ll go get some milk for you.” I offered and began to go back to the coolers. “Don’t bother, the milk isn’t quite the same.” She said and I turned back around to face her again. There was a strange twinkle to her eyes on that night. One that seemed as though she was deciding on something, or had already decided and wondered if she would actually do it. “You’re sure there’s none hidden back there?” she asked as she leaned forward and looked around briefly behind the counter. “I’m sure, besides the only thing I could offer you back here, I don’t think you’d want.” I told her without thinking then wondered exactly why I had said it. “Oh really? Try me.” She said raising her eyebrows again and looking straight at me quizzically. I smiled my own devil-may-care grin and made motions as though I was going to unbutton my jeans. I expected her to be taken aback or to laughingly stop me, but she didn’t. Instead her eyes had just followed my hands and were now gazing at the pulsing hard on that was within my jeans. After a moment or two, her eyes floated back up to mine and she frowned slightly. “Yes?” she asked, I assumed that she was calling my bluff, or making an even larger bluff of her own. I blushed deeply, feeling my ears burn, as my fingers seemed to involuntarily pop the button loose on my jeans. “I was expecting you to stop me.” I told her honestly. “Well, I was looking forward to watching.” She replied with a sultry smile as the tip of her tongue jutted out between her lips. I decided that an opportunity like that would probably never come by again and with a smile I unzipped my jeans. My cock was already straining to get out as I fumbled with my boxers and eventually pulled the throbbing thing out of them. It pulsed slowly in my hand, the tip already glistening with precum. Raylene smiled and moved around behind the counter where I was and just stared at it for a few seconds. “Pull your balls out.” She told me and I did what she said, pulling my balls out through the slit in the boxers so that they hung out in the open. She reached forward with one hand. My whole body shuddered as her nails lightly scratched against my balls; she rolled her fingers around them slowly as though she were measuring them. “I think that would complement the coffee wonderfully.” She told me decisively as her fingers slipped away; she let her nails hesitate for just a moment. I began to slowly stroke the length of my cock, feeling a bit awkward and not entirely certain how to proceed. She, too, seemed somewhat hesitant for a moment, her eyes locked on my hand as it slowly slid up and down the full length. Her eyes followed as the back of my hand hit against my balls and then a few moments later, the head of my cock slowly disappeared within my grip. Her tongue darted out as she licked her suddenly dry lips. I could tell that her nipples were now fully erect and realizing that she was getting off by watching me stroke my cock gave me a strange feeling of desirability. “Stroke it faster.” She told me almost in a whisper, her voice seeming to come from far away. I smiled and did as she told me, my hand moving slightly faster up and down. “Come on, jerk your cock for me.” She told me, her voice closer and more demanding. I increased my pace, my hand now audibly slapping against my balls with each down stroke, precum beginning to shine brightly on the tip of my cock as some of it dripped off. Raylene knelt down in front of me, bringing her coffee cup off the counter with her and holding it out just beneath the head of my cock. I watched as a drop of precum slipped into the dark liquid within the cup. Her eyes, too, seem to follow it into the coffee. She smiled and looked up at me then back down at my cock as I stroked it. “That’s good, keep stroking your cock fast and hard like that.” I wanted to say something in reply, but all I could do was moan and groan. Having her watching me and being involved to the point of telling me what she wanted was making me more aroused than I had been before. “Slow down.” She told me after some more precum was squeezed into her coffee cup, “I don’t want the cream just yet.” I forced my hand to slow down, my body screaming at me not to do it, my balls aching for a quick release. “Just stroke the head of it.” She told me and I watched as my hand obediently followed her commands. The sensitive head of my cock was enveloped within my hand as I slowly worked over the ridge. My stomach quivered and my body shook as I rubbed the head the way she had asked. “Oh, you wanna cum, don’t you?” she asked me teasingly as her eyes riveted on the quivering of my stomach. “Yes I do.” Was all I could manage between shallow gasps for air. “But, your going to do what I tell you to, right?” she asked me. “Yes, ma’am.” I managed through clenched teeth. “Give me ten quick hard strokes.” She said and my hand quickly responded. My balls slapped loudly against the edge of my hand ten times, then my hand came to rest holding the middle of my shaft. My cock throbbed and pulsed, more pre cum dripping into her coffee. “Now I want slow strokes.” She told me and I began to slowly stroke my cock. “No, full strokes.” She told me correcting what she saw. My hand went from the base of my cock until the head disappeared in agonizingly slow movements. “That’s good, nice and slow like that.” She told me with a smile, I moaned in reply feeling my balls tightening desperately. She reached out with her free hand and felt my balls again. “That’s nice, your going to cum for me soon, aren’t you?” “I hope so.” I replied feeling my cock beginning to swell in my hand. “You just keep those nice slow strokes going, I like that.” She said with a smile, her fingertip leaving my balls and rubbing against the head of my cock, sliding over the slippery tip easily. That touch sent me over the edge. She felt my cock throb against her fingertip and knew that it was time. “Hold it back as long as you can, give me a nice thick load of cream for my coffee.” She said removing her finger from my cock and holding the cup up closer to the head. I managed to last for three more strokes before a loud yell ripped from my chest and cum shot from my cock. Raylene flinched in surprise as the first spurt shot over her cup and made a long thick string from the cup’s edge to her left check where it hit with a wet sound. After her initial surprise she smiled and readjusted the cup, however, the second shot went over the cup as well. It did not quite have the strength to hit her face, instead it spiraled down to make an odd looking white S on the thigh of her black jeans. Raylene had begun laughing at her attempts to get me to shoot into the cup, her laughter made it harder for her to hold the cup steady as my moans continued to rack through my body. My cum slowly began dropping into the dark liquid with thick splashes, though she was still not managing to catch it all. My whole body shivered as I gave my cock one last slow stroke, both of her thighs had odd white shapes standing out against the black jeans, the thick cum on her cheek was beginning to slip down past her jaw line and drip onto her shirt. She brought the cup to her lips and took a long slow gulp of her coffee. The cup moved away and I watched as a thick string of white cum clung between her lips and the edge of the cup. Her tongue darted out and corralled it into her mouth. Third-Shift * * * * * Click Here to listen. (14 min/RealMedia) You need Real Player to listen to this file. * * * * * I usually stayed quiet when working on my copying machine. I enter into a serene and Zen state of mind as I systematically placed one bundle of paper after another onto the machine's loading tray. My fellow coworker, Mike, often spent the night gabbing away with the third shift manager, John, about irreverent topics; from the paranormal to which lead singer in a rock band is most likely to overdose on cocaine. Granted, I did get along with them, I only despised their constant bickering. I liked things better when Mike was not yet an employee of the company. There was only John and me, and over 10,000 copies of confidential law firm documents to be made. I was still quiet even when I worked alone with him. I am a quiet person by nature; however, John always did or said little things to make me laugh. I've often thought he did these little gestures to acknowledge that the third shift life can be rather miserable, but a simple smile can make it fun. When I first started working at this company, my first impression of John was that he was a sweet guy, but he hated the world because he often found himself "screwed over" by someone or something. I admit I felt sorry for him. No one should ever walk around with that much misery. My ultimate conclusion was that he needed to be loved, or felt like he was loved. I recall him telling me about his unsuccessful attempt of finding someone to date. I saw the pain in his eyes as I listened to his tale of constant rejections. I wish I could've given him a hug. His last words were, "I'm a nice guy, and girls don't date a nice guy." I immediately thought that wasn't true, but it didn't matter because he believed it. By listening to John's method of approaching women, I can understand why he was often rejected. He is attractive, in a Marc Anthony sort of way. He comes from a long line of Polish ancestry. He's tall, and terribly skinny, which probably comes from is excessive use of cigarettes. He often slicks back his short brown hair which tends to make him look like a Nazi regime officer. His facial features resemble that of an innocent boy, but you always have the impression of a man. He has large brown eyes that he hides behind prescriptive glasses, an average size nose, and tiny flushed lips. However, when he smiles, he releases his secret weapon. He flashes of pair of perfectly straightened teeth that are immediately accompanied by two irresistible dimples. But besides having these great qualities, it's his personality that eventually destroys his chances. He absolutely massacres the term, "make a good impression." Within the first week of meeting John, I learned he had been at this dead end job for nine years; which is amazing since he was only 28. One would think he would've obtained a college degree by now. He also lives in an apartment with his mother. There are no words to describe how disturbing that sounds. He constantly makes conversation regarding the end of the world in year 2012. God knows I'm sick and tired of hearing about Doomsday. He dresses in t-shirt and jeans every day because he feels that people who care about what they're seen in, have low self-esteem. I'm still trying to figure that one out. And lastly, every time he receives a compliment or words of wisdom, he somehow transforms it into something dismal. Sometimes, he makes you feel miserable by talking to him. However, when he's not talking it's his actions that show how caring he truly is. There is a pregnant woman that works the second shift, and John would give her a Nutra-Grain bar, that he stores in his locker, whenever she might have been hungry. During the morning, he always hugged and kissed the first shift ladies as a warm gesture to start their day. And whenever I needed to ease my aches and pains, John always offered me aspirins. It seems as though his personality is playing two parts, and they contradict each other. Nevertheless I thought he was a fascinating guy; weird, but still fascinating. And as the weeks passed, and he and I grew to know each other, I became used to his demeanor. I no longer looked at him uncomfortably, but instead as this sweet man who needed to know romance, or at least one night of passion. I often spend many nights fantasizing about this. So much that I could no longer look John in the eyes without feeling the urge to blush. When I was near him my mind was constantly racing, and when I spoke, I often slurred my words. I knew what was going on with me, but I didn't want to admit it. I wanted to play it cool as best as I could, but that was until I realized he was acting the same way. I first noticed when I had accidentally broken my pinky nail on the lunchroom lockers. The nail had broken far into the finger, causing excessive bleeding and excruciating pain. I needed help wrapping the wound, and John was the first one to come to my rescue. With the occasional eeks and ouches, I watched as he tenderly cleaned and wrapped my frail little finger, carefully treating it as if he were aiding an ailing fawn. As he wrapped the last bit of surgical tape around my pinky, we came to the actualization that it was the first time we had touched each other. I looked at him and he shyly looked away. He stammered as he spoke to me, and clumsily fumbled his way out of the lunchroom. Ever since then, whenever he finds the courage to look me in the eyes, he stares deeply; locking my eyes within his. It usually takes me a moment to fight away his gaze, because the longer he captures my eyes, the more my true emotions are revealed. Oddly enough, we've never touched each other again for fear of how we might react. So I've spent night after night trying to keep myself busy. To avoid awkward interactions, I had limited how many times I needed to speak to him per night. It seemed as though I was now becoming the odd one. Tonight was no different. Mike and John were still discussing the injurious lives of rock stars, and I was hastily trying to copy the last two boxes of documents so we would finish work early. Suddenly, Mike's machine came to a screeching halt. I knew what the sound had meant. His machine was broken and I was the person who would be left to copy his remaining files. That was all that I needed for the rest of the night; more work on top of my already strenuous load. Since there were only three copying machines within the office, and one was already broken, that meant Mike was allowed to go home for the night. I must admit, the thought of him leaving was soothing since I could no longer stand his gift of gab. However, that only meant his leaving would disrupt my intentions of departing early. As John carried Mike's remaining files over to my work station, I could feel the scorn building within my muscles. I heard John whisper a sorrowful sorry as he placed the box of files next to my own. I let out a loud sigh, and proceeded to finish with my work. Mike walked over to my machine and gave me a sort of half smile as a gesture of apology. I reciprocated with a blank stare. Noting that I wasn't in the mood to speak to him, he quietly walked away. I finally made him shut up. The thought brought a devilish smile to my face. A few minutes later, Mike had gathered his things, bid John and I goodnight, and departed. I was still busy mumbling to myself of how disturbing this was of having to do more work than intended. My self-nagging was disrupted as I heard John mention that it was just him and me for the rest of the night. The thought hadn't occurred to me until now. John and I hadn't worked alone in weeks; it was just like old times. I repeated two little words in my head the entire time: we're alone! The more I said it to myself, the tenser I became. Each time he would say something to me, I would jump a little. I was on edge and I couldn't seem to keep calm. At one point, I had to show him something, and when I got close to him, I could tell he was a little nervous too. I felt better because I was no longer the only one. Three hours had passed and I was finally nearing the end of both my and Mike's boxes of files. My shoulder muscles were aching and my neck became very stiff. Only ten more pieces of paper to go and I was done. The sight of finishing was invigorating. I was going to be able to go home early as anticipated. John was also excited because he would be able to sleep longer today. As John walked over to take the finished boxes, he saw me exhaustingly leaning over my work bench. I was rubbing my neck and shoulders hoping to ease some of my pain. He had asked what was wrong and I mentioned how tense I had become from working so quickly. He offered to give me a massage, but I was a bit apprehensive. I had never met a guy who had successfully given me a massage without inflicting more pain onto me than what I was already experiencing. He boasted of how he used to give massages to his sister's friends, and they absolutely loved them. Not only was I skeptical about the massage, I was also recalling that if I allowed him to proceed, this would be the second time in which we made physical contact. But I needed to find some relief from this pain quickly, no matter who it was. I complied with his offer. As soon as he stored away the file boxes, he had begun. As he stood behind me, I could see his tall shadow casting onto my work bench. He slowly brushed my long hair over my shoulders, enabling him to have a clear view of my back. My heart began to pace as I felt the first touch. His hands were warm and smooth, and incredibly soothing. It was a first for me; a man who knew how to massage. His fingers worked effortlessly on every tense muscle, and I could only go limp from each stroke. My skin was reacting to his every move. My body loved his touch. I felt myself drifting away in his hands. Unintentionally, I released a faint moan, and immediately, I felt him reduce his pace. When I realized what I had done, I became tenser; I knew he felt it. I stood there quietly, and slowly, his strokes returned to normal. I was so embarrassed, but yet a part of me was happy that he had heard me. It was as though my subconscious was revealing my true feelings to him. Before I knew it, I had moaned two more times. I was losing control to his touch. I wasn't sure if he was beginning to feel uncomfortable, but he started to move away. And just before he removed his hand from my shoulder, I reached out for him, and placed his hand on my neck. I begged him not to stop. I wanted him to continue on my neck because it too had been irritating me. John hadn't said a word the entire time. I noticed that although he was rubbing my neck, he was standing far away from me. I casually told him to move closer. He did, but he seemed a bit timid. I said nothing, and allowed him to continue his massage. With every circular motion, I felt my eye lids get heavy, and my breathing quicken. My mind was no longer repeating the words, "we're alone," but instead, "I can't believe he's touching me." With every breath, I murmured those words to myself. Suddenly I realized that I wasn't the only one breathing heavily. I had failed to notice that John was standing much closer to me now. I could feel his hot breath surging down my back. I remained motionless, because it caught me by surprise. His firm circular motions on my neck had now become gentle, caressing strokes. I felt his hands softly glide back and forth from my neck to my shoulders. Oh my God! He was touching me...intimately. I didn't know what to do. I slowly turned around and looked up at him. He stared down at me with those same brown eyes that had me trapped. As we stood there, gazing into each other's eyes, I could hear his heart beating erratically. I only wondered if he could hear mine too. His hands reached up and cupped my face. His fingers gently brushed over my now blushing cheeks. How could I hide my feelings from him now? I wanted to turn my face away in shyness, but he wouldn't allow me. John gave a faint smile, as his face leaned towards mine. He kissed me. Third Shift “Now that is good coffee.” She said with a smile as she looked up at me and began to laugh. “I can’t believe I did that.” She said blushing for the first time, she looked down and noticed the damage that had been done to her jeans. I too had begun to laugh, the sexual tension between us had almost become visible and with the relief of that tension we were both basking in a heightened state of relaxation. My cock throbbed again within the loose grip of my hand as she slowly stood up placing the coffee cup on the counter behind her. The cum on her jaw finally dropped onto her t-shirt just above her left breast. The cum on her jeans began to slowly slide down towards the floor. “You just keep stroking that wonderful cock while I get out of these jeans.” she unbuttoned her pants and began to slip them down over her hips revealing the top edge of the white panties that she was wearing. “We’ll see if we can’t find another use for it.” She told me with a smile as my hand began to stroke again I smiled in return. Raylene stepped out of her jeans, which turned out to be a tricky task as she still had her sneakers on. She leaned back against the counter, one of her hand slipping down between her panties and her body and she let the fingertips of her other hand trace the outline of her lips. Her lips parted with a sharp intake of her breath as her fingers found her pussy within her panties. I could see the outline of her fingers moving in a slow circular pattern, her eyelids half-closed as she gazed at me still slowly stroking my cock. “Now its my turn to watch.” I told her with a smile. Her eyes opened slightly as she looked up from my cock to my eyes then she smiled. With her smile she hoped up onto the front counter. “I don’t think so.” She said, one hand still slowly playing with her pussy as her other reached out towards me and with curling fingers invited me closer, “Your gonna eat my pussy and make me cum.” She finished with a sultry wink. I pushed my chair closer to her and sat down between her legs as she placed a foot on each armrest. I leaned forward and let my lips brush in a gentle kiss against the inside of her knee, slowly move up her thigh. She quickly removed her hand from her panties, as my mouth got closer. I let my tongue rub softly against her aching pussy through the satin white panties before my mouth continued down her other leg. “You’re just teasing me now.” She moaned as her whole body shivered in anticipation. “And there’s not a thing you can do about it.” I responded with a wicked grin. She started to say something, then after closing her mouth seemed to resign herself to the situation that she had found herself in, the power of control had shifted from her to me, at least for the moment. As my mouth neared her panties once again, I glanced up. Her eyes were fully closed; her long hair had become slightly ruffled with wisps of it trailing down over her eyes. Her full lips were parted as one fingertip erotically traced the corner of her mouth. Her other hand was gently massaging her breasts through her shirt, I could tell by their outline through her shirt that she had pushed the bra down so that her breasts were no free. Her hand paused for a moment when she felt the warm slickness of the cum that had dripped onto her shirt. With her index finger, she slowly gathered what was left of it onto her fingertip and began to circle her nipple. The slippery liquid made her finger slide easily over the soft t-shirt, her nipple soon standing out harder and farther than the other one. I pressed my tongue hard against her pussy, feeling the warmth and softness of the panties as she responded by pressing forward against me. Her breath shuddered as my tongue began moving from side to side. She squeezed her legs together, the warmth of her thighs pressing against the side of my head. I used my hands to push the panties to one side, my tongue finally finding her pussy with no material between the two. An audible moan came from her throat; it was the sound of someone who had found peace and contentment after a long search. Using my fingers, I spread her pussy so that my tongue rubbed directly against her sensitive clit. With another glance upwards, I saw that she was no massaging her breasts with both of her hands, rubbing her nipples between her fingers. Her clit was around hard against my tongue, her orgasm closer than I had expected. Suddenly her hands shot down to the counter and gripped it with white knuckles as her whole body tightened. Her breathing seemed to have stopped, her mouth open in a silent moan of ecstasy as I felt her thighs quivering against the side of my head. Her hips were moving quickly and erratically, my tongue struggled to stay on her clit pushing her farther over the edge, not releasing her until I was ready to. Her chin dropped down against her chest, her long hair raining down around her face. She tried to stay with me, she wanted more but she could not stand it any longer. “No, stop, please.” She said breathlessly, her hands lightly pressing against my forehead pushing me away. I pushed my chair away from her, letting her legs fall lifelessly against the counter as she began to regain her breathing. Her cheeks were flushed a bright crimson as she pushed her hair back from her face, her blue eyes glassed over by lust. She glanced down at me, finally focusing on my still hard cock and smiled warmly. With a nimbleness that surprised me, she dropped to the floor and stood leaning against the counter. Her breasts wobbled up and down from the impact of the ground for a few moments then with a twinkling smile she spun around. Leaning forward slightly, she rested her weight on one hand against the edge of the counter and looked back at me over her shoulder. I watched enraptured as she reached back with her free hand and playfully slapped her panty-clad ass. The sound almost seemed to echo within the store, her ass wiggling like Jell-O beneath the satin panties. “Fuck me, big boy.” She declared with a smile, her hand still lightly rubbing her ass through the soft material. As her hand moved, the panties shifted slightly alternately offering glimpses of her pale white ass standing in contrast against the soft golden tan of her legs. I needed no further encouragement and rose to my feet, quickly closing the distance between us. Pressing her panties to the side, I rubbed the head of my cock over her wet pussy, before beginning to slip it into her tightness. I felt her pussy gripping the head of my cock tightly, encouraging it deeper, but I held still teasing her and myself. She tried to press back against me, but my hands came down quickly on her ass and held her firmly in place. “Bad girl.” I mockingly scolded her as I spanked her with one hand. The softness of her ass through the satin panties felt wonderful against my hand. She jumped slightly, startled at being spanked, I was startled that I had done it but found that I enjoyed it. “I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” I told her reiterating why she had gotten in trouble to begin with. After a weary glance at first, she smiled softly and relaxed, resigning herself to her fate as she turned her head back to face forward once more. She adjusted her arms and leaned her face down onto her arms, waiting patiently for whatever I had planned for her. I had never been assertive like that before and while I was curious what had brought it on, I was enjoying the moment too much to worry over the details just yet. “That’s a good girl.” I told her feeling my cock throbbing just inside of her pussy. I could sense her smile of appreciation as she tilted her head slightly to glance out the windows for the first time. “Now I think your ready.” I told her, my hands rubbing her ass gently. “Yes, please, give it to me.” She whispered over her shoulder. The suddenness caught her off guard as I quickly thrust the full length of my cock into her pussy, feeling the tightness envelope me until her ass hit loudly against my body. The force pushed her forward against the counter and she nearly lost her balance. She gasped loudly and her breath whistled through her teeth with the intake as I began pulling my cock out with the same speed. I fucked her pussy as hard as I could, gripping her ass tightly in my hands, her moans gradually becoming louder until her sexually charged voice dominated the small store. Gradually I slowed my pace, releasing my grip on her ass, letting my hands slide up her back. My fingertips pressed firmly into her back through her t-shirt, rubbing small circles from the small of her back to between her shoulder blades and then back down. She glanced back once, but her eyes quickly closed in the intense pleasure of my cock and hands. The back massage that I was giving her caused her to arch her back slightly as my cock continued to move slowly in and out of her. She rocked slowly from side to side, exploring the width of my cock inside of her, I considered spanking her again, but decided to allow her some freedom. “How can I get you to fuck me hard again?” she asked me demurely looking over her shoulder. She smiled at me, not minding her switch to light submissiveness. “Just ask politely like a good girl, and I might do it.” I replied with a smile, my hands leaving her back and resting on her waist. I could feel the slick satin of her panties beneath the edge of my hands. “Would you fuck me hard, please?” she asked with a broad smile as she flashed her eyes in her most innocent style she could manage. My hands tightened around her waist as I thrust hard into her, not as hard as I had been earlier as my balls were beginning to ache letting me know that I would not be lasting much longer. She moaned her approval, feeling my cock pulsing inside of her, my body hitting solidly against her soft ass. I gave a final deep thrust, the head of m cock throbbing deep within her as I held her tightly against me. My cock was ready to release its new load, but I wanted to wait awhile longer. She seemed to sense that I was on the verge of cumming, however, whatever she might have come up with to do about it had to wait as headlights suddenly splashed haphazardly into the parking lot. “Damn.” We both muttered simultaneously as we separated. She glanced around for a moment, and then ducked underneath the counter. Due to the design of the store, she fit comfortably below the counter and no customer would have been aware of her presence. I pulled my jeans up and stepped towards the cash register, feeling my cock throbbing painfully against the inside of my jeans. The car came to a jerking stop and eventually the headlights faded. As the customer emerged from the car, I realized that they were obviously drunk; it took three tries before they managed to close the car door and started to stagger towards the store. “Drunk guy.” I leaned back and told Raylene. She seemed surprisingly comfortable sitting on the floor and I almost came looking at her. It was an odd sight seeing her wearing a t-shirt, her white panties visible beneath the shirt, her golden legs folded beneath her, her dark hair looking windblown. She smiled in return and I turned my attention back to the customer. As the newcomer fumbled with the door, I heard a faint giggle from below the counter. I briefly wondered if she was laughing at the situation or if something else had caught her fancy. I quickly came to realize that it was defiantly something else as I felt her fingertips pressing against my hard cock as she quickly unzipped my jeans. I considered pulling away from her, but my cock was so relieved to be released for the confinement of the jeans that I began immobile. The doorbell chimed and the drunk seemed confused by the sound and I felt Raylene’s hand close tightly around the shaft of my cock. The drunk grabbed a pack of Marlboros and dropped them onto the counter. I felt relieved for a moment thinking that he would be in and out quickly, however, as he emptied his pocket of change onto the counter I knew I was in trouble. Raylene’s mouth wrapping around the head of my cock as her hand found a frantic pace from my balls to her lips was not helping my level of concentration at all. I felt a soft moan vibrate from her throat against my cock, her hand hitting harder against my balls, her goal obviously being to make me cum while the customer was still standing on the other side of the counter. I tried to concentrate on the piles of change that were scattered about the counter top hoping to ease myself away from the edge that Raylene was rapidly pushing me towards. The drunken guy finally managed to reach three dollars in a haphazard collection of quarters, dimes and nickels. All that remained on the counter were some pennies and he was muttering to himself as he tried to find the remaining twenty-seven cents from the pennies. I felt the head of my cock swell within Raylene’s lips and she must have felt it too as she tightened her grip and steadied her stroking. I gripped the edge of the counter tightly, noticing my knuckles instantly turning white. I clenched my jaw closed, my teeth gritting against themselves as she milked the first thick shot of cum out of my cock into her mouth. Her hand continued its steady movements as my cock continued to erupt in her mouth. My eyes closed tightly and I struggled to gather air into my lungs without gasping and seeming as though something was wrong to the customer. Raylene’s hand had slowed to the point that it was gently caressing the length of my cock and I felt her lips release the head of my cock. As her hand continued its slow motions, I felt her other hand tug at my pant leg. I managed to lean back slightly without losing my balance to glance down at her. A drop of sweat dripped from my chin from the exertion of trying to appear as though nothing had been happening. She smiled up at me softly then opened her mouth showing me my thick white cum that had filled her mouth and had almost completely hidden her tongue as she stuck it out slightly. She wiggled her tongue from side to side looking as though she wanted to laugh as some of the cum escaped from the corner of her mouth. Her finger shot up quickly and she led the liquid back inside her mouth before closing her lips and swallowing. She opened her mouth again moving her tongue from side to side as though she were a small child proving to their parent that they had indeed taken the medicine they were supposed to. I smiled and shook my head as I turned my attention back to the customer who had finally counted out the correct amount of change and seemed as though he had forgotten what it was he had been doing. I pushed the pack of cigarettes towards him and told him to have a good morning which he seemed to think was funny before staggering back towards the door. As soon as the door closed behind him, I dropped back into the nearby chair feeling the strength suddenly gone from my legs. Raylene glanced at me from her spot beneath the counter, her lips closed on one fingertip as she childishly sucked on the tip of her finger. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me. She slowly emerged from beneath the counter and rose slightly to glance over the countertop, seeing that the drunk had managed to get away, she rose to her feet and made as though she were straightening her t-shirt. “You feed me like that and I think I could live under that counter.” She said as she playfully licked her lips. “I would love to try.” I told her beginning to regain my breath. She grabbed her jeans from the floor and her cup of coffee from the counter and walked past me. She paused for a moment when she was next to me and leaned over to kiss me deeply on the lips. Our tongues met each other for the first time and she reluctantly straightened back up. As she walked around the counter, I watched enraptured by the way that her ass moved beneath those satin white panties. The doorbell chimed as she opened the door then paused to look back at me. “See ya tomorrow.” She told me and quickly walked to her car.