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Customer Service

By: BuntSingle



It was hard to believe I had a day off. Working in an Emergency Room in the only trauma center within a fifty mile radius makes you appreciate a real day off. Sometimes you just get a day off where you spend the entire day sleeping. This was different. The hospitals policy of using your vacation time or losing it meant that I had to get some time in before the end of the year. I had spent Monday sleeping off the effects of a very busy weekend. Seven patients died while I was working on them which really pissed me off. I like the weekends that we sew up cuts and bring down fevers and them send them home. The paperwork for admissions and DOA's really brings me down. OK, it's not the paperwork, I take pride in my job and I take it personally when I loose a patient. 

Sure the Doctor saves the patient but I am the one that keeps the patient alive until he gets around to it. I am a trauma nurse - a male trauma nurse. I am 28 years old and I have worked in about a dozen ER's up and down the east coast. I work for an agency that places nurses in facilities that are in dire need of nursing help. They pay a premium to the agency so I make a lot of money. You wouldn't know it to look at me. I live alone and my apartment is a mess. I don't spend too much money on clothes because I never really settle into a city before I am transferred to another facility. My social life is mostly nonexistent. I work way too much and don't really have time for dating or socializing outside of work. My closet is full of scrubs and a few casual outfits. I like to travel light because it is easy to move to the next job. I always say this is the city that I am going to settle down in. 

I spent Tuesday doing laundry and trying to clean up my apartment. Wednesday was my day to do nothing. I slept in to about 9, which seemed like an eternity to me as my shift usually starts at 7. I jumped in the shower with a little pep in my step. A long hot shower really is a luxury. I spent the time to shave my face and the back of my neck. I had really let my grooming get away from me but today I had plenty of time to trim the toenails and fingernails. I even shaved my scrotum and trimmed the pubic hair. When I was finally done the bathroom was totally fogged up and I felt really refreshed. As I left the bathroom into the dressing area, I checked myself in the mirror.

"Damn, I look pretty good."

Standing naked in front of the mirror is not something I often do but this time I had just cleaned myself up pretty good. I had to admire my six foot frame. I had kept in pretty good shape. It seems like every hospital has a work out room and I spent a lot of time there because there was nothing to do at home. I was a soccer player in college until nursing school became too demanding. I had always been a jock and I was impressed with how my body has held up.

I was planning on going to the mall and try to expand my wardrobe a bit as I was embarrassed if I ever had to go someplace nice that my clothes were too trashy. I did have one decent outfit so I put on my best jeans and a fairly stylish polo. I decided to forego my usual tennis shoes and wear a pair of dress moccasins. 

A quick bagel for the road and I was out of the house by 11:15. The drive to the mall was only 5 minutes but when I arrived I was amazed how few cars there were in the parking lot. I was used to quick weekend visits or crazy Christmas shopping at the last minute. 

I was treated to mall walkers when I came in the door. They all seemed to be over 60 and really into it. I was amazed to see them taking the exercise so serious. I about got run over several times so I quickly learned to stay away from the walking area so I moved to the center of the concourse and slowed way down. Besides, I was on vacation, no need to hurry. I just took in the sights of the mall. It was such a different place during the day.

UPS drivers delivering packages to the store personnel, people up in the windows dressing manequins and no children - ah what a blessing. I wandered into several stores. The Sharper Image is great to browse in and play with the electronics and I spent about 15 minutes doing that. But I came here looking for clothes and I better get shopping. The large department stores seemed like there was nobody shopping in the whole store. Managers would be scattered throughout the store but really no one worried about me. After several large stores of finding nothing I wandered into a casual clothes store.

Again, there were no customers but this time there was a friendly staff to great me. As I walked in there was a "ding" that sounded that alerted the staff that there was a customer. Mostly, I had encountered middle aged women in the other stores but this store was staffed by two young ladies. Within thirty seconds of my arrival a young auburn haired girl had approached me with a smile.

" Good morning, how are you today?" I gave the usual answer to this question. " Good, how are you?"

" My name is Lisa and I am glad you have come in today. We are running a special today on our newest fragrance - Tundra. Would you like to try some?"

I usually run for the hills with this sort of advance but Lisa was a looker. She looked to be about 20 years old and she was about 5 inches shorter than me with beautiful auburn hair and a bright smile. Perfect white teeth, the kind you knew she had just had laser cleaned. Her hair color was obviously out of a bottle but it was one of my favorites. She was a little busty with a conservative black tube top showing ample cleavage and a white half jacket with the buttons unbuttoned. She wore tight black slacks that seemed about one size too small. I loved the way she walked. She seemed to sashay from side to side the way that only a true girly girl can. 

" Sure, I was looking for some new cologne" lying through my teeth.

She came right up to me and sprayed some on my wrist as she lightly bumped into my shoulder.

"What do you think?"

" I really like it" What I really liked was the attention from this beautiful girl but I wasn't about to say that. I noticed her brown eyes - they were huge. The kind you get lost in and can't get out. 

" I really love that scent too. My ex-boyfriend said it smelt like sewer water but he had no taste" " Is there anything else you are looking for?" All I could think of was the old line " I guess a blow job is out of the question" but of course I couldn't let that come out of my mouth. " I think I'll just look around" " Let me know if I can help in any way." she said and flashed that beautiful smile. " Thanks Lisa"

I really was looking for some casual clothes. Something that would make me fit in with the young hip crowd. It seems like baggy jeans are in so I browsed over rack of several brands of jeans. I guess I'm getting old because I really couldn't see the sense in buying new jeans with holes in the legs. I was just formulating this opinion when the other young lady working in the store approached me and asked:

" Can I show you some jeans?" I was taken off guard so the first thing that popped into my mind was " Why do people pay perfectly good money for jeans with holes in them?"

She giggled and said " By the way my name is Amanda and sometimes I don't understand that either. You are looking at some pretty extreme rips in those pants. How about the ones on this rack. They still have rips but they are strategically placed on the legs so just a little skin will show. I think they will look great on you."

Amanda was gorgeous. I don't say that often but her skin was perfect. Most girls in their late teens have blemishes on their face but Amanda had skin that was beautifully smooth. Her hair was blond and wavy, about shoulder length with a little curl going across her forehead. She was petite but her ass was shapely. She wore a short blue jean skirt. Her top was black with a circular cut out place between her tits so the sides of her boobs were just slightly visable. Her breasts were small, probably an A cup but one thing for sure I could tell that they were firm. There was no movement from side to side. I was already visualizing them - small but pointy. If she has decent size nipples I could hang a coat on them. 

" I'll be honest with you Amanda, I have no fashion sense. I am looking to upgrade my wardrobe and I don't have a clue what looks good."

" You have got to be kidding, You are the most stylish looking guy that has walked into the store for months. You look great. We don't get too many customers into the store during the day. Mainly we get senior citizens picking out stuff for their grandkids. It's not often that we get a stud like you in the store. Is it Lisa?"

Did she just say "Stud?" I am hardly a stud but who am I to argue with the lady. " I tell you what ladies - I am in your hands. I need you to pick out some clothes that will make me look hip and stylish."

"This is going to be fun." Amanda said " I tell you what - How about Lisa and I each select two outfits and we will compete with each other to see which ones you like the best?"

Lisa said " You go back to the dressing room and we will be back shortly with your new duds."

You could tell that they were really getting into it as they scurried around the store. I was really getting into it also as my dick was getting hard in my jeans and I was trying to will it to go down. " Down Boy" I sure felt special to have two young ladies anxious to be my personal shoppers. Of course there were no other customers and their job was to give great customer service. I was really starting to wonder what kind of service I was in for. I stood back in the dressing room area. It was semicircular with four dressing rooms around the perimeter and a center area that was raised slightly where you would stand and they would measure you for alterations. The opposite wall was all full length mirrors. 

Lisa was the first to arrive and she had khaki slacks and a brown button-up shirt. She handed it to me and opened up the dressing room door. I went in, closed the door and removed my shoes, then pants and shirt. I was standing there in my boxers when Lisa looked over the door and said:

" Do you have everything on yet?"

I was embarrassed but quickly put on the slacks and then the shirt and tucked it in. As I walked out both the girls were standing outside and they both started laughing.

Amanda said " That shirt is made to be worn untucked."

I'm sure I turned red but I pulled it out quickly and walked up to them. They were admiring it when Lisa suddenly left the area. She quickly returned with a brown belt.

"Let's tuck that shirt back in and see how this will look on." 

With that she came up to me and unbuttoned my pants and pulled the zipper down about halfway. Thank God that my dick was hanging down. Of course I could feel it moving up as she pulled down my zipper. She began to tuck in my shirt and ran her hand down my pants. Several times I felt her hand go past the end of the shirt tail and touch my boxers. She ran her hand over my ass but some how missed my cock that was inching up toward the top of my pants. She buttoned my slacks and started feeding the belt through the loops. Her left hand holding the loops open as she fed the belt around the back. She was leaning into me and I felt her breast pushing against my arm and back. Lisa's left hand was really roaming as she made her way around my waist. As she pushed the belt through the last loop, her left hand pushed firmly against the head of my cock. It was just for a second but it was not an accident. Lisa stood back as she tightened the belt in place. I knew my full 8 inches were definitely on display as both the girls looked me over. 

" You did a great job Lisa. That looks hot" Amanda said " What do you think Sam?"

I looked back at the girls and could not believe the sight. Lisa had removed her white jacket and her black tube top was showing lots of cleavage. Her nipples were poking out the thick material. She was obviously excited. Lisa's black slacks were tight in her crotch and a very defined camel toe was very visable. Amanda was standing with one foot on the upraised alteration area and leaning back to get a good look at me. Her skirt was way up her leg showing the most beautiful shapely legs I had ever seen. Both of them were smiling and very happy with what they were looking at. Snapping back to reality I said " I like it but I would love to look at some jeans and a casual shirt."

"You are in luck because that is what I picked out for you. " Amanda handed me the outfit as she said this.

I retired to the safety to the dressing room. As I closed the door I heard the familiar ding as someone apparently entered the store. I heard "Shit" and someone moving out of the room. I changed into the jeans and put on the Henley shirt. As I opened the door I only spotted Amanda waiting for me to come out.

" Oh I love that ...Here get up on the raised area here so I can check the fit."

I walked to the center area and stood in the middle. Amanda immediately got down on her knees and started fiddling with the hem on the bottom on my pant legs. I glanced at the wall of mirrors and saw a full view of Amanda's lovely ass poking out of her short skirt as she was down at my feet. I saw a small strip of pink material running up her ass crack but mostly I saw a beautiful creamy white ass. Her butt was full and well defined. You could definitely tell where her legs stopped and her ass began.

"Ding" I heard the bell again and soon Lisa appeared back in the dressing room area. 

" I got rid of Grampa" "Whoa Amanda could you show your ass a little more?"

Lisa had walked in with a full view of Amanda's glorious ass. Amanda immediately stood up with a red face. She ignored Lisa's comment and said " I think it is a little too baggy in the legs"

With that she started running her hands up the outside of my legs and pulling on the material. She then moved to the inside of my legs and was running her hand up until she hit my balls. She grabbed both the boys and rubbed in a circle. My dick had slipped out the opening in my boxers and was pointed at my pocket. Next thing I know Amanda has slipped her fingers through a stylish hole in my jeans and was rubbing the bare tip of my cock. I reached down and rubbed my hands over those little titties and squeezed. I think that did it because Amanda stood up and popped the button on my jeans and quickly slid them down. My dick was pointing straight out and Lisa moved in and grabbed my shaft and started stroking up and down. Amanda started sucking on my balls and Lisa smiled with those white teeth and immediately stuffed my dick down her throat. I pulled my Henley off and ran my fingers through their hair. I felt that familiar sensation in my cock that said this might be over very quickly so I decided to take over. 

I stepped back and flipped the jeans off my ankles and removed my boxers. I got down on my knees and came over to the lovely sales ladies. I kissed both them in turn and said "Let's get these clothes off." 

They both stood up and I slowly undressed them. I started with Lisa. It was easy to remove her tube top as I just pulled it over her head. Her large tits bounced out. They sagged only slightly and her silver dollar size nipples were hard as a rock. I grabbed them both, squeezing as I admired them. Her pants were harder to get off as they were tight. I thought I would never get then clasp unhooked but when I did I slid her pants off in one stoke. Her print bikini panties came off with the pants revealing a brown patch of hair above her pussy. I was right about the hair dye on her head as her pussy hair did not match. The camel toe I had seen earlier was now visable to me. Her lips were full and soaking wet. I ran my finger up her snatch and raised my fingers to take a taste- Sweet!

Amanda was feeling a little left out but had latched her small hand on the shaft of my dick and was kissing on my chest. I turned my attention to her. Her top was a little harder to figure out how to get off but I finally found a zipper in the back. As I pulled it over her head I saw her black strapless push up bra holding those beautiful little titties. I reached behind her and unlatched the bra revealing the most firm boobs I could imagine. Her nipples were chocolate brown and quite large for her breast size. I was right the nipples were a full inch and a half and stiff as a board. I flicked them with my tongue and I was in heaven. Her skin was creamy white and soft as a baby 's behind. I pulled her blue jean skirt off without undoing it and quickly pulled her pink thong off. She was completely shaved and her pink lips were moist with her love juice.

I pulled both of them to the floor and we quickly formed a circle. I was licking Amanda's pussy and Lisa was swallowing my dick. Amanda shuttered and squirt her juice on my face and when I looked up she was eating out Lisa like it was her last meal. Lisa was breathing harder and harder and soon squeezed Amanda's head between her legs as she cum on that beautiful face. As Lisa screamed with her orgasm she stuffed my cock further down her throat and I shot my load which she swallowed with ease. 

We all collapsed on our backs and laid there completely satisfied. I closed my eyes not believing what had just happened. 

"Ding"

Customer Service



There's something about that delicious little zing you get running up your spine when you do something wrong that's hard to beat. When I was little, I waited until sundown to throw a leg over the neighbor's low fence, creep across the yard, and gently cup and twist from the branch that low-hanging, sun-ripened apple I'd watched fatten and blush all week long. It wasn't any sweeter than an apple you could get from a store, but that little 'you could SO get caught' thrill made braving the autumn chill and those blasted motion-censor porchlights worth the risk.

Perhaps that's why it was so easy to ignore the cramp in my calf or the unnatural twisting of my spine last week as that busty little brunette whose lopsided nametag said "Sabel" was squirming with lusty fervor semi-astride my lap, each stroke of my hard-on gliding into her smooth, hot snatch in the dressing-room at a local department store's menswear section. Even now, the memory of each bounce of those round, soft tits, the way her pouty, pink mouth made that silent, gasping "OH!" when her head tossed back makes me half-hard just thinking about it. 

I hadn't in the store there long- I'm a speed-shopper by nature and furthermore, a creature of habit, so I knew right where to go to get exactly what I wanted, and who to talk to about getting it done. In and out, bam, done fast, right? I'd already decided on a couple Kenneth Cole shirts in flattering colors and a nice tie for work, now I was just dithering over a couple pairs of trousers, for work, or going out someplace nice afterward. 

Not that it'd be with a girl, though (nor with a guy- to each his own, but I only swing one way, thankyouverrehmuch). I'm one of those thirty-something dudes all the grandmas try to push their bank-teller or dress-shop saleslady grandbabies on when they see me at work in my bookstore, or the grocery store (which is why I shop late at night). These sweet ladies always believe that everything in the universe has that perfect match, that attractive opposite that makes two haves a whole. At first, it was all I could do to keep my eyes from rolling when I got cornered, but now, it's easy to give them one of those dimpled, crooked half-smiles I've practiced over the years, tuck my hands in my pockets with an indulgent boyish "aw, shucks, Mrs. Whoever" shrug, then offer a rain-check when I'm not quite so tied up with working on The Novel- you know, that beautiful, ever-unfinished, completely non-existent scapegoat of convenience. 

It isn't that I don't like girls. I just don't like *those* girls. They're boring. So they have silky hair and smooth, golden skin and smell great. What do they read? What's on their iPod playlist? When they go out, are they going to have a steak with me, or one of those peasy little salads and a Diet Coke? "Oh, my Isabel is just *darling*! Such a smart, sweet girl- perfect for you! A real go-getter, too!" one would coo, trying to push a photograph toward me, or pen poised over their kitten stationery to get my phone number or e-mail to pass along to whatever bachelorette was in the running that week. Sigh.

I don't care much for bad girls, either. The kind who are all lady on the streets, freak in the sheets after two Cosmos and some vertical grinding in a seizure-lit smelly club on the Southside. The kind who travel in packs, have more tattoos than the Harley crowd, have the forced Southern accent over a vocal pitch of an eight-year-old, and who are in their thirties but still shop at Charlotte Russe for their hooker-wear. So you can suck the paint off a '79 vette without smearing your Bobbi Brown. Super. They're fun, they're cute, they look nice looped over my arm above my Fossil watch or over my cock after a couple drinks at their place, but I get tired of waiting on them primping, of trying to figure out which Jonas brother they're talking about, and it's useless to try to keep up with Whose Wedding of Whose Best Friend Sucked Because So and So's BFF Fucked the Groom A Week Before They Got Back Together and Married. Oh- I forgot- And Put The Pics on Facebook. 

Then again, all of these stipulations and fine print in my mental set of standards kind of fell out my ear when Sabel slithered into the tiny dressing-room with me, closing the door with a click of her nails, sliding the latch over with a devilish grin. One red-laquered fingernail was toying with one of the pink pearl buttons on the front of her shirt, and I couldn't help but notice that she'd doffed the scarf she'd had around her neck earlier and a few of those buttons had come undone, gapping the increasing V down her chest a bit more than was probably in the employee handbook's dress-code section.

"Ah- I'm f-fine, I'm just ah..." I stammered uselessly, caught with my hand down my pants. Shit- was that a pink bra, too, or off-white? Just what? Pinstripe or charcoal? Make a decision already, Marc, geez! Then again, if my brain had been on top of things that day, I might never have gotten the best customer service of my life beneath that foxy, brilliant brunette. 

I'd been dawdling over tucking the tail of my shirt in when, for just a moment, my thoughts wandered over the form of the new sales-girl, the one with the slick twist of hair all wadded up with two chopsticks, her cleavage popping out of that "responsible girl" tailored pink blouse tucked smoothly into that black skirt that stopped about mid-thigh on those fabulous caramel stems. Oh, my god, and those extra-pointy black heels... those get me *every* time... How could someone so clean and professional looking also appear so naughty librarian, turn me over your knee and spank my bad boy ass good?

She was still standing there, inches away from me, the scent of her cologne drifting up past my sweaty upper lip to tease my nostrils along with body wash and warm skin. "No, you look like you need a little help, sir," she smiled sweetly. "I've been watching you move around our store, and I think you have something that belongs to me," she added just as innocently, the toe of one shoe grazing up the smooth calf of her standing leg. 

I blinked dumbly for a second. "Um... no?, I just- ah..." I cleared my throat, jerking my hand out and buttoning my own trousers around my waist. "Th-this shirt, I was trying on- but these are mine, Ma'am. Is this a new policy? Hands-on changing-room surveillance?" It was lame, I admit, but kept my mind off the sudden spike in temperature, and the odd shape assuming itself down the top part of my left leg. Oh, shit...

Sabel took another step, until she was closer still. Even with heels on, the top of her head just barely came up to my chin, and I noticed that her eyes weren't hazel, but a fascinating green with deep flecks of brown radiating out from the gradually-dilating pupils. There was a small mole higher up on her cheek, and... and...

And her fingertips began to unbutton the shirt I'd picked all the pins out of, unfolded, and put on with every intention of folding right back up so someone else didn't have to. As her knuckles grazed my ribcage even through the fabric, a breath jerked my navel inward in a soft gasp. Her nose wrinkled and she bit that glossy bottom lip with a smile. "Ssshh, this'll only take a minute," she whispered as she peeled the shirt off my torso and left the sleeves to me. When I freed myself of them, the shirt landed with a soft flump on the floor, and my hands went to her smooth upper arms, just below the short sleeves of her blouse. 

For a moment, I just looked at her, then murmured, "Lady, are you for real?" I watched her pretty heart-shaped face carefully, but the mischievous smile never wavered, she never pulled back. I saw two round pebbles jutting through the front of her blouse, right before I closed my eyes and lowered my mouth to hers. I have no logical explanation for my behavior. None of it made sense, but perhaps, in retrospect, that was the serendipitous beauty of it. Either way... wow. 

Her soft, warm hands rested themselves on my face as she eagerly returned the kiss I'd tentatively offered with an eager-to-please rebuttal, seeing my lips and raising me- literally- when her tongue darted out and snaked along my bottom lip before she nipped it, drawing it into her own mouth. Oh, god, this was crazy, what was I doing? I was kissing a hot girl in a dressing-room, yeah, but... "Oh, my god, you're such a cutie," she giggled softly as she withdrew a little, opening her eyes. Her hands had left my face, but I was aware of them still moving over my body, tracing the contours of muscle over my broad shoulders, my defined biceps, down my chest and stomach. I don't know which turned me on more, the feeling of her soft fingertips, or the gentle raking of her fingernails over my skin.

A cutie? I blinked again- no, I don't have tics. I'd never really thought of myself as Derek Zoolander would have said- "Really, really good-looking". I was kind of round and whiny when I was a kid, which of course gave way to the coltish gangliness of my teenage years where my legs were too long, my head was too big, my wrists were too girly, and when I spoke, I sounded like Bobcat Goldthwaite on a rollercoaster. And Helium. 

I'd always guess I shaped up well enough after that, but I didn't take a lot of pains with it. I was about 6'2, modestly fit from three days a week at the gym plus afternoon jogs, and I was a Subway fan for lunch. Dinner was usually a glass of Woodford on the rocks and a Lean Cuisine before I fell asleep reading John Clinch to the sounds of the ocean- on my 'go to sleep noise machine'. My hairline hadn't receded much at thirty-five, and it was still a dark brown that made my darker brown eyes and olive skin-tone all complement one another. Thankfully, I wasn't a hairy sasquatch, with only a small bunnytrail down my torso, but I did manscape. Thankfully, no grey- anywhere.

And Sabel was definitely close to finding out just how short I kept my lawn now as the zipper in her fingers eased it's way down with a zing. I didn't even realize that my own quaking fingers were fumbling with the buttons on her blouse until they reached the bottom- and when had she untucked it?- and it fell open, revealing a smooth expanse of sweet-smelling skin, a pink bra (ooh, soft cotton lace), and a pierced navel. Something about the small silver BabyPhat charm dangling over her innie made me want to flick that kitty with my tongue just to watch her wiggle. Alas, there wasn't enough room, though, not with all our clothes falling off and taking up space.

I helped her out of her blouse, my lips grazing hers again, but then they decided to take the path not-yet-taken. As I kissed a trail down her neck, I took time to smell the roses- or whatever it was that she was wearing, and taste the sweet skin fluttering above her pulse-point, eliciting a gasp from her, a soft groan. Her hands were tangled in my hair now as I wandered around to touch the tip of my tongue to the juncture of collarbones at the base of her throat, and my hands roved up her spine, enjoying the play of pliant skin above the soft bumps of vertebrae, all the way up to the clasp of her bra.

With a twist of thumb and forefinger, I felt the soft fabric give way, and my knees nearly did, too, as I felt her reach into the front of my pants and close around a fistful of my hard-on. She touched it gently at first, tugging it carefully out of the waistband of my boxers, adjusting them so it could bob free and upright. I tried to focus on skimming the dainty straps down her smooth, entirely kissable shoulders, but a shudder rocked my whole body when she began stroking the length of my shaft with one hand, cradling the base of it and the smooth sac with the other.

"God, Baby, that feels good," I murmured against her skin, sliding the bra completely away and pulling her against me so that I could feel the hard pebbles of her nipples against my bare flesh for a moment. After that, I had to taste them for myself. 

"Ooh," she groaned softly, her steady rhythm on my cock becoming momentarily jerky as first my mouth, then my tongue encircled one of the buds, small, tight and sweet like a little strawberry, and began working gentle circles around it, sucking slightly. My mouth danced around first one, then the other, until both were gleaming wet and turgid, cooling from my warm kiss with each gentle breath I blew on them. For a second, I returned to her mouth, my tongue seeking gentle entry into hers, and when she readily accepted, I kissed her with a deep longing, both to continue what we were doing, but the startling hope that whatever happened here, we could start something else when she punched out maybe. 

Oh, what those church-ladies would think... 

I thought I wanted to see how long her hair was. With a quick click, I slid the two sticks out of her hair and tossed them away. A solid sheet of mahogany cascaded down in one soft whoosh, covering my fingers, not stopping until it brushed the top of her skirt's back-zipper, which I quickly set to work on while she brushed feathery kisses down my torso. When the skirt slid away, my fingertips rested over the waistband of her lacy pink boyshorts, but she had another idea.

"Not so fast," she hissed softly against my ear as she released my hard-on, and gently pushed me down to the little wedge-shaped bench in the corner of the stall, giving my boxers a wiggle downward just a little farther before my butt hit cold plastic. There wasn't enough room for my legs, so I had to kind of do the half-splits- my knee against one wall, my ankle underneath the partition and into the other stall. It was a little awkward, but then again, here I was in a changing room with a gorgeous stranger and a boner to beat all. 

Transfixed, I watched as she slid the skirt down and kicked it off, then rolled her underwear down her legs, removing them, too. The shoes she left on, and at that, my cock gave a soft throb. It was incredibly sexy, the way the heels made her already shapely legs look that much longer and slimmer. "Baby, You're gorgeous," I said as I reached one hand out to rest on her hip, my fingertips trailing down her thigh. She took my other hand, placing something inside it, before leaning over me for another kiss. My hand closed around a small, cool square. My heart jumped when my brain recognized what it was. 

My expression must have been gobsmacked, for when she looked into my eyes, she gave a dimply laugh before taking it from me, teasing, "I guess I better do this, huh?" I loved her smile immediately... I loved how she didn't have to cake on heavy eyeliner or paint over the smoker's lines in her pretty face. How old was she? Couldn't have been more than twenty-six. 

"Sabel," I breathed, taking both her wrists gently. "Please, let me taste you first," I couldn't keep the hint of pleading out of my voice as I gazed up into her eyes. We were both breathing heavily, past the point of arousal, and I could smell the cloying musk of her desire in the humid air surrounding us. "Please," I insisted softly, my thumbs brushing over the smooth skin inside her wrists, one hand sliding the stretchy keyring with her id card on it off and placing it gently aside. 

She seemed to consider it for a moment before she slid out of her shoes, lifting one leg to brace a bare foot on my shoulder, skewing her knee outwards. There I was, dead-level with that soft, succulent woman's sex, flushed and wet, right before me. It was smooth, bare, except for a small, dark thumbprint of soft fuzz at the top of the slash that remained closed. That was, it did until I slipped inside it with two fingers from the top, spreading the petals wide enough so that I could roll the pad of my thumb over the sharp little pearl throbbing hotly at the top, eliciting a stifled groan and a wriggle from her, her toes curling on my shoulder. Slowly, I worked her clit in lazy circles until my fingers were slick and shining with her dampness, then I licked my lips and withdrew my digits, grazing the tip of my tongue from the bottom of the flushed, hot slit all the way to the top. She gave a wavery sort of pant, slipping her hips so that she worked herself along my tongue, and I continued deeper, holding her open with my fingers, savoring long, slow teases of her salty flesh with my tongue, worrying that little bud with my lips and even gently with my teeth. I slid my tongue in deeper, closer to her hot center, and the squeak she let out came dangerously close to being heard outside. We both paused for a moment, listening, but heard nothing but contemporary pop playing softly on the intercom. With a few more nuzzles and prods, she was gasping, and a rime of pearly perspiration brightened her cheeks as she reached once again for the rubber.

"Okay, My turn," she mumbled as she tore open a corner with her teeth, spitting part of it aside, and she oozed out the slippery ring of latex. I gasped when the ring eased past my cockhead. It was tighter than I remembered them being, fitting my erection snugly all the way to the base, just as I hoped to have Sabel in the next few seconds. 

There was a moment when we were at cross-purposes- facing or away?- when she finally decided away was best. Suited me fine- although I'd loved to have had her soft breasts to play with and her kiss-swollen mouth to taste, I loved the smooth plane of her back, the sweep of her hair over her shoulders all wild and fragrant, and I was trying to make out the meaning of the small tattoo she had in the middle of her lower back. 

I almost yelped when I felt her slick folds brush the crown of my cock, then the weight of her body as I entered her, gravity gently easing her downward with an inward convulsing that rippled her surprisingly tight grip along my length. "Ohgodohgodohgod," I had to murmur steadily through gritted teeth as I shifted, finding purchase with my heels on the floor, my hands resting on her hips for now. As it turned out, I could still gently fondle her nipples, tweaking them softly with thumb and forefinger, then running my hands along the sensuous curves of her body until one hand dipped between her legs. 

Through fleeting trial and error, I began a slow, careful rhythm that pushed me slowly inside, then drew me quickly back out, assisted with her rising and falling on my lap as though she were posting a trot on a showpony. Mmm, she rode well- firm seat, great legs, gentle hands... I'd let her get in my saddle any time she wanted, the way she was fucking me, giving as good as she got, unafraid to (softly) voice her appreciation and reciprocate. 

As we eased our bodies against and away from one another repeatedly, I could enjoy the sensation through the condom of her contours and ridges, the slick, hot grip of her sliding along my throbbing cock, each stroke punctuated with a grunt or sigh from one of us, mine muffled in her mane, hers against her bitten bottom lip. I almost blew it at once when I realized that if I peered around her slim waist that I could see us both fucking in the mirror in front of us... and then almost did again when she impaled herself completely on me, her bottom resting against the root of my cock, my hips, and she spread her legs wide open. I could see myself entering her, disappearing deeply into her, and coming out glistening wet with her juice, cutting into those swollen lips of hers with each increasingly hard, fast stroke. I had to close my eyes against the sight of me splitting her like that, and she noticed, too. 

"You like that?" she panted. "You like watching that big cock fucking my hot little pussy?" she goaded me into driving into her faster than ever, my pulse suddenly quickening with each jolt my the sensitive nerve-endings in my cock sent in a burning current up my spine to dissipate in sparks all over my body. "Bet you'd love to fuck my ass, too..."

"You freak," I replied breathlessly, with a grin, though. "It's all I can do to keep quiet now!" But conversation was cut short as the slow boil deep within my gut began to roil, muscles clenching toward the floor of my stomach like a hard, tight fist pulling and narrowing everything down to the one moment she was galloping for head-first, too. 




Customer Service



I noticed a renewed gush of wet coating my cock when she began to writhe her hips in a circular motion, like working a hula hoop, but her whimpers were more difficult to mute, her easy, steady rhythm becoming as jerky and off-kilter as mine. Soon, I was plundering her silken slash unmercifully with a cock that I didn't think could get any harder or more raw with feeling and need.

"Augh," I gasped into her back, my sweaty forehead pressed into and sticking to her hair, as her simultaneous climax milked spurt after hot spurt from my twitching cock, her body gone rigid and quavering all over as she bucked her hips, grinding her sweet-spot against me from deep inside, everything each of us had poured into those spastic last moments of sweat and skin and the scent of sex. 

The silence afterward was punctuated only with our soft breathing, the entrance of someone going to the end dressing room, fumbling around, and exiting. My cock was growing softer, shrinking, and she must have realized my leg was going to sleep because she reached down, gently held the condom ring around me, and slid herself off. Pushing the tangled mop of sweaty frizz back from her shiny, splotchy face, she grinned at me again. "Thanks- that was awesome," she added a gentle kiss to my slightly-agape mouth in an attempt to focus my expression, perhaps. I dumbly nodded in agreement, then shifted to reach for my clothes. 

"Ow-" the sharp prick of an errant shirt-pin jabbed me in the ass, urging me to stand, and try to give her enoug space so that she could pull on her skirt and blouse. The bra and panties she tucked into my hand.

"A souvenir-" she teased. "Remember, for men's pants half-off, ask for 'sabel!" she laughed softly. 

'Sabel. Sabel. That name... it suddenly sounded so familiar... CLICK!

"Hey- do you know a Cloris Jameson? Sorry, a little out of left field, I know, but..."

But she was already rolling her eyes. "Ugh, my grandma- she's *always* trying to set me up with this jerk-loser... whatsisname, Mike, Marvin, something... she thinks I'm too old to be single- I don't know who he is, but he's probably a j-"

"Marc?" I raised an eyebrow innocently. "Hermit-boy Marc? Mysteriously reclusive author and owner of the bookstore downtown? Never married, no kids, likes swing-dancing and jogs all the time while writing the worlds lamest unfinished novel??"

The sexy flush between her breasts and feathering across her cheeks disappeared as her eyes widened. Her mouth opened, then closed.

"Let me guess- you're Miss Isabel Jameson, David Jameson's only daughter, avid equestrian, a little fast, just needs a sweet boy to settle her down and take her to church, right?

Slowly, her face cracked into a dazzling smile as she extended her hand. "Pleased to have finally met you, lover-boy! Does this mean we can finally use that gift certificate for two I know Granny got you as thanks for walking her dog while she was in Florida at Ruth's Chris?"

I laughed, clasping her hand, then releasing it to pull on some of my clothes while she did the same. "I'd love to, but only for your birthday, which I know is coming up... but not the age, I'd never ask," I added hastily as she looked pained for a moment.

Fully clad, if a bit rumpled, I let her leave the dressing-room first, then text me when the coast was clear- hooray for technology. As I did, however, another salesman slipped up beside me. "Find everything okay, Sir?" 

"Absolutely- best customer service of any store here," I assured him with a smile that was probably bigger than it should have been. He eyed me suspiciously, then breezed off to where that pretty little brunette was waiting behind the register, gazing secretively at me from over some paperwork. 

"That guy there? I think he's gay- he just... grinned at me big..." the man said, leering suspiciously at me as I carelessly picked out a couple more ties, then headed toward the register with them. 

"Probably- guy that old's single for a reason," she shrugged as I approached.

"Yeah, that, or maybe he's just waiting for the right girl?" I smiled innocently as no-nametag skittered off toward underwear. 

"Better not be- no returns, refunds, or exchanges on the one you tried on!" She quipped, ringing me up, then bagging my purchases. I slipped my home and work phone numbers on a business card under the cash I handed over the counter to her. Smirking, she pocketed it.

"I don't buy junk, I prefer things that are meant to last- and of course, good customer service helps too," I returned before taking my bag and my change, then about-facing. 

"You know, this Saturday at seven, I'm having a ladies' underwear liquidation, you should come again," I offered after a pause and a glance back. 

Her snickering followed me out the amber-glass doors and into the steamy mid-August afternoon. Who'd ever have thought making fussy old church-ladies happy would have been so much fun? Well, I always did pride myself on making sure the customer always came first- with one obvious exception, of course.



Customer Service



Another Saturday shopping, which means another day sitting in a chair, holding her big-ass purse and wondering how much of your money was going to go walking out of that dressing room. For the zillionth time, you wonder if having such a high-maintenance girlfriend is worth it. Sure, she looks great in all the clothes you buy, and your friends are all jealous; and she looks even better out of them, stripping them off slowly, as she comes to bed.....and, OH!, the things she does there...........

Um, what were you thinking about?

You sense someone flop into the chair next to you; another poor schmuck relegated to Sherpa duty. Hoping to find a kindred spirit, or at least the basketball score, you turn--and find yourself staring into the most beautiful pair of eyes you have ever seen. 

The girl next to you is one of the most breathtaking creatures you have ever seen; a slim and petite body, wearing a white tank top that barely contains her obviously bra-less breasts over form fitting jeans that hug every curve of her shapely ass and thighs. She smiles broadly.

"Purse duty, hunh?" she asks, nodding towards the bag. "Me, too," she says patting the bag in her lap. "I don't get it, I can fuck her in the car on the way over here, but I can't watch her try on clothes?"

The unexpected frankness of her question leaves you stunned. You can just barely manage a nod when she sticks out her hand, "Name's Meredith. Whatsa matter? Never met an honest-to-God lesbian before?"

You take her hand carefully. "Um, no, I don't think so. But nowadays, you never know, right?"

She shakes your hand, giggling.  "Nope. We're everywhere!" she growls. "So, yours gonna be in there long?"

You look back cautiously at the dressing room, knowing what would happen if she walked out now. High–maintenance AND jealous was not a great combination, and your girlfriend had them both in spades. "I think so; she took an awful lot of things in there. She usually takes her time."

"Her, too," she says, gesturing towards the other closed curtain. "She says it's all for me, but I think that's bullshit. She just likes playing dress-up every now and then."

"Yeah," you laugh, "Grown up Barbies, and ten times as expensive."

"Well, at least ours are anatomically correct--when ya buy them stuff, they know how to show their gratitude. Knowhatimean?" she nudges you with her elbow.

Obviously, your face somehow gives away just how long it has been since your girlfriend last "showed gratitude" because her smile fades quickly. 

"No? Damn, man, that's cold!" She leans back in her chair. "That ain't right--somebody should do something about that."

"W-What do you mean," you stammer, as mental images flood uncontrolled into your head. You feel a stirring in your jeans, and subtly shift the purse in your lap to cover it.

"Damn, that long, hunh?" She sets her girlfriends purse on the floor beneath her chair, allowing her to turn her head and look into your crotch. The attention causes your cock to swell against the front of your pants. "Wow!" she whispers under her breath.

She leans back in her chair again and is quiet for a couple of minutes. You stare ahead at the dressing room curtains, trying to will the blood away from your crotch before your girlfriend comes out. You feel the swelling begin to subside when you feel something else in your lap. You look down and see Meredith's thin fingers sliding across the front of your pants, reaching under the purse, and running along the outline of your penis. Your member jumps and throbs under the attention.

"Still got it, I guess," she breathes, still looking straight ahead. "I've had boyfriends before; guess you could say I'm officially bisexual. Not my thing at the moment, but you seem like a nice guy in need of a little TLC."

She grabs your zipper and begins to slide it down—you squirm a little in your seat. "Sit still, dammit. You wanna call attention?"

You look around—salesclerks and customers are few in the boutique, but close enough to notice if you made a scene. Meredith slowly unfastens your belt and reaches inside your boxers.

"You got a nice one here," she says, hand wrapping around your growing shaft. "Your girl's an idiot if she's not jumping on that regularly."

With her thumb, she frees your cock from your shorts, and tucks the waistband below your balls. You shift the large purse to shield your lap from the other shop occupants. A drop of precum oozes out of the tip and Meredith's hand quickly rubs across it.

Using your own fluid as lube, her hand begins to work the length of your dick, alternating long, slow strokes with quick little circles around the head. You begin to breath a little heavy, as your cock grows to larger than it has been in some time. She continues the long, regular strokes, keeping a steady rhythm until she begins to feel the first twitches of your orgasm.

Intensifying her attention on the tip of your cock, she speeds up her strokes to bring you to climax. You quickly lift the bottom of your shirt out of the way, to avoid any unexplainable stains. Meredith cups the tip of your member with her hand as the semen erupts. The cum spurts out into the palm of her hand, some dripping onto your abdomen. You cum for what seems like minutes, your dick finally twitching down and resting inertly on your belly.

Meredith reaches into the purse at her feet with her other hand and produces a handkerchief. Wiping the jizz off her hand she smiles, "Now, dontcha you feel better? I'm gonna go to the Starbucks; let mine know if she comes out first." Before she turns to leave, she licks the side of one finger; "Hmmmm, better than I remember. You better put that away, now," she points at your now flaccid penis. 

You scramble to fix your pants back and just finish when the curtain on the dressing room flings open.

"I can't decide," your girlfriend announces to no one in particular. "I guess these'll do." She drops the pile of clothes onto the seat next to you. "Take care of these, will ya, hon? I need a macchiato in the worst way." She snatches the purse off your lap and spins for the exit.

You check yourself once more before getting up and carrying the stack of clothes to the register.

"Excuse me, miss," you say to the clerk in the blue blazer behind the counter. She turns and you find yourself staring into the face of Meredith. You glance down at the blazer and the nametag which reads "Meredith – Assistant Manager".

"Did you find everything you were looking for today, sir?" she asks, bagging the items carefully.

"More, I suppose," you answer.

"Fantastic. We pride ourselves here on our customer service; and we never forget who our true customers are," she says with a smile and a wink. "Y'all come back now!"

Taking the bag you're about to say something else, when behind you you hear.......





EEEEEEWWWWWWW!!!!!!! What the fuck is this on my purse?!?!?!!?



Customer Service



Not many people would view being a parking attendant as a glamorous job. Certainly Nate didn't expect it to be the kind of job where he'd get much pussy. He expected, and got, long, lonely hours, a stupid shirt with a logo on it, a tiny booth, and no heater. So far the September nights had been kind to him, but God only knew what it would be like when the really bad weather hit.

Still, the money was okay and the long quiet nights gave him time to catch up with his reading and revision. Nate figured the job was better than working in McDonald's and it was helping him get through his sophomore year in college. It also facilitated one of the most memorable sexual encounters of his life.

He did a 6pm-2am shift 5 nights a week and caught up with his sleep on the weekends. The private parking lot was a standard concrete, ramped, three parking floors, away from the city center, so it catered for a day working clientele and was not busy at night. Hardly anyone started their parking during Nate's shift, so most of the customers picked up their cars, paid via the automated machine and went on their way. Nate simply dealt with the issues, and there weren't many of those.

Sometimes someone's ticket couldn't be read by the machine, sometimes they'd lost their ticket and very occasionally the barrier wouldn't work after they'd paid. None of this was difficult to deal with and Nate usually spent most of his shift reading, either his college work or the porn stash the day guy kept under the desk.

On the night in question, a Wednesday, Nate was leafing through a text book and making notes. It was even quieter than normal in the parking lot and not a single car had come or gone in the last hour. Now it was nearly eleven o'clock and he was caught a little off-guard when she came to the booth window and knocked for attention. Most people drove up to the window.

"Hello." She started when he slid the window open. "I have a little... problem." She smiled wanly at him.

The woman looked in her early fifties, very well dressed, long black hair and subtle make-up. She had a hefty black laptop bag over her shoulder and her pretty face looked a little embarrassed.

"How can I help you?" Nate asked, expecting the usual stories and ready to point to the notice on the wall about lost tickets being charged at the day rate. That thought was replaced quickly when the woman pulled out a ticket.

"I'm sorry," she began uncertainly, "I don't have any cash."

Nate was about to point out that the machines took credit cards and he'd take a check when she continued, "I also don't have any credit cards, or my check book. I left my purse at home this morning."

He was sure the problem wasn't unique, but it had never happened on his watch, and he didn't recall any instructions on how to deal with it. Nate took the ticket she'd offered him and checked the date. It was that morning's ticket and he automatically calculated the fee should be around $12. Not like that was ever going to break the bank or make anyone a millionaire. Always a sucker for a pretty face, Nate was about to offer to let her out of the lot if she drove up when she spoke again. "I park here every day. I can leave you my address and phone number, and I'll pay you tomorrow."

This last statement confirmed his belief that she was not just pulling some kind of scam to get out of paying. Nate handed her back the ticket and smiled. "It's okay, just drive up. I'll let you through."

"Oh, thank you." She beamed, "That is so kind of you. I'll be right down." And with that, she walked off briskly.

Back at his book, Nate didn't notice as the minutes passed and no car had come through. Then the woman returned, once again on foot and once again looking sheepish. This time Nate saw her before she knocked on the window and opened it before she spoke.

"Is everything okay?" Nate had always been aware of the dangers of women alone using the lot and wondered if something untoward had happened.

"Yes, well, no." She looked a little out of breath. "I... erm... my car battery. It's dead."

Nate smiled, mostly in relief. A dead battery was something he could do something about. "No problem. Let me just get the jumper and we'll get you going. He opened the small closet that backed onto his booth and pulled out the portable jump pack. Then he hung the handwritten sign that said, "Horn for service", stepped out of the booth and locked the door behind him.

The woman fell into step next to him and he asked where she was parked. They walked up two flights of stairs and emerged on the correct level. There was only one car parked on that level, a large white SUV. "That's me," she confirmed as Nate started walking towards the beast.

"Pop the hood," Nate instructed when they got to the car. She had to open the door with the key as there was no power to use the remote. Once in the driver's seat she opened the hood and he set about connecting up the jump pack.

The SUV fired up first time and Nate unhooked his cables and closed the hood. He smiled at the woman who gave him a huge, relieved smile right back. While he wound the jump pack's cables away she got out of the car and over to him.

"Thank you so much." She touched his arm affectionately. "You've been so kind. I'm so grateful."

"It's no problem." He shrugged off her effusive thanks. "Drive safe."

The woman suddenly looked embarrassed again. "I don't even have anything to give you." She stated the obvious. Nate's colleagues, when explaining about the jump pack, said that customers who needed help usually slipped a ten or twenty dollar tip to the on duty guy. He'd realized straight away that was not an option here.

"Wait." She stopped him just as he was about to turn away.

Nate turned and the woman came close to him. She was shorter than him and looked up a little to meet his eyes. It struck him that she really was attractive for her age. Her hand again took hold of his forearm. "I'd really like to say thanks. Somehow."

He was about to ask, "What do you mean?" but something about the look in her eyes suggested he didn't need to bother. When her hand slipped from his forearm down to run up and down his thigh a little, left no doubt at all. A million thoughts about the logistics of anything he hoped she had in mind ran through his brain all at once.

"I..." He struggled for a meaningful response, but thankfully she realized there was none.

"Why don't you get in the car and I'll thank you?"

Nate placed the jump pack at the front of the car and got in the rear passenger door that she had opened for him.

He felt awkward for a few minutes while she got in the other door and sat next to him. She pulled off the light coat she'd been wearing and revealed a low cut blouse that featured some impressive cleavage. "Relax," she encouraged, "relax and enjoy. I don't bite. Well, not on purpose anyway."

Nate was nervous but realized he was highly aroused and already uncomfortable in his jeans. Thankfully the SUV was so big there was plenty of room around the rear seats. The woman kneeled in front of him and reached out to feel the bulge he'd developed. "That's nice." she complimented as she started to pull at his belt. "You feel so big."

Once she had undone his belt and zipper she fumbled around his underwear but quickly gave up and told him, "You need to help me get these down." Nate eased up from the seat and pulled his jeans and underwear down over his hips. She completed the job, pulling then down as far as she could. As soon as he had sat down again she grasped his erection firmly. "Wow." She smiled up at him. "Been a while since I've felt someone that hard. You young guys..."

He opened his legs as wide as he could as she eased them apart with her hands. Once she had his cock and balls fully exposed she slid her hand up and down his shaft a few times, and then dipped her head to take him in her mouth. Nate caught his breath as the first tingles ran through him. His instinct was to close his eyes and soak up the physical sensations that her mouth radiated but he was mesmerized by the sight of her head bobbing up and down in his lap while her hands stroked his shaft and balls. There was no doubt that her intention was to make him cum as quickly as she could, repaying his kindness several times over.

At nineteen years old, this wasn't Nate's first blowjob, but the difference between this woman and the teenagers he'd been with was marked. There was no hesitancy in her movements, only experience and confidence that she could bring her lover pleasure. He felt her tongue work on his shaft and over the head of his cock as she slid up and down him and in only minutes he knew that he wasn't far from blowing his load.

"Is that good baby?" She paused to look up at him. "My teeth aren't hurting you, are they?"

Nate shook his head. He hadn't even felt her teeth. He watched as she resumed her work, hungrily taking him back into her warm, wet mouth.

He knew that she felt him close to cumming when she increased her upward pressure on his balls, squeezing a little and rubbing them upwards with her hand. Her other hand continued to stroke him while her mouth worked up and down with a relentless, constant pace that brought his climax closer with every stroke.

He didn't want to explode without giving her fair warning and started to say, "I... I'm..." but she just flicked her eyes up to meet him and let him see that she knew, and was okay with the situation.

As he started to cum Nate groaned and his legs tensed. The woman continued to work up and down on him even though she knew he was now into an unstoppable orgasm. The force was shattering for Nate, shaking his legs and making waves of pleasure run out from his groin along every nerve in his body. Even when his climax moved to the next phase, she remained clamped onto him and stroking his cock.

Nate didn't see his cum spurt from his cock, but he felt the jerk of the force, again and again. Her mouth didn't move from him until he'd stopped spurting. He slumped in the seat and she raised her head from his cock, still holding it tight in her hand.

"Wow," she smiled, "I think you needed that. You came a lot."

Nate looked for evidence of his cum in or around her mouth. There was none. For the first time in his life, someone has swallowed all of his juice. It was a lot to take in, but he realized the situation, this woman and his orgasm had made for one of the most memorable sexual moments in his life.

"That was amazing." He finally managed.

"You're welcome Baby." She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek. "It was a delight watching your face as you came. It's been a while since I had a young stud like you. I enjoyed saying thanks."

She was all business after that, something Nate was grateful for as he didn't really know what was expected of him. It had occurred to him that he should offer some kind of reciprocation but she got out of the SUV and walked around to the driver's door before he could say anything. Nate pushed his cock away and pulled up his zipper. He opened his door and got out.

Somehow he remembered that the jump pack was in front of the car, lifted it out of the way and came back to the open driver's window. A big smile greeted him. "Glad you had fun Baby," she said. "Thanks for all the help. Great customer service." She curled her finger, motioning him towards her. He moved closer and she leaned out to kiss his cheek again.

"Just drive down and I'll open the barrier." He reminded her and then set off to get down the stairs while she drove around the ramps.

When she'd gone through the barriers Nate watched the SUV move out into the main road and off to wherever she was going. He tried to take in what had just happened, but failed. Used to sex being such hard work getting to the act, and his experience being limited to girls who probably knew less than he did, this was all new. All good, but all new.

****

Nate looked for the woman the next two nights. Not that he thought there might be a repeat performance, but he found himself yearning to know more about the woman who made him cum harder than anyone else ever had. She must have left the lot before his shift though, as he didn't see her either evening. He even walked the floors briefly, just to see if her SUV was parked. It wasn't and he concluded that she must have been working late Wednesday.

He hadn't looked for her car on the Monday night. It had been uncharacteristically busy early and then he was trying to catch up with a book he had to read. He was deep in the book when she walked up to the window with a smile that said, "Remember me?"

Nate slid his window open and gave her his friendliest, "Hi."

"Hi." She seemed a little less confident than when he'd last seen her. "I just wanted to come and say... hi. Which I guess I've done. I wanted to... well, the other night was so sudden. I just wanted you to know I wasn't using you, or anything like that. Hell, you don't even know my name. My name's Becky by the way." Becky extended her hand to him.

Nate shook her hand through the window. "Nate. It's okay, I don't feel used, or anything like that. It's good to know your name though."

There was an awkward moment when neither of them quite knew what to say and then Nate took the initiative. "Would you like to come in? To the office, to talk. Only if you want to... and have the time." He indicated the door next to his booth.

Becky smiled and said she'd like that. Nate quickly grabbed the key to office, came out of the booth and opened the door. It was hardly a palatial room and when he switched the light on he almost wished he hadn't invited Becky in. There was one desk, covered in various pieces of paperwork, a small table with boxes of tickets for the machines, a water cooler and a spare chair. There were no windows in the room. Nate indicated that Becky should take either of the chairs and he offered her some water.

"No, I'm good thanks."

Nate sat on the edge of the desk. Becky looked even better than he remembered. Tonight she wore a blue blouse, not showing cleavage, but tight across her ample bust. Her black skirt was also tight, around her hips. Nate could see that she carried a few extra pounds, but she carried them well and looked great. Her face was the same, good complexion, nice teeth and a few extra lines around her eyes, but she could still turn a few heads, Nate was sure of that.

"I just wanted to let you know," Becky started, "that what happened last week wasn't... normal for me. I didn't want you to think of me like that. I genuinely was thankful for your help, but I was also very... attracted to you."

Nate tried to be dismissive. "It's okay, really. I didn't think of you like that, and I had a really nice time."

"You did?"

"Of course." Nate felt his face start to flush. "It was really good. You were... very memorable."

"I'm glad then." Becky reached forward and gently grasped Nate's forearm, the same simple gesture of affection she'd used before. "It was really quite nice for me too." She caught Nate's questioning glance. "You might not think it, but giving you pleasure like that was really hot for me. I really enjoyed that."

"I wondered at the time if I should... you know, do something similar for you."

Becky shook her head quickly. "No, no. I really did want to say thanks and I was already very late. I had to go. But that was a nice thought you had. You really are a nice young man."

Nate didn't say it, but thought that she was a horny old woman, but that wasn't a bad thing, obviously, as he had the evidence growing in his pants to prove that. He got the feeling that Becky might be there for something more than just a talk and figured that there was no loss to him if he brought up the subject. "I don't suppose you'd have time for... I mean, would you like to... like me to?"

Becky's face took on a sly, knowing grin. "Are you asking if I'd like some more of that lovely hard cock of yours?"

"Yes."

She stood up, again taking his forearm, and closed her face to his. "That sounds like a lovely idea."

Becky kissed him boldly. Nate responded quickly, enjoying the softness of Becky's mouth and the urgency of her kiss. Their tongues searched for each other hungrily, moving with the exciting, improvised sensuality that comes with a new lover. Nate wrapped his arms around her and she pressed her body tight into him, not hiding her desire to feel his erection as her thigh moved up to press against it.

"God, I've not been able to think about anything since last week." She breathed when they broke the kiss. Her hand slid down to touch his hard on through his jeans. "You were so hard. I've been thinking about you inside me ever since. I've been wet for days thinking about you."

Nate wasn't used to a woman being so upfront with her emotions and desires for him, but this felt like he could get used to it real quick. "I wanted to lick you." He confessed as she started kissing him again.

"Still want to lick me?" Becky asked, already reaching for the rear zipper on her skirt. "You got a taste for some older pussy?"

"I want to." Nate backed off and let Becky slide her skirt off to reveal a pair of white panties that had a very obvious wet patch at the front. He reached down and touched her through the panties while she kicked the skirt away. She was hot, radiating heat and sexuality.

Becky didn't wait for him to pull her panties away and reached down to hitch them down and step out of them. Now her pussy was exposed to Nate's gaze. Before he could reach out to touch her Becky sat back on the edge of the desk and opened her legs, exposing herself in all of her neatly trimmed glory for him to see. Her pussy lips protruded as she shifted her ass to be comfortable and her slit opened a little, exposing a tiny amount of slick pink skin.

"There you go." Becky invited. "All yours Nate."

No second invitation was needed. Nate slipped down to his knees, between Becky's legs, and got a good look at her pussy before he closed in on her and licked for the first time.

Becky groaned as soon as his tongue touched her. He licked all the way up and down her opening, then along each side, lapping at her pussy lips as he went and feeling her slick juices on his tongue. Becky's hand caressed the side of his head as he continued to pleasure her, subtly guiding him to her favorite spots. She brought her other hand to the other side of his face when he plunged his tongue as deep as he could inside her. When he worked his way up to her clit and concentrated there for a few seconds Becky removed her hands and held on to the desk like it was in danger of moving out from under her.

Nate loved the way she moved to his tongue, like she really enjoyed what he did. All of the girls he'd been with so far now seemed too self-conscious about letting him lick them, like they didn't know how to enjoy the act yet. Becky was different, free and ready to enjoy everything he did for her and ready to pleasure him freely also.

He pushed his middle finger into her, feeling her heat and enjoying the little gasp she let out as he slid inside. He turned his hand palm upwards and curled his finger around inside her, pushing up towards her tummy, keeping up his attention on her clit while he did. Becky responded by trying to open her legs even wider for him.

She came with a rush, her hands gripping the desk hard and her pussy pressing into his face as the tension mounted in her. When the climax burst she gave a shout of, "Oh God" and her body froze while the first wave of orgasm flashed through it. When her muscles recovered Nate continued to lick at her pussy, feeling the convulsions of her climax pulse through her pussy several times before she reached down and eased his head away from her groin.

"That was good. Really good." She said through her panting. "Now, get your cock out and get inside me."




Customer Service



Nate got on with his task, throwing off his shirt and pulling his jeans and underwear away in one move. By the time he returned his attention to Becky she had pulled off her blouse and was unclipping her bra. When her hands came around from behind her back and pulled away the bra her boobs escaped forwards and out of their enclosures. They were big and round with some slippage and large brown nipples that somehow still managed to point more out than down. He lifted his hands to take them, feeling their soft weight and underlying firmness. When he pushed them up in tandem and took her nipples between his fingers Becky's eyes half-closed with pleasure.

He was delighted to find that her nipples stiffened to his touch, becoming large buds against their brown background. Nate watched his hands as they manipulated the largest breasts he'd ever touched and enjoyed the sensations of them against his skin. As much as his throbbing cock wanted to get on with finding its way to Becky's pussy, Nate bent and took one of the nipples in his mouth. He sucked hard and twisted the other nipple slightly between his fingers. Becky groaned and brought her hand under the breast he was sucking on, helping feed it to him.

His tongue wrapped around and over the nipple as he explored urgently, wanting to experience every aspect of this new and unexpected lover. Becky had other ideas now though and grabbed his cock with the palm of her hand, sliding her hand down to encase his balls while she wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock. "I want you," she whispered.

Nate took her hint and raised his head from her nipple. Becky kissed him quickly, broke away and then started to turn. "You want me like this?" She bent over, placed her hands on the desk and presented her pussy to him. She looked over her shoulder, flicking her hair away and added, "Come on Nate, give me all that you've got. I want all of you now."

His eyes fixed on the target of her pussy, Nate eased towards her, took his cock in his hand and pointed it down between her legs. Becky's hand came up to meet his, her palm providing a slipway to heaven as he eased forward to touch her opening. He felt her heat even as the tip of his cock touched her. Becky's hand kept hold of his balls and urged him to push further in. When he did he slipped easily inside, parting her swollen lips and sinking into her soaking hole.

Feeling the sensations of her slick inferno for the first time, Nate barely heard Becky when she looked over her shoulder and told him, "I'm all yours Babe. Give me your best." He loved that she was smiling and willing him on.

Nate made a few slow thrusts in and out of Becky. He was feeling how easily he slid inside her but also that she still held him tight. He had heard older women weren't as tight as girls, but Becky felt gorgeous. He watched as his cock disappeared into her, right below her ass cheeks, and tried to pull out as far as he could, then plunge in as deeply as he could. So far in his life most of his sex had been I dark spaces. Being in the office with the lights on was opening a whole new visual world of stimulation to him.

"Fuck me Nate." Becky encouraged. "Fuck me harder."

Nate thrust harder and faster at her command. No woman had ever talked to him like that and he immediately felt a tingle in his balls as she spoke to him. Becky moaned louder as he thrust harder, grunting every time he reached his limit inside her and his balls slapped around the front of her pussy.

"That's good Baby," she almost snarled back to him, "I can feel you now. Cum for me. Give me more of your gorgeous white cum."

He took hold of her hips and kept thrusting hard. Becky's ass started to thrust back at him every time he plunged forward. He tried to look down at his cock again but closed his eyes involuntarily as he felt the first sensations of climax start to mount inside him. That's it Baby." He wondered how Becky knew.

Nate kept his pace as his climax got close, thrusting hard into Becky's pussy and feeling himself grunt now as his pelvis slammed into her ass. He felt Becky's hand reach back through her legs and find his balls, cupping them in her hand and following his movements as best she could. One more thrust and he felt his orgasm crest the dam and start to flood his nervous system.

The climax was so intense that Nate stopped thrusting for a few seconds, then started again as the explosion of pleasure gave way to an intense warmth. He managed two strokes and then his cock started twitching and delivering the cream that Becky urged from him. She held his balls tight in her hand while he spurted inside her. She looked over her shoulder, straining to see the pleasure on his face as he came.

As Nate's nerves started to come back to something close to normal he stood, still inside Becky and feeling his legs continue to shake with aftershocks. He held her hips and looked at the back of her head as she held on to the desk and panted. He felt wonderful, pleasured by this woman who was old enough to be his mother and in awe of the freedom she'd shown him, both her freedom to ask for what she wanted and the freedom she'd given him to pursue that pleasure.

He finally slipped out of Becky and she turned to face him. She immediately took hold of his deflating cock, as though to make sure she'd wrung every ounce of pleasure from their moment, and kissed him. "You did great Babe." She smiled at him. "You felt so good. I may have to work late more often."

Nate smiled at the thought. "Sounds like a plan."

Over the next few months Becky came to, and with, Nate often. It was an easy liaison, based on mutual pleasure and freedom, true sport fucking, but a good thing for all that. Becky made no bones about the fact that she enjoyed his youth and energy and gave back her experience and desire to make Nate feel good. Nate learned more from Becky in those few months than in any other period of his sex life. Each of their encounters left them smiling and enjoying an unlikely but precious friendship.

Nate learned the usual personal things from Becky, that she was divorced, had no children and was a lawyer, but he learned so much more. He never knew her surname and never had her phone number. He guessed that something in her life had changed when she stopped coming to see him. He was sad and often wondered where she was and what she was doing. Over the years that never changed but he was always grateful for the time they got to spend together.



Customer Service



"Got it!" I exclaimed out loud as I had spent the last ten minutes in the parking lot of the local supermarket rummaging through the mess in the truck, searching for the list my cousin Jen had given me to shop from. I scrolled the list quickly and noticed there were only a few items, milk, eggs, and sugar. She was going to make some sort of cake. 

I brushed my clothes and sneakers off and headed for the door. The air conditioning was a relief as I stepped out the hot June sun and felt great on my face. I walked past the produce area and headed straight for the dairy section. I grabbed a gallon of milk from the shelf and almost walked off with it before I noticed it had already expired. I placed it back on the shelf and looked for another jug. To my surprise every carton of milk in the entire case was expired. I decided I could get milk at the gas station and kept moving along the aisle.

I came to the eggs and saw a stock boy leaning over the area moving frantically. As I got closer I saw what his rush was for. Somehow, every single carton of eggs was smashed and leaking all over the case. I walked up to the goofy looking kid and asked "are there any eggs that aren't crushed? Perhaps in the back?" The kid looked up at me and shook his head, "No s-s-sorry," He stammered "We don't get another shipment until tomorrow." 

I said thank you and walked off slightly annoyed and went to look for the sugar. I came to isle 9 and walked down. About halfway down there was an empty space where the sugar was supposed to be. Now I was pretty pissed. I walked to the front and asked one of the girls at a register where the sugar was. She explained how they were having a sale and ran out and that I should go to the customer service desk to get a rain check. 

I walked over and got on line at customer service. I was very annoyed and just wanted something with this store to be right. As my turn approached I noticed the chick behind the counter. She looked to be about 19 or 20 and Spanish. She was no taller than five foot even. Her hair was shoulder length and she had dark sexy eyes and pouty lips. Her skin tone was nice and smooth. I approached the desk and we locked eyes for a second. I could've sworn she licked her lips, but maybe I imagined it. "How may I help you?" she inquired in a soft voice. "Well, all your milk is expired, all your eggs are crushed, and I was sent here to get a rain check for sugar." I responded hastily. "Sorry about that, let me get that rain check for you."

She turned around and reached under a counter and I noticed she had a nice round ass. I imagined how it looked out of the jeans. She looked up at me and I tried to look away but wasn't quick enough. She faced me as she scribbled out the rain check and I tried to stare at a spot on the wall, embarrassed at being caught staring. After what felt like forever she looked at me smiling and said, "Here you go!" I reached out and took two pieces of paper from her.

I walked off looking at the papers. One was a rain check for sugar at a discounted price. The other slip of paper, however, seemed to be some sort of note. I stopped walking and stepped to the side to read the note. It read "I'm sorry about your groceries, but I noticed you looking at me and I think you're sexy. So here's your rain check and if you wait by the door, I go on my break in five minutes and I'd love to blow you to make up for your bad day."

"What the fuck!" was the only thought in my head as I looked at the message in my palm. I read it twice more in disbelief before I laughed and decided she was joking or playing a prank on me. I stood for a few more minutes and as I got ready to walk out the door a familiar voice filled my ears. "So you did wait. You ready?" I turned around to see the customer service clerk standing behind me smiling from ear to ear. "Are you serious?" I asked still doubting the situation. She just smiled and said "Of course silly, where's your car?"

With that said I lead her to my parking spot and unlocked the passenger side door to let her in. I walked around the back of the truck and jumped in the driver seat. I looked over at her taking off her work shirt. She had a white tank top and no bra on. Her pierced nipples were poking through the material. I felt my dick jump in my pants. "Drive around the back of there" She said pointing to an abandoned movie theater across the lot. I started the engine and pulled out of the parking space. As I drove across the lot she started pulling her pants off. When she saw me looking she said "I don't have time to fuck right now, but you can play with my ass and pussy while I suck your dick, cool?" then pulled her thong off and climbed into the back seat. 

I parked behind the theater and got into the backseat with her. She had her top pulled down and was pinching her nipples and rubbing her freshly waxed pussy. I closed the door behind me and she was on me immediately. She grabbed at my belt and pulled it so hard she actually ripped it out of my jeans. After she unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans she grabbed my dick through my boxers. I pulled my waistband down and released my throbbing dick from the underwear holding it down. It sprang free and she started licking the tip right away. She sucked the head in her mouth and let it pop out and started licking up and down the sides, top, and bottom of my shaft, letting her saliva moisten my dick till it shone. 

She then looked me dead in the eyes and engulfed my entire dick till she couldn't fit anymore in her mouth. I could see her straining to work her throat on it. I started rubbing her pussy lips, she was soaked. I rubbed her clit and she moaned around my dick. Her throat felt like heave and her ass was soft as a pillow. I slipped a finger inside her and felt her muscles tighten around it. My entire hand was soaked with her juices. She pulled off and sucked my balls into her mouth one at a time, swishing them around on her tongue and licking them softly. Then she started sucking my dick at a fervent pace. 

She worked her hand tongue and lips all in cohesion and with a purpose. I then realized I had a true dick sucker on my hands. She had perfect technique and enthusiasm when it came to giving head. Her hair was just short enough to stay out her way when she sucked. She hadn't stopped to breathe or adjust herself. Man was I lucky today.

She seemed to be trying to suck the cum right out of me. As she fucked her own face and throat on my dick, I leaned the seat back and watched her face. She looked right at me and smiled without missing a stroke. I felt the pressure building in my balls and the base of my dick. I grabbed a handful of hair with both hands and begin to fuck her throat unrelentingly. The only sounds were the squeak of the seat, and the slurps, gags, and moans coming from her mouth around my dick. 

I was about to blow my load. "I'm about to cum!" I struggled to say in my state of ecstasy. She sucked even harder and faster and I couldn't take it any longer. I shot a massive burst in her mouth. She leaned back, opened her mouth, and stroked my cock furiously, catching the following ropes of cum on her face, lips and tongue. When the spurts of jizz slowed to a leaking stream she started sucking again, making sure my cock was both empty and clean.

After another five minutes of her sucking my empty cock she finally released me from her mouth. She reached in her purse and pulled out some wipes, cleaning her face and hands off. When she finished getting dressed she grabbed my phone and put her number in saying, "Thanks for lunch, but I've gotta get back to work now. Call me around 9 for round two."