0 comments/ 47534 views/ 2 favorites The Night Shift By: Nytiegirl It was shaping up to be another long and boring night at the phones, Megan sighed as she looked at her computer screen. It was not easy being the only person on the over night shift, but the hours were just right for her while going to school. Since not many calls came in to order cosmetics between 12am and 8am she could quietly sit and study for her classes. The gentle Bing in her headset alerted her that a call was incoming. Looking up from her history paper she hit the return key on her computer and accessed the call. “Sassy Savvy Lady Cosmetics the is Megan how can I help you?” “Yes hi……Megan was it?” Megan’s body shuddered at the sound of his voice; it was deep and rich and seems to flow right through her, causing her pussy to twitch. “Yes sir what can I do for you “ “A package from your company was delivered to my house. I can assure you I would not order cosmetics.” “Perhaps someone else in your household ordered them sir.” Megan waited slightly breathless for the response she was unaware that she was waiting for. “I am the only one in my house, so they were delivered by mistake.” “Okay sir,” Megan replied breathlessly, happy to hear there was not a female in his house. “If you could read me the number on the top of the box I will see if I can get it to the right person.” As he recited the numbers to her Megan felt as though her whole body was liquefying and rushing down and out through her cunt wetting her panties and jeans. She had never felt anything like it, how could a voice affect her so much more than the feel of an actual cock sliding into her. “Okay sir I show that package was to go to, 146 Bear Hide Lane in Trumbull, Connecticut.” “Okay they got the address wrong; this must be for my neighbor she is at 144 Bear Hide Lane.” Megan was slightly shocked when she realized that the address was in the next town over from where the building she now sat in was located. “I will just drop it off to her house in the morning.” Megan was barely aware of what he was saying she was very much absorbed in the timber of his voice. But in the back of her head she wondered why he did not just take it to his neighbor when he saw her name on the label. “Hello? Are you there?” “Hmmm?” Megan wasn’t even aware she had spoken she was so lost in her thoughts of this man’s voice. “Answer me now!” The forcefulness of his voice broke Meg from the slight trance she was in and replied, “Yes sir! Oh I am sorry. I seemed to have drifted off there for a moment it will not happen again.” “Good girl, you should pay attention when I am talking.” A sharp intake of breath escaped from Megan. “What did you say?” “Oh! Nothing sir. Umm I will note that the package was delivered to the wrong house and that you are going to see that it gets to the right person. Is there anything else I can help you with?” “No that is all for now.” He responded with a deep chuckle, and disconnected the call. Megan sat slightly breathless, her clit throbbing. She wanted so to touch it but knew that her work was not the time or place. The next night Megan sat at her desk slightly again doing her homework when the Bing of her computer alerted her. “Sassy Savvy Lady Cosmetics the is Megan how can I help you?” There was silence on the other end of the phone line. “Hello? This is Megan how may I help you?” Still there was no response. Megan disconnected the line and went back to her history paper. A few minutes later her line binged again, ““Sassy Savvy Lady Cosmetics the is Megan how can I help you?” “I am watching you.” Shaken Megan responded, “What?” “I am watching you, I know what you want slut and I am going to give it to you.” Megan gasped and quickly disconnected the phone. Shaking she jumped up and ran to check all of the doors to make sure they were indeed locked tight. Convinced that no one could get into the building she returned to her desk. She stopped abruptly when she neared her desk. There sitting atop her history paper was a strip of black cloth that had defiantly not been there before. Looking around she could not see anyone, the darkened officers around her were, however the perfect place for someone to hide. Turning slowly she made her way to the supervisors desk and the outside phone line. As she reached the desk and the phone a quiet menacing voice behind her said, “Stop or this will be far less enjoyable for you than it can be.” Megan stopped and slowly began to turn around. “Stop!! Do not move until I tell you too you little bitch!!” Megan felt him moving close up behind her, she shivered as his body heat collided with her back. “You will do what I say when I say is that understood?” Megan stood rigid as a pole refusing to acknowledge his threats. She jumped as his hand smacked her ass; it stung through the fabric of her jeans. “ANSWER ME BITCH!” Megan whimpered and nodded her head. “I said, ANSWER ME BITCH” As his hand collided with her now sore ass. Megan twitched and responded, “I will.” “You will what?” “I will do what you say when you say it.” “Good.” He responded as he rubbed her sore ass cheek. She felt him step closer as his chest came in contact with her back. His breath rasped her ear as he whispered into it, “Are you ready for me slut? “ His hand moved up from her ass passing her waist and over her abundant breasts. He seemed to hone right onto her nipples that had pebbled up against her t-shirt. Taking the nipple between his fingers he pulled on it and gave it a little twist. Megan moaned and tries to pull away from him. His other hand grabbed her long auburn hair and pulled her back against his chest. “The little bitch thinks she can fight me does she? Well we shall see.” Twisting her nipple harder as he yanked her head back, he ground his hips into her behind. “Oh baby by the time we are done you will be begging for me.” Megan cried softly, how could this be happening to her. Her body was betraying her to this man. Her nipple was hard and aware between his strong fingers as it pulled and twisted. She could already fell the damp awareness between her legs. She did not want this, yet her body was responding in a way it had never had before. She shimmered slightly and unconsciously rubbed her back against his front. “Go to your desk without looking at me and put on the blind fold. If you glance my way so much as once I will make your ass black and blue.” She quickly to her desk and grabbed the blindfold eyes straight ahead never glancing back. “Stop,” He ordered as she reached for the blindfold. “I changed my mind. Take off your clothes. Be sure to keep your back to me” Megan could feel a tear trickle down her cheek as she crossed her arms across her stomach and grabbed the edges of her t-shirt. Her arms refused to work. “NOW BITCH!” She jumped and pulled her shirt up and over her head. Her ample tits jiggled slightly as she tossed the shirt over the back of her chair. Why did she pick this day to go with out a bra, just bringing a sweat shirt for when people were around? She then reached for the button on her pants and then the zipper. “When you take the pants off take the panties with then, you are stalling and I will soon lose my temper.” Hooking her fingers into the waist band of her panties and her pants she bent over and pushed them down her legs. She kicked off her sandals and was reaching down to slip the pants off her feet when he came up behind her again. “Stay like that a minute I want to admire this view.” “You have an ass that was just meant to be disciplined. Nicely cushioned but not flabby, round and soft, perfect size to receive all of my hand. They part so nicely to give a view of you pussy and ass hole. Perfectly open for penetration. “His hands glided over her ass as he was speaking. “I have been watching you for a long time dreaming of you in this position.” She gasped as she felt his finger slide up her slit and glide over her puckered ass hole. “Wet already. You are a slut aren’t you?” SMAKC…..SMACK “ANSWER ME!” Megan whimpered and responded with a quiet, “Yes.” “Louder! Yes what?” She cried out, “YES SIR I AM A SLUT.” “Good little girl.” “Now take off these pants and put on the blind fold.” SMACK She quickly slipped off the pants and grabbed the blindfold. As she was reaching across her desk her computer screen flashed an incoming call. Her capture chuckled behind her and said, “Answer it!” Shaking she put her head set on and accepted the call. Breathless she said, “Sassy Savvy Lady Cosmetics the is Megan how can I help you?” A ladies voice came over the line, “Yes I’d like to reorder my lip stick.” “Yes ma’am can I please have your customer number.” As the words crossed her lips she gasped, her capture had placed two shiny silvery clamps over her nipples. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as the woman on the phone rattled off a row of numbers. Her fingers flew over the key pad having done this task with a thousand callers it was pure instinct. Through the tears forming in her eyes Megan said, “Are you Ms. Smyth?” “Yes sweetie that is me I just want to reorder my lipstick. The Red Fusion.” As the woman said these words he slipped his hand down her stomach to the light spray of hair at the apex of her legs. He whispered in her ear, “Spread your legs and move up in your chair.” Megan shook her head slightly as she said, “Yes ma’am I have it listed here. Will you be using the same credit card?” Her tormentor grabbed her hair again and yanked, as his had applied more pressure to the nipple clamp, and whispered more forcibly, “Now slut!” Megan bit her lip and scooted forward spreading her legs. His hand released her nipple and slid down to rub her wet pussy. Suppressing a moan of pleasure she quickly took the ladies new credit card information, and read it back to her. “Cum now slut. Let this lady hear what a dirty slut you are.” Megan bent forward her body shaking as she tried to suppress the orgasm that try to break free. Two fingers slipped into her cunt and began to finger funk her hard, his palm rubbing against her clit. “NOW! GOD DAMN IT!” He shouted. Megan bit her lip to suppress the scream in her throat, as her body heaved and fell back against the chair. Megan’s body twitched as his fingers slid out of her. “Hello?” The woman’s voice came back to here, “Hello? Are you okay there?” “Yes ma’am I am sorry my chair slid out from under me and I fell. I have your order all processed. Have a good evening.” As she disconnected the phone call she could hear the woman mumbling something about crazy youngsters. The man’s tongue flicked her ear, “Such a good little slut. You will call me Sir and Master from this moment on. Is that understood?” Megan gently nodded her head. “Then pick up that blindfold and put it on. The fun is just beginning.” Rolling her chair forward she picked up the blindfold and raised it to her eyes. Her breath escape in a rush as the raising of her arms pulled the skin of her breasts, making her painfully aware the clamps were still on. Taking a deep breath she tied the scrap of cloth around her eyes plunging her into darkness. “Stand up and turn around.” As she turned he grabbed her face, squeezed her cheeks and said, “Open your mouth.” She quickly obeyed. His warm wet fingers slipped into her mouth, “Suck those clean, and walk with me. If my fingers slip from your mouth then you will be punished.” Meagan moved forward with her new Master as he moved. Her mouth sucking all the while on his fingers, making sure to lick between then to be get all of her essence from there. She could feel generally from the direction that he was taking her that he was heading to one of the back offices. She was concentrating so hard on where they were going that she did no realize that his fingers had slipped from her mouth until it was too late. “Oh please NO! Sir I am so sorry!” He could feel him tense even though he now stood a few feet away. Her arms were now out stretched trying to feel for whatever might be coming. Slow and steeled his voice came back, “Put your hands behind your back.” Megan quickly obeyed. Trembling waiting for what was to come. She could hear his quiet footsteps as he made his way to her. SMACK…..SMACK. His hand landed quickly on one nipple than the other. Megan screamed as the blows continued till each nipple received 3 blows. Tears flowed from her eyes as her cunt twitched and leaked. How could her body possibly be receiving pleasure from this pain. “YOU WILL OBEY ME BITCH! Maybe you can follow better with this.” She could feel a slight tug on each nipple and jingle as he attached a chain connecting clamps. He tugged hard on the chain and said, “FOLLOW SLUT!” Megan groaned as the chain pulled the clamps and her nipples forward. She had no choice but to follow. He led her through the outer to the back where the private offices were. Megan could because she stumbled on the step that lead up to the supervisors offices. He turned to the left, she guessed to go into one of the offices. “On your knees slut and open your mouth. Make sure your hands stay behind your back.” TO BE CONTINUED The Night Shift I own a fast food place that does most of its business in the afternoon. At night business slows and I have only one college freshman girl working for me. Her name is Jackie, long dark hair, sexy legs (the outfit I have my girls wear is a very short black skirt, and a tight white shirt with the store name on it. Most of the girls tie the shirt in the back so it fits real tight around their young tits.) On this night the customers were few and far between and I left Jackie to run things and went back to the small office where I have my computer. Bring up a young girl older man sight, I stop to view it. It has some very sexy pictures of couples fucking and some hot stories that the sight said are true. If they are or not, my cock gets hard and I place my hand in my lap rubbing the bulge in my pants as I read them and looked at the sweet young things being fucked. I pull my cock out and sit back in the chair and jack off. I squeeze it hard and about to cum, I heard something at the door. Breathing hard and too far gone to stop and I shoot my load into a hand towel and only then look over my shoulder. The door is part way open and I knew I had shut it tight. Only one other person could have open that door and she must of seen me moving my hand up and down my hard prick and shooting off. She also must of seen the pictures on the screen. At first I was a little scared and then thought, hey she might just of gotten as wet watching me as I was hard watching the screen. Besides, I now remember calling out "Oh Jackie." as I came. So taking a deep breath I shove my semi hard cock back into my pants and I go out to the counter. "Anyone come in Jackie?" "Ahhhh, no sir." She answered without looking up at me. "Well, I think I'll close early. Don't worry you'll get paid for the full shift. Just clean the counter." I watch as she reaches around the counter, wiping it, her hot little ass swaying. This isn't helping me. I fine my cock getting stiffer. With caution I move up behind her, my body only a couple inches from her back. Jackie can't move without backing into me and feeling my hard shaft in the process. "Jackie, did you come into the office a little while ago?" She straightens up and backs up and her body presses against mine, I wrap my hands around her waist, more to keep her from losing her balance, but then again, to cop a feel of her young body. "NO. No Sir. I...." "Yes you did Jackie. And you saw what was on the screen and what I was doing. Don't lie." Fighting to pull away from me I move forward, trapping her between the counter and myself. My hands still on her hips, I push my lower body against her and feel the top of her ass touching my cock. "It's OK Jackie. I won't get mad. It's just, I...I was horny and well with all you young hot pussies here,,, I mean young ladies, wellllll....." "Please sir. I won't tell." "How long were you watching?" I slide my hand slowly down over the swell of her hips to her thighs and my fingers find the hem of her short short skirt and I slowly pull it up. "Well, tell me. What did you see?" Jackie doesn't move, letting my fingers feel the smooth skin of her thighs as I move my hands under her skirt. "I saw the pictures. They were....were nasty. Naked. And, and I......." "Yes darling, what else did you see?" My hands glide under her skirt and move up her thighs till I feel the soft material of her panties. "I...I saw you.....I saw what you were doing." She pushes herself tighter against the counter, but doesn't try to put up a fight. "You saw me jacking off. Did you enjoy watching a man's cock growing large and cumming?" I move the fingers of one hand up under the hem of her panties and feel the round curve of her ass cheek. The other, with a mind of its own, slides under her ass, between her legs and cups her mound from underneath. She lets out a soft moan and tries to squeeze her legs to force my hand away, but it only helps to trap it against the now moist front of her panties. "Say it Jackie. Tell me." "Yessss., ohhhh, .....yes sir. I saw you ---- you rubbing yourself." "Jacking my cock. Say it." She takes a deep breath. I don't know if it is caused by the pressure of my fingers against her ass and pussy or her fear. "I saw you jacking off. You.... you shot.....you came." "Ummmm, yes I did. I was thinking of you when I did. Did you hear me call your name?" I remove my hands from under her skirt and before she can answer or realize what I am doing, grab her arms and turn her around facing me. Looking into her eyes, I tell her is a voice now chocked with lust. "I was thinking of you Jackie, of what it would be like to fuck you. To eat your sweet moist pussy. Has anyone ever kissed you here?" I place the palm of my left hand under her skirt and cup her pussy mound. She takes in a deep breath and softly answers, her eyes half closed. "No. No one has ever touched me there." I still sense fear from her, but it is slowly being replaced by a woman's need. I rub her pussy and lean down and kiss her forehead and then her cheek. I whisper, "Ohhhh, Jackie, you are so beautiful. You make me so hard. Please I promise I won't hurt you. I want you. I want to fuck you." I bring my lips to hers before she can protest, and after a couple of seconds force my tongue into her mouth, my right hand cupping one of her lovely tits. Even through the material of her blouse and bra, I can feel her nipples getting stiff. Now moving my lips from hers, I kiss her neck and throat, my hand leaves the soft round firm breast and starts undoing the buttons of her blouse. My other hand is moving up and down the slit of her pussy, pushing the material of her panties into the now moist opening. Then she does something that causes me to let out an uncontrolled moan of my own. I feel her delicate hand pressing against the shaft of my cock. Her fingers squeeze it. I move back a little and bring my hand out from under her skirt and marble at how wet it is. With both hands I quickly finish undoing her blouse and then slide it off her shoulders. She has to let loose of my cock to allow it to be completely removed. As she does this I realize that the door is still unlocked and anyone can come in. I start to say something when I hear my innocent little helper say, "Ohhh, please. I want to see your....your cock. Let me take it out." I bring her hands to my zipper and the noise of it being pulled down seems to fill the room. I move back and she looks up at me, a look in her face I have seen before from other women as I prepare to fuck them, but the first time I have seen it in her eyes. I unclasp the front hook of her bra, freeing her lovely tits. The sight of the young mounds of flesh cause my cock to jump in her hands and she lets go for a second. I quickly slide the bra off her and then with my hands on her shoulders push her to her knees. "Jackie, suck me, suck my cock baby. Wrap those sweet lips of yours around it." She doesn't smile, her face is flushed, her eyes wide as she looks up at me and then at the hard meat just touching her chin. She sticks out her tongue and touches it. "Ohhh, yes. Kiss it darling. Kiss it and then lift it up and run your tongue up and down the bottom side. Ohhhh, yes that's it. Yesssss. ummmmm, ohhhh, baby. Now cup my balls with one of your hands and wrap the other around the shaft. Yes. That's it darling. Ohhhh, yes, that feels sooooo good. Now baby, take it in your mouth. Suck on it like you would candy. Ummmmmmmm." The sweet young little girl is turning into a hot slutty cock sucker. Ohhhh. I feel her take more of my cock into her moist mouth, putting pressure on it, her hand moving up and down the half that is still free of her lips. Her hand squeezes my balls and I move both hands down to cup her tits and play with their hard nipples. This causes her to moan out a little more. "That's it cunt. Ohhh, suck me. Suck my hard cock. I love it." She now moves her head back and forth along the shaft, taking more and more prick into her young mouth. Her head is now moving faster and now it is me who needs to slightly lean on the counter. The door to the shop opens and a couple comes inside. They can't see the young slut sucking my cock, but they can see me sweating. "Sorrrrrry .....sorry folks I'm closing." The man asks; "Are you all right?" "I have a little fever coming on and want to close early and I'm sorry. Could you push the latch so the door locks as you leave. The man looks at his wife and then the door and says "Yes." I notice the woman with a tight lip smile on her face. She looks at the counter as if she can see through it and winks at me. As the man has his back to me, locking the door, I wink at the woman and smile. She smiles back and puckers her lips and gives a sucking motion. She quickly stops when her husband turns back to me. He tells me he hopes I feel better and they leave. The whole time, the young hot cunt is sucking my shaft into her mouth. As I look down and I see her skirt pulled up and one hand inside her panties. I smile at her and whisper, "That was close you little tease. Ohhh, man, finger that hot cunt of yours. I want you to cum just as I do. I want to cum in your mouth." She continues to suck me, her fingers buried in her slit, her other hand cupping my balls. I feel the load about to explode. I remove her hand and pull my cock out of her mouth. She looks up, pouting, "Ohhhh, don't. Please sir. Cum in my mouth, Please." "Open your mouth baby. I want to jack this load into your mouth and all over your face." I take my stiff rod in my hand and move my hand up and down it, looking into her sweet face. Then I start to cum. The first large wad goes right on her outstretched tongue and the next, because she closes her mouth hits her left cheek and chin. My third wad goes partly into her opening mouth and the rest hits her upper lip. I aim my cock at her tits and spray them with the next two loads. Then I push the head of my cock into her mouth and she sucks onto it like a baby on a tit. Grabbing the back of her head I move my cock in and out of her mouth, till the last little bit of cum leaves me. She continues to suck me, taking all my juices and swallowing. I pull my cock from her lips, a string of white sticky cum, one end in her mouth and the other on the slit of my cock. She quickly licks it into her mouth. Looking up at me, "Did I do it right sir?" I laugh and she gives me a hurt look. "Oh, baby, you were great. Honest. You are a real cock sucker. I will be wanting it every night from now on. It's just you look so sweet and innocent covered in cum." I pull her up and reach for a napkin. "Here sweet. Clean yourself up. We still have time left before the shop is suppose to be closed. How would you like me to eat your pussy?" 'Oh, yes sir. Oh, that would be soooooo coool. My girlfriend told me how good it felt when her boyfriend ate her. Please, will you eat me?" "Ahhh, darling. I will eat that hot cunt of yours till you can't walk and then I'm going to fuck you. Lets turn out the lights and go to the back room." As I follow the sexy young slut back, I think, (I may not be making any money tonight, but my cock can't count so what the hell.) The Night Shift It was 1:30am Sunday morning and I was bored. I'd been out for a drink with some friends but was now home and not at all sleepy. I'd tried watching TV, zapping through channels without finding anything remotely interesting. I'd tried reading a book but my restless mind couldn't focus. I knew why I was restless and the realization shocked me...it was the weekend and I hadn't seen my girlfriend!!! We had been dating for about a month and this was the first time we had not spent the Saturday evening together. Tonight though she was working a night shift and I was surprised to find that I was missing her company! Of course we'd been texting all evening during periods when she wasn't too busy. Flirtatious messages mostly, that were only increasing my feelings of restlessness and frustration! My friends had teased me mercilessly when they realized that I was sharing our lads evening with my absent girlfriend. I had bashfully rejected their claims that I was smitten with her....that I was in luuuurvvve, as my mate Dave put it! Privately though, I had to admit that whilst love was putting it a bit too strong, I was definitely finding that my thoughts, both romantic and raunchy, were with Suzy constantly!! I lounged on my sofa reflecting on our few weeks together so far, while Sky Sports' eternal repetition of the day's sports headlines played on in the background, unwatched yet unremitting. We'd met in a bar. I was with my friends and she was with her work colleagues. My mate Justin was crashing and burning spectacularly with a young colleague of Suzy's. This was a regular feature of my Friday night entertainment, back when I was single! Justin is a nice guy, but loud, brash and significantly plainer looking and less attractive than his over-confident mind would ever accept. Consequently the sight of this middling thirty-something rather hopelessly chasing the skirt of attractive, out of his league, usually much younger, women was a usual consequence of any alcohol-fuelled evening. The variety of manners in which he succeeded in failing, never ceased to amaze and amuse the rest of us though, and often resulted in breaking the ice with other groups of drinkers in whichever bar we had landed in that night. That night, Justin's spectacular inadequacy had resulted in my meeting Suzy. We were both easily the shyest members of our respective packs, so the ice between the groups was not so much as broken as melting in a puddle before the two of us had plucked up the courage to transfer timid glances into stuttering remarks and eventually relaxed and even spirited conversation. The evening had come to quite an abrupt end when Geoff, always the least able to hold his drink, was beginning to make a nuisance of himself by attempting to dance with the pretty young bar staff as they collected empty glasses. I was the designated driver for the evening, so when it was time for him to leave, I had to leave also. I thanked Suzy for a lovely evening, to which she blushed very cutely and said something in reply that I didn't hear. I took a big breath and hurriedly asked her if she'd like to go out sometime. She didn't hear or didn't understand what I had said, so I repeated it louder and more slowly...just as the music quietened dramatically...broadcasting my loud invitation to the whole bar to my acute embarrassment! I recall the look of shock on Suzy's face, before she regained her composure and accepted my invitation with agonizingly shy cuteness! My friends, never slow to capitalize on an embarrassing moment roared their approval of my 'scoring'! All I could do was usher a blushing Suzy to a slightly less public corner, apologize for my infantile friends, and obtain her number. A few weeks later and here I am unable to function on a Saturday night without thinking about her! My phone buzzed as an SMS was received and I snatched it up eagerly. It was from Suzy, as I'd hoped! She'd mentioned earlier that it was really hot in the lab where she performs quality assurance tests of her company's food products. I hadn't given it much thought at the time. I text back She quickly responded I replied Came the reply. I replied with unseemly haste! She replied My thumb hovered over the send button for a few seconds before sending. Would she think I'm being silly? It had only been a few short weeks. I waited agonizingly for a reply...which took ages in coming. Or maybe it only appeared to be ages, since I was sitting with the phone in my hand apprehensively waiting for it to buzz. Came the reply. A wave of goosebumps washed over me on reading that last text. I think I already knew that she was as excited about our blossoming relationship as I was, but the teasing of my friends earlier this evening and perhaps made me over-sensitive. Now I had confirmation of her feelings and I felt nothing short of joy! Of course now I was even more restless!! Her break would be in about an hour, so I would have to find something to do in order to avoid each minute feeling like ten! An idea occurred to me. Her workplace was only 15 minutes away, so why don't I fix her something to eat and take it to her?! Was that romantic, or was it ridiculous? In the end I resolved to stop second guessing myself and just do what feels good. I was sure this would surprise her, in a good way! I dashed to the kitchen and rapidly threw together a basic pasta al forno dish and quickly took a shower and had a shave whilst the cheese topping browned deliciously in the oven. Despite last minute misgivings that I was going to look like a complete idiot turning up at her workplace with a pyrex dish of steaming pasta, I got into the car and drove the short distance to her workplace. Halfway there, I received another text from Suzy. She had started her break and was asking me to call. I ignored the text and raced faster the final couple of miles, parking up in the visitors' car park. The phone buzzed again. I hit the call button and she answered almost immediately, her soft, lightly accented voice purring into my ear. "I thought that might get your attention!" she said, and laughed a laugh that caressed my heart. "I thought you might be hungry, so I'm parked in your carpark with a dish of pasta that is beginning to burn through my trousers!" I replied "No way!!!" She shrieked "Oh my god honey, you are the sweetest man! I'm starving! Wait for me at the night security desk and I'll come and get you! See you in a minute!" She hung up and I made my way quickly across the few metres to the reception doors. With some effort I managed to rouse the curiosity of the security guard and was in the midst of explaining for the third time the nature of my visit, when Suzy arrived, beaming a full, enthusiastic smile. She had her long brown tousled hair loose and was wearing her white lab coat, buttoned closed, which accentuated the slimness of her waist and caused the fabric to hug the curve of her hips. The top two or three buttons were undone, revealing a 'V' of pale soft flesh and the delicate line of her neck, unadorned today of any neckchain. Below the hem of her coat I could see her toned calves and slim ankles. She wore practical black shoes with the minimum of heel. I was eventually allowed in and Suzy rather daintily kissed my cheek before leading me briskly to her work area whilst she explained with breathless energy that I wasn't really allowed in but the place was practically deserted, so we should be ok. I had never known her walk quite so quickly and found myself almost skipping along to keep up with her. The quick light click of her shoes on the polished tile floors contrasted with the dull thud of my heavier boots as we walked. It surprised me to see her bare legs flashing beneath the coat. She always wore jeans or fitted slacks when we went out, so I had assumed that's what she wore to work also. I was keen to see how she looked in a skirt! She led me not to her lab, but to a break-out common room nearby that served as a rest area, locker room and eating space. It was rather antiseptically decorated with white paint and corporate promotional prints. A kitchenette occupied one corner, containing microwave oven, kettle, sink, fridge and dishwasher. A row of lockers lined one wall opposite large windows, which through steel grey blinds could be seen the less than attractive sight of the roof of an adjacent office. A couple of Formica tables, with accompanying chairs dominated the centre of the room. The only concession to comfort was a slate grey padded sofa, twin matching armchairs and black Ikea coffee table that occupied the remaining space. Once in the room, which was empty of any other occupants, I felt the wave of heat strike me. The windows were open to their maximum, but they were fighting a losing battle against the malfunctioning heating system. I handed Suzy the pasta bake and she took it to the kitchenette, where she had a tub of salad waiting for her in the fridge. Bending down at the waist to open the door, the neck of her lab coat bowed open slightly, allowing me a tantalizing and brief glimpse of her cleavage. My eyes travelled along her back to her bottom, which she had now innocently pointed towards me and which I less than innocently appreciated! "Oh Steve honey, do you mind getting my cutlery and plate from my locker? It's the third from the left" She asked as she straightened up. "We all bring our own" I did as requested. Trotting over to her locker and opening the hinged door. It was as orderly arranged as I was coming to expect from her. Everything had its place. There was no mess and no pile of items brought to work on previous days and forgotten. It was not without surprises though. Neatly folded on the base of the locker was a pile of clothes. It looked like a pair of dark grey trousers on the bottom, under a thin white cotton garment, presumably a t-shirt, and on top, a thicker black garment, maybe acrylic, no doubt a sweater. Spare clothes, possibly...except that perched on the top were a pair of tan tights. They weren't rolled into a ball like you'd expect of a spare pair, or in a box. They were folded and slightly wrinkled, as they would be had they been recently taken off. My heart seemed to skip a beat and I could feel colour begin to burn my cheeks. Since an adolescent, I had always had a bit of a thing for white tunics of the type worn often by doctors, dentists, beauticians and...lab technicians. I think it stemmed from my local dental surgery, where the sole dental assistant, a woman who I suppose was in her late thirties and who to me at that time was exotically middle-aged, wore a white tunic uniform. I would be spellbound by her trim figure, her classic, but rather severe make-up, and by the fact that when she bent over for the filing cabinet I could clearly see her panties through the thin white material of her tunic! The attraction and associated fantasies have stuck with me ever since and now the thought that my girlfriend might be wearing nothing but her underwear beneath her lab coat sent pulses of desire through my body. I hadn't detected any obvious clues when Suzy was bent over by the fridge, but hers is quite a thick material. "Are you ok honey? Aren't they there?" She called and started walking towards me. "Yep, got them" I replied. "Sorry, just being nosy!" "Oh there's nothing of much interest in there" She replied. I turned around to face her. "Apart from your clothes!" I replied, laughing. I could see her immediately begin to blush, but there was a sparkle in her ice blue eyes. "Trust you to notice that!! You don't miss a trick, do you?!" She exclaimed. My laugh had an edge to it of nervous excitement. I was like a teenager again! "I knew something didn't add up Suzy! I noticed your bare legs and thought that odd in winter and of course you always wear trousers! Then I glimpsed your cleavage just now...which was lovely...thankyou! And then I thought...it's so hot in here, and yet you have your lab coat buttoned up! Very odd!" "Well deduced Mr Holmes!" she mocked "Elementary my dear Watson" I replied. "Although to be fair, without the pile of clothes in your locker, I wouldn't have put 2 and 2 together" "It's so hot babe...and I'm the only one here now, so I've been flouncing around in just my undies! With my lab coat over the top, I hasten to add!!! Albeit unbuttoned!" She leant back against one of the tables as I approached her with plate and cutlery forgotten. Our eyes were locked together. A switch had been flipped somewhere that now filled the steamy heavy air of the common room with an electric current. "Well, don't think you have to cover up on my account Suzy. You must be sweltering in that coat" My voice had taken on the huskier tone of desire. I stroked her cheek softly with the backs of my fingers, noting how she closed her eyes and held her breath and lifted her chin. She allowed my fingertips to trace the line of her jaw and drift over her lips, which parted instinctively at my touch. With the back of my index finger I barely caressed her neck, then drifted my fingers over her prominent collar bone and brushed a tress of her hair gently over her shoulder. She opened her eyes, fixing them again on mine as my fingers slid over her chest, feeling the softness of her skin, tracing the rising mounds of her breasts. Her lips parted as though she needed to say something, but all that was emitted was a soft sigh. I arrived at her first button and it slipped open easily and her eyebrow arched as it did so, her mouth subtly smiled. The second proved more troublesome, requiring both my hands before it was freed and then the third was open too, the furthest I could reach without having to bend down. I held the unfastened ends of her coat and opened them slowly, pulling my gaze away from Suzy's eyes as I did so. Her breasts, full and creamy white, were rising and falling in rhythm to her quickening breaths. Her skin which I knew to be smooth and free of freckle or blemish was porcelain-clear against the midnight blue of her lacy bra. My fingers continued their exploration, running over her breasts which were held firmly within the teasingly semi-transparent cups of her bra. The bra pushed her full breasts together to create a deep, plunging cleavage, the length of which I now teased with my fingertip, before fanning my hands and cupping her breasts. I could just about make out the dark areolas which circled her nipples and I gently smoothed my thumbs over them, feeling the hardness of her buds. I heard her sigh and raised my gaze to her eyes again. "You're being very naughty" she breathed softly. "What if someone comes in?" "How likely is that to happen?" I replied. Genuinely wondering whether I should stop. "I'd say virtually no chance at all!" She answered with a smile and wrapped an arm around my neck, pulling my head down to hers. We kissed...softly. Our lips touched and partied subtly at first. Her fingernails scratched gently on the nape of my neck. I sucked her bottom lip between mine before politely offering the tip of my tongue. Her tongue accepted my invitation, welcomed my tongue into her mouth. Our tongues caressed and played and our stimulated, moistened lips slid against one another's. Our passion rose and our kisses deepened and hardened. I slid my arms around her, inside her lab coat, feeling under my hands the cool smoothness of her back. My hands felt the movement of her shoulder blades, the thin tight strap and clasp of her bra, the delicate indentation of her spine, the hollow curve of the small of her back and the softness of her hips I caressed her bottom, and squeezed her full round and firm buttocks through the flimsy lace of her knickers. I pulled her hips tight against mine, allowing the hardness of my growing arousal to press against her stomach. I felt one of her hands slip to my bum also holding me tightly against her and I moved my hips against hers, in doing so, rubbing my hardness against her. A sigh escaped from her mouth and she gripped me tighter, pushed against me in return and kissed me with even greater ferocity. I pulled away from our kiss and looked into her eyes, seeing in them the same desire that I'm sure she could see in mine also. I opened her coat again and again ran my fingers over her chest and along her cleavage. I could see a subtle pink flush blossoming near the base of her neck and I stooped to kiss it softly. Then I kissed the swell of her breasts and traced my tongue along the walls of the valley between them. I cupped her breasts again, though more firmly this time and rubbed her nipples through the lace. Now they were swollen and hard as I sucked them. The material felt rough against my tongue, contrasting with the softness of her skin swelling above the bra cups. I needed to see and hold and kiss her bare breasts. I needed to bury my head into her naked unrestrained cleavage and feel her heart pound against my face. I slipped my fingers under the straps of her bra and slid them up to her shoulders, lifting the thin straps as I did so. I swept them both simultaneously off her shoulders, caressing as my hands travelled down her upper arms. This also served to push back the sleeves of the lab coat too and I continued until Suzy was able to pull her hands free completely of both the straps and the coat. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me deeply as the coat fell to the floor and I caressed her back and pressed by body against hers once more. I could feel the heat of her body even through my clothes and loved the way she moved her hips against me. My shy girlfriend had a fire burning inside her tonight and I loved it! I was sure she would protest at my removing her coat, but instead she was kissing me passionately and writhing seductively against me. I hadn't intended nor expected events to take this turn when I decided to visit tonight. I never imagined she would allow this! I wanted to make love to her now, here in this room at her workplace! I wanted her to touch me and stroke me and take me inside her! I unclasped her bra and ran my hands up and down her slim back, feeling her press even tighter against me. I fanned my hands over her bum and pulled her against the hard bulge in my jeans and she pressed harder still in response. I slid my hands into her panties and grasped her buttocks...squeezing, fondling, pushing her knickers off her hips, off her bum. "Oh baby yes, yes. I want you Steve!" She breathlessly gasped as she finally broke our kiss and frantically fumbled with my belt and my buttons. I watched her full breasts swayed and bounced as she pulled open my fly and forced my jeans off my hips and over my aching erection. For a brief moment she held it in one hand through the stretched fabric of my shorts, squeezing and rubbing, before abandoning that approach and delving the hand into my shorts and grasping my shaft firmly, causing me to gasp. I released a buttock and thrust my hand between our bodies and between her thighs and cupped her mound. I could feel her trimmed prickly pubic hairs against the heel of my hand and the soft, wet folds of her swollen lips against my fingers. Her grip on my stiff shaft was tight as she stroked it up and down. Her hard and fast pulls exposed my dark crown and smacked my heavy balls with each pump. We were both too aroused for subtlety now and I responded by pushing my fingers deep into her pussy, making her gasp out loud. The Night Shift I sighed as the last employee left the now deserted aquarium. I closed the door, and locked it, before turning to walk down the darker halls, mainly lit by the softly glowing tanks of fish. The aquarium itself never really got too dark. There were lights that didn't go off in the aquarium tanks themselves, and the like most buildings, some lights just stayed on, regardless what switches were turned off. The building was like an entirely different place in my mind. I was literally the only thing walking in this building. It was my first time on the night shift. And there was reason. I was simply put here. The past week had been crazy. I had come back from a small vacation, only to find out that there was a new attraction in our tanks. And she was bringing in tourists from all over the world. I still could hardly believe that she was even still part of the aquarium. While I was on vacation, apparently some fisherman had stumbled across a mermaid. Yeah, a mermaid. I still couldn't wrap my mind around it. The fisherman I guess pretty much sold her to the aquarium, and now, we were making up whatever amount they paid by showing her off in the biggest tank we had. Thing is, she wasn't exactly the most friendly person...or mermaid. Her first days here, she attacked dive crews who take the job of cleaning the interior of the tanks. It's basically what I do. Tank maintenance. It's a daily and nightly job. So this mermaid, obviously wasn't too fond of her new home, or of the constant strangers. I'm guessing the people who constantly swarmed the tank in hopes of seeing her weren't her cup of tea either. Honestly, I don't know how she thinks. However, the day I returned and found out the surprise (rather abruptly I might add), I was told that she actually wasn't that aggressive toward me. Now the first time she met me...she was aggressive. And I flipped. Talk about fear taking over the system, all I could do was just think of old legends and myths of sailors who had been lured to a watery grave by the beauty of sea sirens and stuff like that. If she was being aggressive with other divers, perhaps there was some truth to such legends. However, she didn't seem that harmful or aggressive with me. And the managers took notice of that. They told me I would be moved to the night shift until further notice to do the maintenance on the big tank. Honestly, I don't know why. The tank is huge. There is no way I can finish it on my own in one night. If I were to guess, they just prefer the night crew to be as safe as possible, and seeing how I'm the only one this mermaid wouldn't attack or bother, I was the logical choice. I don't know. I walked through the hallways, into the employee grounds. I came across a computer, which I sat at for a brief moment and began to play some music through it. The computer was hooked up to the speakers around the main tank. The speakers were both in and out of the water, and were used primarily for performances by underwater dancers or whatnot. And it worked. It was weird, but it worked. The dancers could hear the music underwater almost as well as one could out of water. Can't begin to imagine how much such a system is worth, and technically, I wasn't supposed to touch it or use it. But every night shift used them. I put on some soft classic rock (Southern Cross by Crosby, Stills, and Nash came on first), and headed for the locker room. There I stripped my normal clothes off, and put on my short-sleeved wetsuit. The wetsuit was black, with blue lining. I wore it whenever I dove the waters of the tank. The water was warm, but some people probably wouldn't appreciate a half-naked man cleaning the tank while they watched the fish of the world swim around. I put it on, grabbed my fins, and mask, before I headed to the equipment room for a weight belt and SCUBA tank. I won't lie, I love this job. Does it have it's dirty moments? Yeah. I am after all cleaning up the waste of countless fish and other aquatic animals. But the underwater environment to me is just my ultimate escape. When you submerge beneath the waves, you drown out the other world. You can't hear anything of it. It's beyond peaceful and relaxing. I'll go out on a limb and say that perhaps the ocean is Heaven. You can't live in it because you're not ready. Okay that was silly, but in my book it's a close second. I just feel relaxed when I'm underwater... I will say that in the recent days, any relaxation has been replaced with nervousness and anxiety. I can't exactly say that I've been feeling okay knowing that perhaps she is just biding her time with me. I don't know how to feel anymore. Not that I can help it. I'm on the night shift now, and I got a job to do. I sat on one of ledges near the entrance of the tank on the catwalk as I put my fins on, and strapped on the equipment. The tank is huge, one of the largest in the country if I say so, myself. I work at a small aquarium in Australia. I'm from the States, but found small work here. Don't know how long it'll last me, but for now, I'm enjoying the quiet life out here. The tank I work in, this huge tank is big. It houses a man-made and natural reef, as well as a small kelp forest and the length of the walk to see it in it's entirety is quite a walk. I guess it's a local attraction. A diamond in the rough if you want me to get poetic. I strapped on the tank, and put my dive mask over my eyes, before I slowly slipped off the ledge and pushed myself out amongst the surface of the water. I floated freely for a moment before I lowered my mask and loosened a valve on the vest of the tank, to allow me to sink below the surface. I placed the regulator in my mouth, and breathed comfortably, a torrent of bubbles escaping my mouth with each breath I took. I drug my cleaning equipment along as I sank and eventually got to the glass wall. The first thing I would do was scrub the tank walls. It mainly cleared the algae off the glass, which if left untampered, could grow and obstruct the views of customers. It was our job to keep it clear of the glass. A relatively simple task. For a while, as I continued to work and listen to the music, I began to relax. I'd caught a glimpse or two of the mermaid, and she knew I was there. She really hadn't done anything to me. Maybe this was just a way for the aquarium to settle her. Maybe she wouldn't bother the day crews tomorrow? I didn't know. My thoughts were interrupted when I was suddenly pulled down towards the bottom of the tank. The tank depth varied. It could be shallow in some areas, only ranging to twenty feet, or go as deep as 300 feet. Deep. I was being drug down to around eighty feet, and I knew who was dragging me as her tail was in my sight. I began to breathe hard into the regulator. Was she finally going to make a move to attack or harm me? I couldn't do anything, as I didn't have my dive knife or any method of protecting myself against her. She brought me to the bottom and, pressed me against the sand. She sat over me. I just continued to breathe as my eyes were fixed on hers. Length-wise, she was much longer than I was. Sure, her torso was pretty much the same as me, but her tail outgrew my body, giving her a length of maybe seven or even eight feet. Her torso was the color of a human woman of course, but at the hips, it began to change into a deep blue. There were a couple fins on that tail which were lighter blue, and her flukes were the same color. On her chest around the rib area, there were gill slits that of course helped her breathe down here, but her anatomy to me was a mystery beyond that. Heck, everything I knew of the ocean kinda pointed to the fact that mermaids were nothing more than myth. Now I was in a tank with one. Go figure. Her dirty blonde hair draped across her shoulders, and covered her breast area. She had been given a bikini top to cover her breasts which weren't that big, but a public place was a public place. She couldn't just swim naked when there were children perhaps present. Her emerald-green eyes looked down at me. She gave me a small smile, before she reached for the regulator in my mouth. She began to pull it out, but when I realized what she was doing, my teeth clamped down on it. I didn't know too much, but she had to know that I lacked gills. I could not breathe down here, and I wasn't gonna let her take my only air supply. She tugged, and I bit down, bubbles escaping to the surface with each rasp breath I had. I shook my head rapidly, but she just looked at me with a calm look. As if telling me not to be afraid. Like that was possible. She tugged again, and the hose came off the regulator, rendering it useless. I began to look for the hose as the air began to rush out of it, and I spat the regulator out, holding to what little air I had. The mermaid however, pushed me back and grabbed my hands, as if trying to calm me. I tried to break free of the grasp, swim for the surface, get out of this tank, but she had me pinned. I wasn't going anywhere. Never before had I ever had the experience of nearly drowning, and obviously, I really didn't care to find out how it felt, but my body began to kick out the stale air my lungs had. I couldn't hold on much longer. I grunted and tried to thrash and break free. But she held me, and even let go of one of my hands and put a finger to her mouth as if telling me to shush. I grasped my throat with my free hand as I felt my lungs give in and I took a watery inhale. Immediately, my body recognized the foreign liquid and tried to cough it up. More bubbles escaped my mouth as I coughed again and again, only inhaling more water. I can't remember much about how it felt, but after a few more coughs, the bubbles ceased, and all I could do was take weak and small gasps which didn't help me breathe. The mermaid then smiled and leaned closer. I barely clung to my consciousness as she got closer still, and put her mouth over mine, in a small, but deep kiss. In my blank state of mind, I couldn't exactly do anything to return the kiss, so it was mainly her giving the kiss, and me just kinda laying there, But as soon as she broke the kiss, I felt my lungs inhale, and...I felt my strength return. My eyes opened wide as I began to comprehend what was going on. I was breathing. I was breathing underwater! This wasn't possible! That thought was put to rest. I was in a tank with a mermaid. I guess anything was possible now. I took another watery inhale, ad a few stray bubbles that were in my lungs slowly escaped and raced for the surface. Finally, she looked at me, and in one of the most divine voices I'd ever heard, she asked, "Are you okay?" She spoke to me. She was speaking to me. No one in the aquarium had known if she was able to speak or communicate in any way. And now, she was speaking to me underwater, in my language no less. How? How did she know our language? How was I breathing? How was any of this even happening? She spoke again! "I know, you're likely a little confused, and scared. I'm sorry I startled you...it's just that I cannot speak to you unless you breathe like me." I finally decided to break my silence, or at least attempt to. I opened my mouth, and found that I had to put a little more effort into my speech. My vocal chords weren't exactly used to speaking underwater. "How...how is this possible?" "I'm sorry..." she said. "In order for you to breathe underwater, your lungs had to be introduced to the water. I know that probably didn't feel too good, but after I kissed you, your body was able to recognize the environment, and survive in it." I didn't say anything. I just kinda shrugged, and as the tank ran out of air through the damaged hose, I slowly took it off and looked back to her. "Well...what...what do you want with me?" She gave a small smile and placed a hand on my cheek. It was cool to the touch, but not uncomfortably so. In fact, it was quite pleasing. "Don't be afraid...I know this may seem strange, but I've been very lonely here in the time I've been held here. I yearn to once more swim the currents of the sea, but I couldn't exactly get others to understand that. The other divers, they don't really care so much. The day I saw you...something told me you were different. You treat this place with a respect the others don't have." "Well..." I replied, working my legs out from under her tail. I wasn't gonna run...yet...but I did want a little space. "I do hold the ocean in respect. I have long studied it, long lived near it, long explored what I can of it." I looked to her. "I never actually thought people like you existed." She smiled and replied, "We like to keep secretive nowadays. I don't really like the fact that I was caught, but there are those few lucky land-dwellers that know of us, and gain our trust. We don't just give that to anyone." I wasn't sure how to take that. "Are you saying, I'm one of those people?" "Yes." she said. "Or at least, I want you to be. We are careful with who we show ourselves to, or communicate with. Other land-dwellers who know of us usually protect out existence in vows of secrecy." I shrugged a bit. "I guess...I guess that doesn't really help here...you are being shown to people from all over the world." The mermaid sighed. "I know...and perhaps the time will come when more will reveal themselves...I don't suppose you could help me escape..." I chuckled. "I can't really say that I can. The ocean is still a trip away from here, and I would have no idea how to even get you outside..." I said this pretty much right off the bat. I honestly didn't know how. I couldn't just carry her out, because though we were underwater, when she was over me, I could tell that her tail definitely had some weight to it. Who knew just how much she weighed out of water. She gave a small smile of slight sorrow. "I didn't think so. But I don't mind...I'm just thankful that not everyone here is so heartless..." I chuckled a bit. "Well...I gotta say that this feeling is pretty awesome. Ever since I was little, I've wanted to breathe underwater...I didn't think it was actually possible." The mermaid smiled, and said, "Well just be careful...if you go above the surface, the effect wears off. You'll have to go through the process of introducing your lungs to water again, and I'll have to kiss you again." "Got it..." I said giving a playful smile. "Gotta drown myself if I wanna breathe again." I said with a bit of a chuckle. Then I got a bit more sentimental. "I can't exactly say I'd understand how you feel. I won't deny, I don't know if what the aquarium is doing is right. I mean...you have emotion and feelings. I don't think you belong in a tank. I'm sorry to see you in such a position." She heard his words, and though there was some pain, the small smile came back. "I'm glad you mean that...I know that if you knew of a way, you would help me...but honestly...I'm just happy that you're giving me some company..." "Well..." I said, unsure how to feel, but I will not deny, I was starting to feel warm inside just speaking to her, "I can't deny that you're a very unique company to have. Thank you...thank you for letting me experience such a feeling..." She smiled and reached out a slightly webbed hand. I wasn't sure what to think of this. On one hand, a big part of me was telling me to take the hand, and see what happens. She's done nothing to make you think that she means you harm. Heck she prevented me from drowning...fully. On the other hand, the mind was saying, "You're supposed to working." To hell with it. I reached out and grabbed her hand, and she gently grasped my fingers, before gently pulling me through the tank, leaving the empty and broken air tank behind. She took me through the reef where I knew she normally hung around, passed many of the reef fish, and schools that formed around the waters, and toward the deeper parts of the tank to where the kelp were. I still had my mask, though I wasn't sure if I needed it anymore. I kept it on just to see my surroundings here. Seeing the reef in such a way was nothing short of amazing. The fish that saw me took little to no notice. Not surprising. I knew they didn't have the brainpower to comprehend the fact that I normally couldn't live down here. I knew that the tank we were in was home to a pod of dolphins, but at the moment they were nowhere to be seen. She took me deep amongst the kelp, and to a place where the windows I was supposed to be cleaning were out of sight. She lay me against the sand, as a few of the small fish in the tank scattered at our presence. I looked to her, "Do you often come here to escape the people on the other side?" She nodded. "I have a few places I like to hide in this place. But that's not important...I can't believe I didn't ask this before...but...what is your name?" "My name?" I repeated. "...well...I'm Travis..." "Travis..." she repeated before smiling at me again. "I like that name..." She looked at me and said, "My name is Melodia." I felt myself smiling. I couldn't deny that I could feel her sense of shyness toward me. "That's beautiful..." I said. I saw her blush. "It's nothing too special." "Maybe in your mind...I don't really know anyone by that name though..." I replied. She smiled and looked back to me, for when she blushed, she had hidden her face from me. She was about to say something when we both heard some clicks, and three dolphins swam through the kelps. I chuckled a bit at them as they slowly passed through, gazing at us. One of them gently nuzzled me. I gently stroked it, for I knew this dolphin well. She smiled and giggled. "He's worried about you. He doesn't know you can breathe right now." I looked to her. "How do you know that?" She smiled and responded, "Well, my kind have the ability to communicate with them. They are very intelligent you know." "Oh I know..." I said smiling. "Dolphins are regarded highly by humans." I continued to rub the dolphin slightly, and even gave it's beak a small kiss. "It's okay, buddy. I'm not in any danger right now..." Melodia smiled and said, "He really likes you." "Well, he and I have a small history. I was part of the team that saved him from an old fishnet he had gotten tangled up in." Heck I think the poor guy still had some scars near his fins from the net. "I call him Lucky. I did whatever I could to help the little guy swim strong again. He's getting stronger everyday." Melodia came closer to the dolphin and gently stroked him, while seemingly whispering to it in a tongue I couldn't understand. I guess that was the way she spoke with it. She looked to me, and said, "You have a big heart to help him when he is helpless." "I guess." I said, as Lucky swam off with the other dolphins. "Honestly...I just try to respect all creatures on this planet to the best of my ability. I work here to learn what I can to help preserve our world." Melodia smiled as she looked at me. "Thank you...not many think like you do..." I returned the smile and replied, "No need to thank me, really..." She smiled, and sat close to me, and strangely, I didn't mind it. I sat myself in the sand, the water in my lungs anchoring me to the ground, so I wouldn't float away, and guided her so that she sat between my legs. I sat back against a boulder and once again took in the environment. "This place...it's just so..." Melodia looked down. "Fake..." It was then that I remembered that Melodia was away from her home, and for the first time, I actually felt sympathy for her. "Melodia...I'm...I'm so sorry." Melodia said nothing for a moment, but leaned her head against my chest. Her hair floated into my face, so I gently began to stroke it, and guide it to her shoulders. "I know...but...I will see it again someday." I looked to her as I continued to stroke her hair, finding myself unable to stop. "Do you have many friends back there?" The Night Shift She shook her head. "We are a solemn people. It can get lonely for some of us. It's partly how we are able to stay hidden from land-dwellers as good as we can." "I guess the fact that so many can see you would make you nervous..." I replied. "It scares me..." she said. "I don't know what to expect here. I'm in a prison here." she looked to the surface so far away. "It's a big prison, but still a prison. I can't help but feel that one day, something is gonna happen to me that I won't want to happen. I don't know who to trust." I rubbed her shoulder. "Shhh...Melodia...I understand." That was a half-truth. I was starting to understand partially why she was so aggressive with other divers, but I still didn't understand why she seemed to favor me. I didn't know. The music continued to play, and I recognized Neil Young's Harvest Moon start to play and I began to softly rock her to the gentle melody, as if trying to calm her from some nightmare. "Travis, I'm scared..." she said, burying her face into my chest, though she didn't cry. I just held her to me, and though I couldn't believe I was saying this, I heard myself say, "I won't let anything bad happen to you..." She looked up to me. "Really?" I looked down to her face and after a moment, I nodded. "Yes...if I must, I will find out something to get you back to your home. Melodia...I will make sure no harm comes to you..." She continued to look at me, and I at her. I felt my face drawing closer to hers, and I even saw her mouth slightly part. Was I really about to do this? Was I really meaning what I said, or mean what I was about to do. I made the approach, and put my mouth on hers. She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around my neck as we kissed. I gently suckled and nibbled her lips for a moment before I pushed my tongue into her mouth. The water was salty, but it didn't bug me. I didn't know if that was because of what she did to help me adapt or whatnot, but he didn't care. She tasted sweet to him. Smooth and sweet. For a moment, he wasn't sure how to feel. For that moment, he honestly felt like he'd known Melodia all his life, when in reality, this had been the only night they'd ever spoken to one another. He gently broke the kiss and they looked into each other's eyes for a moment. "Travis?" she asked. I was quiet at first. But after a moment, I responded, "Yes?" "Will...will you stay with me tonight?" she asked. I heard the question. I didn't know exactly what she meant in her mind, but I replied, "For as long as you want..." She smiled and this time, it was her to kiss me. I felt the boulder against my back as she pressed herself to me in the kiss. I sat there, indulging all of it. I was underwater, making out with a mermaid. A beautiful one. One who apparently liked me. A lot. She smiled and giggled. And for that moment, any fear she had, just melted away. She kissed deeper, her tongue mingling with mine, and her body just pressed and rubbed against mine. Down below, I could feel my arousal begin to make itself known, but I didn't think of it. I just continued to kiss her, and kiss her skin. I kissed her neck and shoulder areas, gently sucking the skin underneath and massaging the skin with my tongue. I heard her moan gently in the pleasure of it all. I looked to her for a moment and asked, "Melodia...have you ever felt like you've known someone your whole life, yet you've only known them a very short time?" She smiled at the question as if amused, but answered, "Is that how you feel right now?" I looked to her, and simply replied, "Melodia...may I call you Melody?" She smiled and nodded at my request, and I replied, "Well...Melody...I love you...I know that might sound strange, seeing how we barely know each other, but right now, I can't control my thoughts or feelings. I love you...maybe that's why I want to see you safe from any harm that may come your way..." She heard me say these words, before she kissed me again, and replied, "...I love you too...I want you to stay with me..." I knew that I couldn't stay down there with her. Heck if any manager knew what I was doing right now, I'd likely be fired on the spot, but right there, I didn't care. All I wanted to do right there, was show her that I wasn't going anywhere for the moment. I kissed her neck and shoulder area again, before my hand felt the string that held the bikini top in place over her breasts. I felt myself stop for a moment, as if unwilling to fully commit myself. Would she even be comfortable. She felt this and kissed and playfully nibbled my ear. Then she whispered in that divine voice, "Don't be afraid..." I head the voice, and I just slowly pulled at the string, undoing the knot. The tunic gracefully floated off her chest, exposing her, and yet she felt no shame, as the top floated away. She even went as far as to take on of my hands and place them on one. I took a watery gasp at the feel. I'd been in a relationship before, but it wasn't the best, and I'd never gotten this far in one before. Here it was only a night, and I was feeling her. I didn't know what to think. I instinctively began to softly massage and gently rub her skin. She moaned softly to my touch, but I knew that wasn't enough. I grabbed her by the shoulders and helped her turn to me. "I hope you don't mind..." I said. I smiled and lightly traced her breasts with my fingers, as if trying to give her a small stimulating feeling. I gently massaged them, played with the tips and just did what I could to give her small bits of pleasure. I heard her giggling at the touch, and that made me lean in. I began to put my face to her chest. She looked somewhat confused at my actions. Was she familiar with this? Then again, I was also kinda improvising. I didn't know if others did this. I began to kiss her chest, on the outside areas of her breast. As I suckled and massaged the skin with each kiss on or around the chest, I continued to gently trace the other breast. Any confusion she felt melted away as she gasped at my touch, and feeling. I heard her whisper, "Don't stop..." and I was more than happy to oblige. I continued to kiss all over the breast, before my mouth, finally made it to the tip. Once I found that area, I just gently sucked, and, played with that tip with my tongue. I don't know how long I did that, but I bathed in her moans as I continued to suck on the tip of her breast. I nipped it with my lips. I gently dragged my teeth along the skin. I just improvised, hoping every feeling she got was something stimulating. All the while, I was wondering just how far we would end up going. Or if it was even possible for us to go all the way. She had hinted already that there were humans and mermaids that gave themselves to one another...but it had long been speculated that mermaids were unable to engage in sexual activity with humans. Was that possible? She finally pressed herself against me and began to reach around, fumbling my clothing. I had nearly forgotten that I was still wearing my wetsuit in her presence. I blushed a bit when I realized that I had perhaps made her slightly uncomfortable. But before I could say anything, I heard her say, "How do you take this off?" I didn't know how to react. First of all...I was not as pleasant to look at as she was. Not by a long shot. I mean, she was colorful. She looked natural in her form. Humans weren't so fortunate. I was no crowd pleaser. I didn't have a colorful tail. I had pale legs. And my body was pretty hairy. "Are...are you sure?" I asked. I didn't want her to get uncomfortable, or anything. She looked at me though and said, "Please...I want to see you..." She actually started by gently grabbing my mask finally, and pulling it off. The sudden introduction of water to my eyes felt strange, but I got used to it quickly, and found that I was still able to see rather well without them. Maybe even slightly better. I smiled a bit as that was likely more comfortable for her, now not having to worry about bumping into a mask if she wanted a kiss or something. I reached back and began to undo the zipper. However, I had to gently push off and kick up. I floated up with her, and turned my back to show her the zipper. "Pull that little knob down..." She looked at the zipper and finally began to pull it. As she pulled it, I kicked off the dive fins I had on my feet, and undid the weight belt around my waist. I felt her begin to slip the wetsuit off my torso, and I got nervous again. I just felt so exposed right now, and I wasn't even naked yet. She felt my anxiety and stopped for a moment, before putting her head on my shoulder. "Don't be afraid..." "I'm not afraid, really..." I said, unsure if I meant it. "It's just...you're so...so beautiful and me...well...humans can be...not as pleasant to look at I guess..." She heard my words, and let out such a giggle. She put her cool hands on my shoulders, and kissed my cheek. She was behind me so she likely didn't see my blush, but she just replied "I think you look good. I'd like to see how you look naturally..." After a moment, I continued to let her slip the wetsuit off. It was then that I realized that my arousal was fully erect. Even if I covered it with my hands, she'd likely notice it. The wetsuit slipped and even drug along my member, making it throb. I'd not realized just how sensitive it could get in the presence of someone else. Melody continue until the wetsuit slipped off my slowly kicking feet and she let it float away. She kicked her tail, and began to circle me slowly, just looking at me, looks of curiosity all over her face, and of course she saw my manhood, sticking out, just begging for something. "Is that...is that what you use to mate with?" she asked. I was once again reminded that she likely didn't know much about human anatomy, and I responded, "Y-yes...sorry...it's just-" She touched it, and I gasped at her touch. It throbbed, and she giggled. "It looks so funny." I didn't know how to answer that, or how to react. She wasn't stroking it, she was basically tracing it, gently touching it, and it made me feel strange. I squirmed a bit at her touch, before she saw me. "Human's parts look bigger than ours..." I looked to her. "What do you mean?" "Our kind, males don't have the same shape...we're different in a way." "You mean...they also have..." I couldn't find it in myself to actually finish the sentence. Not because of morals or anything, but I found myself suddenly not wanting to offend her in any way. She looked to me and giggled. "Of course. How else would we procreate?" I suddenly heard myself ask it. "Wh-where is your...?" She looked at me and giggled. "You sound so silly when you can't finish what you want to say..." She got closer, and once again our eyes met. My God, the way she looked at me, I knew what she was thinking. Did I really want to go so far? Oh God, I did. Her tail brushed my manhood, and I once again gave an aquatic gasp. She took one of my hands in hers and began to rub an area of her tail with it. I didn't look for a moment, but I began to feel, a small...slit forming near the base of her torso. I looked. She had one! It was small, but her most private area was just there! I suddenly found myself taking control of my hand, and gently tracing and probing the area. I heard her gasp and moan , and I went nuts in my head. I just had to give her more. Another moan, and I got a little closer. I kissed her lips again. I know that the moment just now was likely a little awkward, but if there was any way I could rescue any feelings between us like this, I would. She eagerly accepted my kiss, as I continued to touch her more and more. But after a moment, she said, "Travis...I want you..." I looked to her, and stopped. I looked down. My erect manhood was just begging to see what the mermaid had to offer. I began to get nervous, and anxious at the same time. She wanted me. I wanted her too. But at the same time, I could feel so much hesitation toward the action. She wasn't human. We were of different worlds. Was this acceptable? I just didn't know what to think. But after a moment, I simply couldn't hesitate. My desire was too much, and even if I didn't want it, the body would overpower the spirit. I felt myself claw through the water, to get closer to her. She reached and accepted my body eagerly, and held me close, my manhood snug between our bodies. Against her slick and smoother tail, it was a very strange, yet pleasing and erotic feeling. I could literally drag it along the surface of her tail, and it would have felt amazing. I looked into her eyes and her mouth met mine, and my body gave into lust. I now knew fully that I wanted her. I gave way to the passion she offered in that kiss, and I felt my body go limp. He couldn't believe this was happening. I found the strength to wrap my legs around the tail, and my member brushed the tail. My God...the feeling was amazing. I heard her giggle in a small ticklish way, and I just let out a few breaths of pleasure. I brushed her tail again. Again..until I finally felt that familiar place I had felt not that long ago. The tip of my member lay at her opening, and I heard her give a small moan as it brushed. I throbbed a bit and trembled at the feeling. It simply sitting there felt wonderful. I needed to have more. I began to push at her, slowly. She gave a small gasp and a moan in pleasure as I began to enter. Oh my God, the feeling is almost unexplainable, and I still cannot find the right words to express what it felt like. My girth was slightly larger than her opening, yet her opening had such natural lubrication, that there was little to no difficulty at all. She felt cool on the member, but not unpleasant. It was a perfect coolness, almost like one feels when they jump into a cool pool of water when the temperature is above 100. I continued to slowly enter her, coaxing out moans from the both of us, until she yelped a bit as I felt myself take a sudden thrust into her. I must have finally penetrated her. We sank slowly for a moment, hands embraced, and I just slightly rubbed hers as if to comfort her. If it was her first time, it was mine as well. I never imagined the first time being quite like this, but it could not have been better in my book. I gave her another kiss as she breathed heavily. I continued to slowly press myself into her, until I could go no further. My member was completely buried in the folds of her tail. The seabed was below us as we floated there. I awkwardly kicked, but it wasn't so much a swim kick as it was a kick just to keep me on the level with her. I embraced her back as she continued to catch her breath, and I finally decided to try and make my first move. I slowly began to withdraw myself from her tail, before slowly entering back in for my first thrust into her. The moan I heard was just so divine. I found it hard to continuously thrust into her as I floated with her in the waters of the tank, but I could feel the insides of her folds beginning to gently massage and work my girth. Oh my God, I don't know how it felt to be with another woman, but I don't know if anything could ever replace such pleasure I was feeling right there. I made my second thrust into her tail and she began to squirm and wriggle, with me still inside. This only added to the stimulating effects I felt. With her opening seemingly smaller than women of the land, was her pleasure-spot easier to find? Was this a feeling easy for me to find? Would she orgasm faster perhaps? I honestly wasn't sure...but I decided to experiment. I was new to this, so hopefully...she would like it. I thrusted again, only did a small rotating move with my pelvis. I didn't withdraw. I was trying to get my member to feel all around her inner walls. Give her such a feeling she had not known possible. She moaned louder, and even said my name. I quietly shushed her as I thrusted yet again, trying to give her even more. I heard her moaning more, and speaking to me, but I no longer focused on her beautiful voice. I was all about trying to give her more. I wanted to give her more, because whether she noticed it or not...I was feeling beyond spent. Her walls massaged my length, rubbing it, and trying to milk it of the precious seed getting ready to meet her body. I wasn't sure I was ready to let it go yet. I began to thrust a bit faster, as she continued to wriggle and squirm to my movements. We sank and hit the sandbed with a small soft landing, kicking up a small cloud of sand as we continued to work at it. I was over her, and I dug my feet into the wet sand. I gave a watery and gurgled grunt as I thrusted once more into her, and I began to feel the feeling. I tried to delay it, but it wasn't possible. I gave a gurgled moan again, and...and... I felt myself lose a little strength as I slowed my movements, but thrusted into her deeper and deeper...as deep as I could. And I felt myself release... Any kicking I did, got slower, and I felt myself fuse my legs together almost, and do thrust kicks...almost like a dolphin. That didn't last as I felt my strength weaken and after I felt a few pumps of my seed, my legs split apart again, and I just let my body weight fall on her. She moaned loudly as I felt her release a fluid over my girth. I wish I had more proper words to describe how amazing it felt... Her insides continued to massage and greedily milk my girth of the seed. I pumped a few more times, emptying myself of all I could give her. I felt my strength weakening quick, but I used all the strength I had to continue to give to her. She gasped again and again, as did I, and I felt the afterglow begin to take effect. I was spent, weakened, and in perfect ecstasy. My head lay just above her petite breasts, and I tried to find the words... "Melody...that...that was just so..." She shushed me and began to stroke my shot hair with her slightly webbed hand. I had yet to withdraw myself from her tail, but I wasn't sure I wanted to...it just felt so wonderful. However, my watch beeped, and I looked at it. My eyes widened to realize that time had indeed flown. It was five-thirty. I continued to breathe heavily, my lungs taking in and pushing out large quantities of the water, before I began to put the thoughts together. I had to get my stuff and get ready to go. Someone would soon come, and I didn't want them to see my naked on top of the mermaid laying at the bottom of the tank. I looked to her, and we shared another passionate kiss as if we both knew what was going on. I stroked her hair gently. "Melody..." I said softly. "Shhh..." she said. "Thank you..." "No...thank you..." I said. "I don't know why...but...I really feel like I know you...I can't lose you..." I said weakly... "You won't lose me..." she said back. "I won't let anything happen to you while you are here..." I said, repeating my earlier promise... I felt my member finally retreat from her tail, and she sat up. "You must get your things..." I nodded. "Melody...I know you don't like it here...but...please...don't act drastically with the others...I will find a way to help you..." She looked at me, before nodding. "Right...but...as long as you're with me, Travis...I won't be so alone..." I gave her a small kiss. "I will be back again tonight..." I don't know how long we stayed on that sandbed, for all I know, I likely didn't get out of the tank, until five to the hour. But I did get out. I got out a changed man. I turned off the music and exited the locker room with my clothes on. Just in time. My manager walked in. He looked to me. "Anything out of the ordinary happen last night? I know it was your first night shift and all." I shook my head. "No. All was quiet on the Western Front." He chuckled briefly and said, "Glad to hear. Think you'll be up for it again tonight?" The Night Shift "Absolutely, sir." I replied. "Glad to hear. Get yourself some rest, you probably need it." I nodded and watched him walk off. As he walked off, who should appear by the window, but Melodia herself. Our eyes met, and she put her hand against the glass. I gently put mine against hers. I smiled gently. I didn't know when she'd ever leave this place, but I said to her right there, unsure if she heard me or not, "I'll see you tonight, love...you're not alone anymore..." The Night Shift - Broken Heater It had all started back in the winter of 06. I had been working at a Hotel as a Guest Service Representative, GSR's they called us, for about 4 months. Having just past my probationary period 4 weeks previous I was loving my job. Earning a 'higher than minimum' wage I was finally able to start saving some money for my future. My girlfriend of a year and a half was extremely proud of me as well, exclaiming how she couldn't believe the progress I had made in my life, being that I had had difficulties holding down a job in the past. This one, however, was suiting me just fine. Before we move on I suppose I should explain myself, you see, since I haven't always had tendencies or feelings towards the same sex (aka, men). I used to be just as homophobic as the majority of guys you meet on the street. You know the ones, they can't even comment on another mans looks without looks of shock and horror! Heh... I think, however, it had all stemmed from when I was around the age of 14 or 15. Having been taken out of school at an early age I didn't get the high school experience most 'boys' did. I wasn't really exposed the high mini-skirts, the low cut tops, and the whole girlfriend thing. Perhaps another reason would have been because I had never thought myself to be good looking per-se, being home all day does wonders to ones self esteem. Maybe I thought guys would treat me better? Or perhaps that they were less likely to judge me and more likely to just do me, so to speak. That as they say, is all history. Now a days, even though I am still quite shy I worry a lot less about what others think and more about how I feel, I find myself to be a very handsome young man, not being egotistical just stating what I see in the mirror. 5'11, dark brown hair, brown eyes (with a tint of blue in the right eye), muscular arms, well, you get the picture. I do think however, that having a 'partner' whether it be girl or guy, does amazing things for ones self esteem. Someone to make you feel like you belong, make you feel wanted and needed and perhaps make you feel like your not so bad after all. So there I was, 21 years old working at the quaint hotel on the north side of town welcoming guests of all kinds!. Having been located not 5 minutes from the major highway, and a bar to boot, we would get folks coming in either dead tired or dead drunk wanting rooms. We had them all, union workers, railway workers, construction workers, police officers, business men, you name them we most likely got them. Most of them would only stay for a few days at a time, but the few of them staying for week-long intervals is what kept the hotel going. It was great. Always meeting new people, interacting with many different personalities. We got people from both ends of the spectrum, ones that were funny and ones that were just down right rude, but all were interesting in their own way. Back then all I had wanted from a man was to please him, pleasure him, make him feel like a million bucks. It fascinated me watching porn how the girls would go down on the men. How deep they could go and how much they just seemed to love it. How they held the shaft of the mans dick, slowly stroking him until the moment of truth when she wrapped her lips around the head of his smooth cock, how they savoured his girth. Of course this was porn, and I knew they were supposed to act that way, but I was jealous and fascinated none the less. I must admit though, that when it comes to taste in guys I am EXTREMELY shallow, only wanting one thing, a big cock. I would search endlessly for porn that starred guys with big cocks. The bigger the cock the hotter the guy. I don't care what color, race, weight, shape they are, if they have a big dick I want them. It is funny that I am this way because with women it is the complete opposite, I only want some that loves me and someone that I can love in return, but with men I am all about the raw power that comes from a guy with a massive dick. My one biggest (pardon the pun) fantasy was to swallow large cock and suck him until he explodes inside my mouth swallowing every last drop of cum. I dreamt of putting the head of the cock in my mouth for the first time, and what it would taste like. The sensation of his shaft passing over my lips and across my tongue. The musky scent of a man as I took him all the way down my throat. Feeling the flesh of a mans cock as he gets harder and tighter as I slowly put him into my mouth for the first time. Many a night I jacked off to these thoughts... Cut or uncut, bent (but not too bent) or straight, I loved the look of a nice big juicy cock, and I wanted it BAD. It wasn't till halfway through December though that things started to change for me. Or rather, get interesting. I had switched from doing daily Front Desk work to doing our Nightly Audit. It involved 3 hours of work and 5 hours of free time. It was, in my opinion, the easiest job I had ever had. During the nights you sort of gain a rep with a lot of the regulars. The railway workers were a hoot to talk to as they all seemed to be comedic geniuses, no matter what mood I was in they could make me laugh like nobodies business. Then you'd always get your grumpy business men who by talking to them you would think all they wanted to do was sleep but no they would stand there for hours just chatting away, I attributed that to them being lonely. A few lookers but nothing to write home to mother about. We also had the Police Officers who came in at 3 in the morning from their late patrol shifts. There was one in particular however that I had gotten to know a fair bit. He had been coming for over 3 weeks by this point, having to stay because of some dispute a town west of us. Every morning like clockwork he would arrive at 3:30am. He would come in and we would chat it up for a half hour and then he would head to his room on the second floor to sleep. Police men were of course paired up in 2 beds so as to save cost on rooms for the company. But there was never 2 officers in the same room at a time. As one left to go to work, the other would come in to sleep. Brian (the Police Officer I had gotten to know), as I said, would come in and we would chat for awhile, and then he would head off to bed. It went this way for awhile until the last few days of December when he had called me at about 4:00am because of a broken heater in his room. He explained to me that is was 'damn near freezing' and needed to be taken care of right away. "Well no problem, I'll be there in a few minutes" I said. I had had quite a bit of experience fixing heaters back home so I knew it wouldn't take long. So I locked up the Front Desk, took the maintenance mans tool box and headed to his room. We had given him a room at the far end of the building almost secluded from the rest of the guests, though he must have liked it this way because he never complained. "241, 243, 245, ah here I am". I knocked gently on the door, announcing in a low voice that it is Mike from the Front Desk. As he opened the door for me I nearly dropped the tool box. There he was wearing nothing on but a bath towel which was entirely too small for his muscular physique. Apparently he had set the heat when he first came in to the room and quickly jumped in to the hot shower expecting a nice warm room when he was done. Of course when he got out of the shower he, as he said, 'damn near froze to death'. He had been spending his time, waiting for me, in the washroom, which was still steamy and warm from his shower. Being about 35 at the time I'd say he was in top shape, not robustly built but not letting himself go either. I couldn't help but notice his muscular chest and chiseled arms. He was quiet as I went over and started to work on the heater, sitting on the bed behind me watching me repair the heater. Feeling slightly uncomfortable by the silence I struck up a conversation. I asked him if the heater had been working beforehand, and to his knowledge it had been. All he or I could think of was that the previous officer had messed it up. "Damn hard isn't it?" I had exclaimed while tinkering with the heater. "Sure is." he agreed. Kneeling on the gray carpet trying to focus on fixing the heater, all I could think of was him. I kept picturing his smooth shaved chest, his strong chiseled arms and the little bit of stubble he always seemed to have, gave him a roughness that drove my senses wild. My mind went back to the fantasies I would have about sucking dick and big cocks. Trying to maintain focus on the heater I had decided it wasn't getting fixed tonight, looked as if a few parts had burnt out and we had no spares at the moment, so I turned to tell him that I didn't think I could fix it, and was caught off guard by a glimpse of his cock from underneath his towel. I quickly averted my eyes, but from what I had seen it looked to be fairly large and cut. If I had to hazard a guess I'd say it was about 5 and a half inches soft. I had a sneaking suspicion however he had noticed my accidental yet welcome gaze. "Well no worries." he said "I guess I can always stay in the washroom till morning!" he chuckled. "Just be thankful you have a towel to cover up with, wouldn't want to get frostbite." I retorted. We both laughed at that image. As he was laughing I caught another glimpse of his smooth shaft. This time however my gaze lasted a little longer. Perhaps too long as I flicked my eyes upward I noticed he had stopped laughing and was staring at me cock eyed (pun intended). At that point, thoroughly embarrassed, I apologized, and started to get up. He however had plans of his own as he placed a firm hand on my shoulder and told me it was alright. He had no problem with it, he wasn't shy about his body. And to ultimately prove his point he dropped his towel all together. It was all I could do to not outright stare. I kept looking down at the floor then back up to his dick. It was incredible, well hung, cut perfectly and neatly trimmed. I noticed however that I was wrong about the size, from close up it looked to be more about 6 inches soft. It was the quite frankly one of hottest things I had ever seen in my life. Out of reflex I became rock hard but I was determined to stay knelt down to hide my raging hard on. But he was determined to tease me, his hands sliding up and down the shaft as if to say 'Ya I know my cock is great'. I could feel myself licking my lips ever so slightly, and he must have noticed too because he took a few steps forward bringing the tip of his dick to my lips. "Go on." he said "We both know you want it". That was for fucking sure! But I was hesitant. I had never done anything like this before, I fantasized about it many times, but I never actually thought it would happen, yet here I was. "Come on, give it a lick. It doesn't bite." he quipped playfully. And with that I slowly opened my mouth, feeling the heat rise off of his manhood I let my tongue out ever so slightly touching the tip of his dick tasting, for the first time in my life, his precum. It was different than what I thought it would be, salty but somehow really sweet. Closing my eyes I savored the taste. Becoming more adventurous I rose up sliding my tongue along his smooth shaft feeling every crevice and vein taking in the musky aroma. Slowly I reached up with my right hand and gently grasped his ever hardening cock. It was soft like babies skin yet firm and manly. I quietly opened my mouth further taking the head of his dick into my mouth. Concentrating on every bump, feeling every vein sliding in to my mouth, it was everything I imagined it would be and more. Having him in me nearly made me cum on the spot but I held back bringing his dick further, deeper into my mouth. I could feel the blood rushing into his shaft, stiffing the muscle forcing his cock to harden quickly overwhelming my mouth with its girth. By the time he was fully erect he must have been at least 9 inches. As I worked my way down the side of his long rigid shaft, consuming all that I could, letting every one of my senses go to work and take in what I was doing, he stopped me. Surprised, I looked up and he told me to follow him to the washroom where it was warmer. I Silently obeyed, walking behind him, into the washroom, he closed the door and locked it. Misty and bright I was now able to inspect him in full. He was a magnificent specimen. As I stood there taking in his form he brought his hands up to my shoulders and gently guided me back down to his throbbing cock. Grasping him between both of my hands sliding them up and down his shaft I brought my mouth back up to the head of his cock working my tongue along the underside of the head. Being a guy myself I know how much I love that, and I could tell he loved it just as much since he placed his hands on the back of my head pushing me further down on to his cock. Freeing my hands I let them explore his waist bringing my left hand to his balls I gently gave them a firm squeeze. Moaning he pushed my head more firmly on his cock, as I worked his manhood I couldn't help but moan as well. He seemed to enjoy the added vibration of my voice as he grunted even louder. As I knelt there giving this man, this police officer a blow job I couldn't help but be awe struck by what I was actually doing. My dreams and my fantasies were finally coming true. It was so hot, and I was so horny I took out my own cock with my free hand and began jacking off. As I started squeezing and rubbing my dick quickly and furiously I came all over his feet and at the height of my orgasm having convulsed so much forcing my mouth to suck deeper and harder thrusting my head down on his cock he quickly exploded as well. Holding my head tightly against his cock as he shot load after load down into my throat I swallowed it all and it tasted wonderful. All of my senses peaked and slowly brought me back to reality. I can honestly say that was the best orgasm of my life. As the moments passed I felt his cock softening in my mouth. Wanting to do him a favour I cleaned him up licking the extra cum off of his shaft. He appreciated that a lot I think. After we had cleaned up and he had gotten dressed, I apologized for not being able to fix his heater. He told me it was no problem and perhaps he would give me another call tomorrow night to see if I could try again. Agreeing I walked back down to the front desk, finished my shift, went home to bed, waiting eagerly for the next day to arrive.