Working Hard

by foto

It was a Saturday morning. I was working the photo counter at Walgreens. I never let it get me down, though. My time in retail has taught me a valuable skill that can turn any day around. Appreciate any eye candy you can get. A gorgeous man came in around ten o'clock. He had strawberry blond hair, in short, tight curls. He had baby blue eyes and fair skin, with dimpled cheeks. I looked him over from head to toe before he ever got near my counter.

"Good morning, how you doin'?" A good friend of mine would always give that brooklyn italian accent whenever he looked at someone worth lookin at.

"I'm doin' good, how are you?" He looked straight into my eyes and I let out a shaky breath.

"Better and better. Can I have your phone number?" He gave it to me and I typed it in the computer so I could make an order for his film.

"So now that you have my number, will you call me?"

"I just might." He left, and I filled his order quickly so I could see him again before I left at four. I called him as soon as it was finished, half an hour later.

"Your pictures are ready."

"Who's this?"

"It's Priscilla"

"Are you the cute one?" I'm glad I was on the phone. My face turned bright red. I had no idea how to reply.

"I hope so."

"Well, are you the one that was their before?"

"Yeah."

"How long will you be there?"

"Just until four."

"I'll pick them up before then." I dreamt away the whole day. I wondered what that strong, athletic body looked like under his nice, professional clothes. The next six hours flew by. To quickly. It was five till and he still wasn't there. I was double checking my computers clock when he walked through the door.

"Hey Priscilla."

"Hey Adam." I got his pictures out and rung them up.

"So do you have any plans after work?"

"No, I was going to relax and read."

"Well, I wouldn't want to cut into your reading time."

"You can cut into my reading time." After a couple minutes of small talk my replacement showed up and I clocked out. Adam was waiting for me outside the office.

"I have to get some stuff out of the break room first." He followed me there, and into the hallway with the supplies and bathrooms. And no cameras. I'm usually a very shy person, but I was drawn like a magnet to him. I gave him a kiss on the lips, and looked at him, to see if he objected. When I saw there were none, I kissed him again. Before I knew it he had me pressed against the wall, his fingers running through my hair. I wanted him so bad, and I didn't want to wait. No one would be taking a break for two more hours, so unless a manager came in, the break room was safe. I pulled him in, and began ripping off his clothes. He pulled my shirt off over my head and perhaps to skillfully unclasped my white bra. I unbuttoned his shirt first, pulled it off, and, after struggling with his belt, ripped off his pants. His cock was already hard. I turned off the lights knelt down, and jammed it in my mouth. He was huge, and I almost gagged, but it felt so good under my lips. I sucked on it, my tongue danced around it. I took out and playfully licked his shaft, and then his balls, before putting his cock back in my mouth. Once it was slippery enough, I sat him down and sat down on his rock solid erection. I gasped a little as it went in, I could barely handle him. In a minute though, I was riding him as hard as I could, and trying not to moan. After twenty minutes I climbed off him and stuck his cock back in my mouth, and soon I was swallowing every drop of his cum.

Relieved, and thinking more clearly, I panic. We got dressed and went out to his car...