This is kind of an old story but I was thinking about it the other night. I was young and I was working one of my first jobs right out of high school. It was retail and it fucking sucked. I remember despising every second of it. The worst part was my coworker that I was always scheduled with. His name was Shane, he was a year or two older than me and he was my sworn enemy.
He’d do anything to get a rise out of me. He was constantly turning off lights on me and sneaking around doing stupid pranks. He had such a mouth on him I thought about slapping it off most of the time.
What’s worse is that he was handsome, devilishly so. He had a girl that would come in sometimes to talk to him and I understood why. He was tall and his smile was charming even if it was infuriating.
I was cold to him, as you can imagine, and then one day we were scheduled to close together just the two of us. I had worked with Shane alone a lot but that night was different. He was quiet and wasn’t as playful as he usually was. I felt stupid for thinking it, but I thought something was wrong with him.
We closed the store and were cleaning together.
“Are you okay?” I asked after a silent shift together.
“Why the fuck do you care?”
I saw red. I slammed down my broom, put my hands on my hips and let him fucking have it.
“You know I’m actually trying to be nice to you, you don’t have to snap at me. Clearly something is wrong or you would have bothered me all night. Excuse me for giving a shit, and you know what one other thing I don’t like—“
My words were cut off when he kissed me. I was so surprised at first that I just stood there frozen, but as his lips moved over mine I leaned into him. He held me to his chest as his tongue pressed against the seam of my lips. I parted for him, my hands looping around his neck as he kissed me deeper.
I knew I should have stopped, that this wasn’t the place or the time or even the right guy, but I didn’t care.
He picked me up and set me on the returns counter. I parted my thighs and he slipped between them as he kissed me. His mouth was eager and desperate against mine as he sank his fingers into the hair at the nape of my neck, holding me in place.
It was like all my hate and frustration for him was fraying into desire.
He put his hands under my shirt, feeling my breasts through my bra before reaching behind and popping the hook open.
I didn’t think about anything else other than wanting to feel more of his touch. I pulled my shirt off and shrugged off my bra. He fondled my breasts, squeezing and kissing them.
Suddenly, he grabbed my hips and pulled me off the counter. He kept an arm wrapped around my waist, holding me against him.
“You feel that,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath ruffling my ear. I could feel his cock hard and throbbing against my stomach. “That’s how badly I want you.”
I kissed him again, gasping against his lips.
He unbuttoned my work pants and spun me around. He pulled down my pants and shoved me against the desk. He pulled my panties down and grinded his hard cock against my ass.
“Everyday I come in here and watch this fucking ass,” he grunted as he squeezed my ass. I wiggled my ass for him and then I heard the unzipping of his own pants. His hot flesh pressed against my pussy from behind. His hands came down on either side of me on the desk, caging me in. His cock was right against my entrance and slowly he pushed into me.
I gasped. At the time I was nowhere near a virgin, but this felt like something new. Something forbidden. I moaned as he plunged into me, his fat cock pulsing against my walls. He began to pump into me, grunting in my ear as he pressed kisses across my shoulder.
I was soaking wet from just his kisses and I couldn’t contain myself as he fucked into me. I gasped and moaned and chanted his name as he pumped into me again and again.
“Cum inside me!” I gasped as he slammed his hips against my ass. “Please I want it!”
I cried out begging for his cum. His hand slid around my hip and teased my clit, pushing me closer and closer to an explosion.
I came with a ragged moan leaving my throat, gasping for air as it hit me hard. I shuddered under him as I came, my pussy clenching tight around him.
He kept powering into me, pumping to get his fill. He came inside me and inky then did I realize we hadn’t bothered to consider a condom. I enjoyed the sensation of being filled by him, his cock twitching inside of me as he unloaded.
When he pulled out I stayed slumped against the desk as he pulled my panties up and ran his fingers against my pussy through the fabric.
We never spoke of it again. We never fooled around or even talked much afterwards but I still think about the time he fucked me after close. It was one of the most intense and erotic nights of my life at that point.
I’ve seen him on insta… maybe I should try to reconnect, see if he can dick me down just as well a few years later.