"Platonic" coworker asks if I want to fuck on break to calm her nerves and goes back full of cum

Back in college I used to work the afternoon-night shifts in the electronics department at Target. It was a tedious job, especially as the night went on and less people trickled through the doors. Most of us working that shift were roughly the same age, though, so it made for a lot of fun nights.

I don't know about other similar retail job environments, but in that store, just about everyone was fucking someone. Some kept it lowkey, others let the drama play out in front of everyone, and others had stable, loving relationships. This is a story about the first kind.

The people selling cellphones aren't regular Target employees, they're from some outside vendor that works within the electronics department. There was usually a rotation of like 3 salespeople that would come in and we'd mostly just hang out and chat.

Kelsey was one of those people.

The first thing that comes to mind when I think about Kelsey was that this girl looked and acted either high as a kite or tired as hell every single time she walked in the door. Easily one of the lowest energy people I think I've ever met. Very laid-back, didn't let anything bother her, and took her sweet time walking from point A to point B. On slow nights if I was off somewhere else she'd just wander up and down the department at a snail's pace.

I had never really gotten to know her all that well outside of work, but I knew she was a punk rock chick. She went to concerts regularly with her friends and had pins/patches all over her purse. She dyed her hair almost weekly it seemed, but usually it was a sort of light auburn with neon orange spattered in. She wore black thick-rimmed glasses and had two stud nose piercings on either side of her nose. Unlike the Target red and khaki, the phone salespeople were required to wear all black clothes. She often wore a tight black button-up shirt that stretched around her big tits with no bra, allowing her obviously pierced nipples to poke through, and only putting a black jacket over to hide them when working with guests. She had about an average build - not fit or fat, but her round ass looked great in those tight black jeans. She had a cute slightly pudgy-cheek face and always had some quirky facial expressions.

Once we had gotten to know each other a little better, we started taking breaks and occasionally lunches together. Nothing romantic or even flirty - it was all totally platonic. She would tell me stories every now and then about her on-and-off boyfriend and I'd talk about the girl I had a crush on at work. No sexual tension whatsoever, although obviously I acknowledged she was attractive.

Eventually we moved our breaks into an area outside the store known as "the graveyard." It was basically this little open-air cove off to the side of the building that was invisible to anyone outside and was full of rows of broken and unused shopping carts. It was basically where all the employees would go to smoke since there were no cameras and the bosses never went over there. We'd hide away back there and get a little high... probably not the smartest thing to do on the job, but we were young and dumb so it was fun.

One night she was working with a guest who had a particularly difficult time transferring their phone over and so had to leave and go home to get something. We decided to take the opportunity to go on our last break and head out to the graveyard.

"I am fucking sick of this lady," she complained.

"That's the second problem transfer this week, right?" I asked.

"Third. It stresses me the fuck out," she said. "Because the first one didn't go through after three fucking hours so I don't even get commission. And it wasn't even my fault, it was the carrier."

She blew smoke in my face and passed it to me.

"What a fucking rip."

As I'm in the middle of taking a particularly large hit, she opens her mouth and, in the most monotone voice imaginable, asks "you wanna have sex?"

The smoke burned in my lungs, sending me into a coughing fit. She stood completely still and watched my every motion.

"Here? Now?"

"Yeah. I need it."

"What about your boyfriend?" I asked.

I've been transparent in the past that obviously I don't remember everything said in these stories word-for-word, especially the older ones, so I spice it up occasionally with dialog that sounds roughly accurate and gets the point across. This next line is 100% true to what she said.

"He's not really my boyfriend, more just like... a boy."

"What does that even mean?"

"We broke up a while ago, I just haven't told anyone yet. Don't tell anyone."

"Well... I don't have a condom."

"I'm on birth control."

"I..."

"If you don't want to, that's fine I guess. Just figured I'd ask."

"No, no. I definitely want to."

"Then stop making excuses trying to get out of it."

I quickly weighed my options in my head: fuck my hot coworker in a dirty alley on the side of the building, or go back to work. That thought took about 0.5 seconds to process before I was unbuttoning my khakis.

She turned around, pulled her black jeans down and let them fall to her ankles, and bent over one of the shopping carts. I looked out over the row of carts into the black night. If anyone was there, they were invisible to me.

I felt down between her legs and she was already soaking wet. She must have been crazy horny before all this and just wasn't showing it through her usual calm demeanor. I slipped my cock inside her and grabbed her on either side of her waist. She let out a quiet moan as I made slow, short thrusts to push as deep as I could.

"That feels good," she said. "Keep going."

She was unusually tight, and the position wasn't doing us any favors as far as finding a good rhythm. I don't know if you've ever fucked against a shopping cart at the end of a long line of carts, but you'd be surprised how loud it can also be when you're pounding away and the carts are clanging together. The fact that there were close walls on three sides also caused a loud echoing. As a result, I mostly kept to a slow and steady pace.

Eventually she found a grip that quieted the carts down to nearly nothing, and that's when we really picked up. The sound of carts pushing against each other was replaced by the sound of skin slapping against skin as I pulled her ass tight against my body with every thrust.

Her moaning quickened with my pace. She threw her head down and braced herself tighter. At one point her knees buckled and she almost tripped on her own pants, causing us both to laugh. Her Apple Watch buzzed and she checked it.

"That lady's back. We should finish up," she said. "Are you close?"

"I can be."

"If I told you you can cum in me would that help?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Mmmm I want you to cum in me. Cum in me!"

I think that might have been the most loud and energetic I'd ever heard her voice get.

I kept a good pace, really let myself feel the moment and recognize how good she felt. With that mindset I came in no time at all. I made a few last big thrusts as I filled her up. When I pulled out, my cock was dripping with a mixture of our fluids.

"Here let me get that," she said in her typical monotone voice. She reached into her purse and grabbed some wet wipes. She first wiped herself down, then wrapped one around my cock. More cum dripped out the end as she stroked me, so she cleaned that up too.

We both pulled up our pants and walked back into the store. You know that "I just had sex and EVERYONE KNOWS IT" feeling you sometimes get when you walk back into public after a little quickie like that? Oh man, I could feel every pair of eyes on me during that long walk to the back of the store.

I went to grab the keys from the guy who was watching the department while I was gone. He sniffed the air around us as we approached.

"What's that smell?" he asked.

Oh God. He knows. He can literally smell it on us. He can - oh wait, the weed. Kelsey reached into her purse to get some scented hand sanitizer to try and mask the smell, then went back to helping her guest.

The rest of the night went as if nothing ever happened. No knowing giggles, no side-eye glances. Just two coworkers going back to work. That guest took her until the end of her shift and she left with a quiet and polite, "see you tomorrow."

I sent her a snap near the end of my shift saying something dumb like, "did that really happen?"

She replied quickly with a photo of herself lying in bed with only a white band t-shirt on. Her eyes were closed and her tongue was out. The caption read, "yep."

I honestly had nothing left to say. I had no idea what she wanted or where she saw this going. Do I ask and risk coming off too eager? Do I keep quiet and risk her getting upset at me for becoming distant after?

A few minutes later, I got an answer to my questions in the form of another pic. This time she was lifting her shirt up to reveal her perfect pierced tits. The hand holding the shirt up was tastefully displaying a middle finger to the camera. "Again sometime?"

Yeah. She was a lot of fun.