My job is to touch each customer three times. I try to maintain this directive religiously. The following is a fictitious, yet very real to me description of my wildest dream. Hope it hits your imagination.
It’s a boring Tuesday at Wally World. I’ve cleaned scanners, filled bagholders and added cash to the coffers of the SCO (self-checkout) registers. I have the illustrious task of hosting this den of iniquity in suburbia. It keeps me off the streets and allows me to fantasize about seducing several of my regular MILF shoppers on a random basis.
There’s Julie, a brunette hottie that never wears a bra under her t-shirt and has shorts or tights that love to embrace her fantastic butt and occasionally prominent cameltoe. Lou is a 40-ish blond with a magnificent rack that just begs to explode from her not nearly adequate lingerie which is never covered more than halfway by some loosely zipped hoodie. I’m talking nightgown underneath, braless and no pants. Rumor has it from my female co-workers she’s a hooker.
But the two loves of my life are Joyce and Pam. Both blonds, sensing a trend here, that are in two or three times a week. Joyce is a stay-at-home mom with three kids, two in high school. Pam is a paralegal. Joyce runs an answering service from her home. She’s always in workout gear when she shops. We always hug at least twice every time she comes in. This distance thing never entered our communication. I asked her one day if she was uncomfortable with that and her response was, “It’s bullshit, let’s just show them we don’t care.”
Slightly taken aback I said, “Well great. I’ll bring some wine out to the parking lot when I go to lunch in ten minutes, red or white?”
“It’s only eleven AM, white is appropriate.”
“Done!”
Her SUV was parked at the far end of the parking lot when I walked out of the store. I had two bottles of chardonnay in hand and lots of ideas of how to apply said wine to my advantage. As I approached the car she was in the back reclining the rear seats. As I opened the door she wiggled her butt and said, “Just lay down here so we can talk for a minute.” As I obeyed she grabbed a bottle and took a big swig. She looked at me and smiled, “I’m not in a relationship in any way, but I haven’t gotten laid in seven months and I just want to fuck your brains out.” How could I refuse?
She took a bottle and swigged half of it in one taste. I laid down and grabbed her into a hug. She jabbed her tongue into my mouth and we went hard at it for a minute or two. My personal preference is eating pussy so I began to work my way down her torso, little nips on her neck while I worked her nipples into a rock hard gumdrop. Moving her sweater over her head, I began to suckle her left breast as she took another drag on the bottle and moaned, “yeah!”
I have to confess at this point that I REALLY get off on the look in my lover’s eyes after their second or third orgasm. So, to this end, I worked my tongue into her labia while using my nose, I know, it may seem weird but believe me, folks, tongue in, nose waggling, is a guaranteed, rock her world, squirter. And I really love the scratchy feel of that bush on my snozze. After she came twice I turned over and had her mount me. She came again as she slivered down my dick. It’s only six inches but it was rock hard. Ten minutes later I lost it. She continued to ride me and amazingly I got hard again as she finished the other bottle of wine. She squirted again and collapsed on my chest.
Now I can only wonder what I can do in reality! I know, we’ll see. LOL