I visited the convenience store several times a week in the early morning. Employees come and go in those places, so new faces are no surprise.
A month ago, an interesting face appeared. Her blue hair, tinged with purple, made her stand out. I guessed she was around forty. Several visits passed before she came out of her shell and began working the night shift by herself. She always wore form-fitting clothing, some exposing more of her tattoos across her arms and upper chest. While I wasn't particularly drawn to thinner women, the new clerk's body reminded me of a flexible cat. More interestingly, she habitually made eye contact and held it. This habit always grabbed my interest in a woman.
She introduced herself. "I forgot to tell you my name. I'm Adriana." She reached across the counter and lightly gripped my hand. Her eyes met mine.
I'm not particularly handsome, so when I noticed that she seemed to be sneaking looks at me, I wrote it off as my imagination.
Last Thursday morning, as I paid, the store was empty. Adriana reached across the counter, quickly ran her fingers across my forearm, and told me to have a good day.
As I returned the sentiment, I made eye contact with her, and she held it. There was no mistaking she was expressing interest in me. I decided to give it a couple more visits before giving her my phone number.
Tuesday morning, the convenience store was again empty. Adriana and I exchanged pleasantries. I watched as she touched her neck several times and moved her body restlessly along the counter.
"Are you okay, Adriana?" I couldn't quite understand why her restlessness was so obvious.
"No. Not really." Adriana shook her head.
I made eye contact with her and realized she was staring at me. "Do you want to talk about it?"
Adriana shrugged and hesitated.
"Okay. I hope your day gets better," I said as I moved toward the door.
"Wait!" Adriana called out to me.
I stopped with my hand on the door and looked back.
"You're going to think I'm crazy. I'm horny, and every time you come in here and look at me, I get some pretty wild ideas. I've been thinking about you coming here for the last hour. If I were home, I would have taken care of the tingle between my legs."
It took me a couple of seconds to process. Because I'm a man, I felt my dick jump slightly. Hearing her tell me that I aroused her was liquid gold to my ears.
At this point, I was still just flirting. People can say a lot of things for different reasons. It was then that I noticed that both of Adriana's nipples were erect and visible through her shirt.
"Thank you. I'm not going to lie. I've thought about what you look like and imagined how your eyes might follow me if we were alone. "
"Oh really? I would be glad to show you." Adriana smiled.
"I would be stupid to turn down that opportunity." I felt my dick getting hard as we teased each other.
"How about right now?" Adriana looked down between my legs. It was apparent I was turned on.
"Oof! Can you disappear for that long?" My brain became fuzzy as I imagined putting my hands on her.
"I don't know. But I'm so horny I can't stand it."
"If you're that horny, put a bathroom sign on the front. All I need is two minutes."
Adriana opened her mouth wide. "Two minutes?"
I nodded. "Two to make you cum. If you are that horny, you're going to pop fast."
Adriana's face flushed, and her hands absent-mindedly ran across her shirt over the top of her nipples underneath.
"To make sure you're not gone from the register along, here's what we're going to do. You're going to hang the sign. And then we will go in the back where the camera doesn't point. You'll pull your pants down to your knees, remove your shirt, and lift your bra." A pulse of electricity went through my body as I told her what to do.
"And then?" Adriana gave me a look that indicated she was already committed to feeling my hands on her body.
"You're going to put your hands up on the wall, and I'm going to make you cum with my fingers, I added.
Adriana shuddered. "I'm almost there thinking about it. If I weren't at work, I would do gymnastics on you.
"Let's do it, then."
I watched as Adriana grabbed the bathroom sign from underneath the counter, walked over to the front door, locked it, and hung it. My eyes followed her body.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said. I followed her into the back and across the room.
Adriana turned and, without hesitation, ripped her shirt over her head, shaking her hair loose. Making eye contact, she unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down to her knees. Her black panties clung to her exactly as I had imagined.
Reaching behind her back with both hands, she unhooked her bra and shimmied out of it. Her breasts weren't large, but they were perfectly round.
"Turn around," I told her, quickly crossing the room toward her.
