It had been months since me and Jennie (my co-worker at Subway) first made love, my cock shooting its ejaculation into her vagina (that's exactly what happened; I have no other way of describing it succinctly and I thought it was great, so whatever), and we continued to have sex every Friday that we worked together in the store. We mixed it up as much as possible; sometimes I came in her pussy, sometimes I came in her mouth, sometimes I came on her face, I came on/in her on the floor, on tables, in the cooler, in the freezer, behind the counter...
I was starting to get nervous though, because in spite of the sex that was (in my personal opinion) great, things were starting to get boring. I'm not a terribly creative person and I wanted a way that me and Jennie could take our sex to the next level... but not, she would never go for... THAT...
It was Friday again, and we were closing up the store together. I was trying to be a nice guy for the morning shift and close the store up proper, but the rock-hard boner popping through my zipper made it almost impossible to focus. It was FRIDAY, and if this Friday was anything like the previous ones, I was going to come somewhere inside of Jennie (it was a full moon, which usually meant I would be coming in her mouth, a concept that almost had me creaming in my pants in anticipation, thinking of her warm wet lips wrapped around my shaft as her tongue caressed... well, you get the picture).
Jennie, 19, technically my boss (direct supervisor, anyway), gave by far the best blowjobs I've ever had the pleasure of receiving, rotating her head as she bobbed up and down, her tongue doing enough work for two girls as she slobbered up and down my shaft, saliva dripping down onto my balls in the fantastic one-person-tango that culminated in the greatest feeling in the world: unquestioned release, as my semen streamed from my body into her mouth.
Jennie always swallowed (sometimes when I'm drunk I've thought about asking her why, since many girls don't, but I never did; it would appear uncouth, I believe) and each time left me craving for the next full moon...
"Matt!" She snapped, actually angry, and I pulled my hand away from my crotch, where I was lightly, unconsciously, fondling myself, and my head away from my thoughts, and I reassumed my position on my mop; "I thought you said you swept the floor out here? By the door?"
I HAD swept the floor by the door but, being as it was Friday... It wasn't my best work, to say the least. My mind was kind of on other things.
Jennie crossed her arms over her chest and I could tell she was actually pissed. Uh oh.
"You KNOW the owners have been getting on us about cleaning," she said, her face a scowl, "and I know DAMN well what you've been doing to yourself instead of cleaning... when you think I'm not watching."
UH OH...
Her face softened, "Matt, just get the work done, that's all. Don't get too eager: it doesn't become you. I mean, God, you think it's ever easy for ME to wait until closing time to... you know?"
She flicked her tongue in and out like a serpent with a grin and I almost came right there, but I laughed instead, a weird laugh that sounded forced and fake.
"Jesus girl..." I said, wincing partially at her words and partially at my inability to represent real laughter... I was just so focused on one thing...
She laughed back, "Sorry. Just sweep it again and... clean out the fucking cooler!" She rubbed her backside, "The owners want it clean anyways and when you don't clean it the dirt hurts my ass, I think I still have an olive stuck somewhere in my butt from last time..."
I didn't try to laugh this time, I just gave her a wave and walked back to the cooler, feeling like a damned retard while she went back to clean the back room.
It wasn't difficult work to clean the cooler, it just took a little back muscle, and I was done quickly, my bad-back screaming out in pain. I leaned against the wall, catching my breath before I re-swept the floor.
"Dammit Matt!" I heard Jennie yell as she poked her head out from the back room, "What did I just ask you to do?"
"I'm GETTING TO IT," I yelled back, not thinking, and immediately regretted it. Fuck Matt, don't bite the hand that feeds...
In about 20 minutes both of us were completely finished with our tasks (and I mean COMPLETELY, the damn place was spotless).
