Closing Time

The doors locked shut with a quiet click.

Customers had lingered late tonight, which irritated me more than I was willing to admit. That meant longer store recovery time. However, that also meant more free time to fantasize about my supervisor, Erin.

Erin was a tight piece of work. She stood roughly 5’5″ and weighed around 110. Guileless blue eyes were framed by shoulder-length highlighted blonde hair and a killer smile. Her ass alone was worth the price of admission – a lovely, cuppable handful that she always showed off to perfection in super-tight jeans.

My attraction to Erin had been instantaneous and complete from the moment we met, which startled me to no end. I usually wasn’t attracted to women outside of movies, magazines, and porn. I’d had to fight down a blush that I’d hoped she hadn’t noticed. That night, I found myself thinking about what it would be like to heft her onto one of the counters in the stockroom, spread her legs, and use my mouth on her until she cried out my name …

My hand jerked and accidentally knocked one of the floor puzzles from its shelf. The resounding crash had Erin calling out in concern.

“Morgan … you okay?”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, I’m cool. Just dropped a puzzle.”

“Okay. Just checking. Oh, I’m almost done with the drawers here. Money’ll be ready to count in about ten minutes.” I nodded silently and kept moving through the aisles, determined to keep a tigher reign on my arousal – and my fantasizing.

True to her word, ten minutes later she called for me to come and count the money. I rested against the primary red counter as my fingers flicked back and forth between the stacks of bills and the calculator, idly pushing fiery red locks out of my face.

The totals matched. I straightened up and turned to tell Erin – right as she was moving towards a drawer beside me.

Our bodies met head on. Breasts met breasts; crotches connected with enough force to leave me breathless and barely suppressing a groan.

I could see the light of surprise in Erin’s eyes. Surprise … and something else I couldn’t make out. We stared at each other.

“Er … sorry. Not trying to get fresh with you,” I said, forcing out a laugh. She gave a nervous laugh of her own. Neither of us moved a muscle.

I swallowed forcefully and stepped aside. Forced into motion, she slipped the stack of papers in her hand into the drawer she’d been aiming for. Wordlessly, she gathered up the money into the deposit bag and snagged one of the cash boxes.

“Morgan,” she said at last. “Could you get the other boxes for me? Thanks.”

Obediently, I picked up the other two cash boxes and followed her to the back.

I caught the swinging door with my shoulder and pushed past it after her. She’d already set her bounty down on the counter and was turning back for something when, once again, we collided.

The cash boxes fell from my hands like weights. My ears barely registered the twin clanks. My eyes were locked on hers.

I was kissing her before I realized I’d moved.

She hesitated, but only for a moment. Then her tongue thrust expertly into my mouth. We moaned in unison.

As if unable to help themselves, my hands began to explore her. The curve of her breasts, then down her stomach … between her legs …

I cupped her and squeezed her crotch in my hand, eliciting a deep groan. I squeezed her again.

My hands roamed over her ass and cupped it, lifting her tight little body up against mine. Her legs locked around my back.

Her teeth nipped at my ear, causing me to shudder. “Fuck me,” she pleaded breathlessly. “Please, fuck me.”

I chuckled. “Not yet.”

With that, I set her back on the counter as I’d fantasized about doing countless times before.

My hands fumbled impatiently with the buttons of her red blouse. When I’d finally worked it open, I yanked it and the little white tank top below it clean off.

She was beautiful.

Small but wonderfully curved breasts heaved in a delicate ice blue bra. A little bow decorated the center of it. Simple, yet feminine, and essentially Erin.

Another surprise awaited me. She had a belly piercing. A tiny silver bar decorated her navel, as if in compliment to the bow on her bra. My lips quirked up in a smile.

“Girl, you are somethin’ else,” I murmured as I cupped her pert little tits in my hands. “Somethin’ else.” She moaned in reply.

I licked the expanse of her creamy white breasts, delving my tongue between them. Teasing at the edges of the bra. Nipping here, nibbling there. Erin squirmed on the counter.

My fingers found the clasp of her bra and deftly unhooked it. I gently brushed the straps off her shoulders.

I stood back and gazed down at her, struck again by her beauty. Her lips were parted, her breath shallow, her eyes glazed. Heaven.

I’d never touched another woman’s breasts before tonight. I cupped them again, squeezed. The pads of my thumbs brushed over her nipples, circled around them. They hardened under my touch almost instantly.

I felt the heat between my legs rise until it was almost unbearable. As if she sensed it, Erin lifted her jean-clad leg up between mine until it rested against my crotch. Rubbed, teased. She lowered her leg, then lifted it again. Rubbed, teased some more. I clamped my legs around hers, barely biting back a loan moan of need.

My lips closed around one of her nipples. My tongue swirled around it in my mouth; my teeth caught it. Erin gave a shuddering gasp. Her hands came up and held my head as I continued to mouth her nipple.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the little bar glinting in her belly. I couldn’t resist dancing my fingers over it. The cool metal was a delicious counterpoint to her fevered skin.

Desire rose another notch. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to see her.

Her jeans came off a lot quicker than her shirt had. I dragged her panties down with them.

At last. Erin, naked and trembling. Waiting for me.

I smiled.

She looked up at me questioningly. “What’re you …?”

“Shhhhhhh,” I said as I lifted her legs over my shoulders.

Her eyes met mine and went wide as my tongue slowly licked the length of her. Then she closed them on a sigh.

“Keep your eyes open,” I murmured. “I want you to watch me lick you.”

Obediently, she opened her eyes. I gazed into them as I lapped at her cunt.

“God, you taste so good. So damned good.” I buried my face in her.

Her clit found its way into my mouth like a fish finds water. I could feel it swelling in my mouth, moaned low in my throat in response.

Then I sucked her all the way into my mouth.

Erin’s hands locked around the metal shelving supports; her knuckles turned white as she screamed wordlessly. Her hips bucked clear of the counter.

And as I sensed her nearing orgasm, I slid her legs off my shoulders.

She growled. “Don’t leave me hanging like this!” she cried. Her eyes flamed with the need to cum.

A wicked smirk crossed my face. “Who says I’m going to?”

My eyes scanned the countertop. A neat blue organizer tray on the far corner of the counter held a collection of pens, pencils, scissors … and one very large black dry erase marker.

I plucked the thick marker out of the tray and without preamble, shoved it deep into Erin’s cunt.

Erin cried out with pleasure. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh, fuuuuuck yeah! Fuck yeah! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” she chanted, hips lifting to meet the thrusts of the marker.

I worked it furiously in and out of her pussy, reveling in the look of sheer lust on her face. With my free hand I began to stroke the lips of her cun
t, up to her clit. I pressed my thumb down on it, and was rewarded with a cry that was half-shriek, half-whimper. I increased the pressure.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Morgan, Morgan, oh my God. Harder. Oh God, just like that,
just like that. Holy shit, that feels so good. Oh, my God,” she squeaked. I could feel her getting close to the edge.

Her nails dug into my arms as she came in convulsive waves. Her eyes went utterly blank, and for a moment she clung to me, body taut as a bow, before she released me and fell back onto the counter, spent.

A lovely pink flush covered her skin, along with a fine sheen of sweat. Her breasts heaved as she fought for breath.

My little sex goddess, I thought with an inward chuckle.

“Morgan …” she trailed off. “Morgan, that was … wow. Wow. How did you …?”

The corners of my lips quirked up in a smile. “Magic.”

She grinned. “Magic, my ass.”

My brows lifted and my smile widened. “Girl, you do have a magic ass. Yowzas.”

We laughed.

“Well, the boys up at corporate should have fun with this one,” she said as she reached for her shirt.

“What do you mean?”

She pointed up at a smoke detector on the ceiling. “See that?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s not a smoke detector.”

I gulped.

Her eyes glittered. “So … when you’re scheduled next?”