Chapter Four: Stocking Her Shelves

The front doors were locked, the fluorescent lights overhead turned off so that only the emergency lights lit up the grocery store, and the last of the employees were gone. The last that is, except for Justin.

And Sandy.

Justin took a deep breath. Might as well find out what his fate was. He made his way through the darkened grocery store to the back warehouse area and his executioner. His nerves twisted in his gut with each step he took. Sandy had never liked him, his father being her boss always a hindrance to them having any type of real friendship. Now, he had watched her in compromising positions with her employees, and any chance he had of being friends was surely out the door.

When he reached her desk, Sandy was there, still dressed professionally with her shirt tucked in as she studied a clipboard in her hand, jotting down figures. Even though he knew he was about to have his ass handed to him, he still couldn’t get over how gorgeous she looked with her long blond hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, the way her tight khaki pants hugged her shapely ass, the way her breasts teased onlookers just under that first open button, promising treasures to keep a man drooling for hours. She was sexy in every sense of the word, and she was so far out of his reach it drove him crazy just fantasizing about the possibilities he would never have with her.

“Are you going to stand there and stare at me, or are you going to come over here and get started?” Sandy said as she dropped her clipboard down onto the desk, turning to face him as she did. She stared at him with through narrowed eyes, her head tilted to the side a little. He took a deep breath, expecting to get yelled out at this point, but she didn’t yell at him. Instead, she said, “You surprised me today. Not only did you not turn me in to your father, you didn’t even tell Bobby and David what you saw last night. How come?”

He took a deep breath, hoping beyond hope he didn’t screw this up. “I don’t want to get you in trouble, Sandy. I just want you to see me as someone other than the boss’s son. Hell, I’ve been thinking about you when I’m… You know…”

She grinned, and he felt the blush warm his neck. “Do you jack off to me, Justin?”

He shuffled his feet a little as he tried not to look her in the eyes. He thought he would have preferred being yelled at to this awkwardness.

Sandy pushed herself away from the desk and took the two steps required to close the distance between them, a grin curving her left lip upward. He kept his gaze on her eyes, doing his best to ignore the way the tops of her breasts called to him as she walked. She reached out, stroking his cock through his pants as she leaned into him. “When you’re in the shower? Or do you jerk off while lying in bed, eyes closed, picturing me like you saw me last night?”

Justin groaned at the grip she had on his cock, his breathing growing heavier. “I… I…”

“I watched you jacking off last night,” she continued. “Was that in your fantasies? Did you picture me bent over this desk, taking it from behind like a good girl? But I’m not a good girl, am I, Justin? I’m twice your age. Does that turn you on? The idea of sticking this young, virgin cock into my cunt?”

He groaned, still staring into her eyes. Then he felt her going for the button on his pants, both hands ripping his khakis open, the zipper ripping downward. He didn’t know what to say. For that matter, he didn’t know if he should say anything at all. He could only stand there, surrendering to whatever Sandy wanted. She slid her hand into his pants and gripped his swollen cock, stroking it up and down, making it grow even more in her hand. All Justin could think of right then was that it was the first hand to touch his manhood other than his, and that thought alone almost made him shoot his load.

Sandy grinned at him. “Isn’t this much better than watching behind those boxes?”

“Yes,” he said in almost a groan. “Much better.”

“Then you should really enjoy this.” Sandy winked at him as she lowered herself to her knees, pulling his pants down as she did, his cock straight out and throbbing.

He could see the pre-cum glistening from the tip of his shaft, Sandy’s hand still holding tight to his thick rod. Then, he couldn’t believe his eyes, or his luck. She leaned forward and ran her sexy tongue over the tip of his dick, lapping the pre-cum up, a strand stretching from his cock to her tongue as she pulled away, staring at him. Then she licked his head again, taking it all into her mouth as she twirled her tongue around the ridge of his cock before gliding it down his length to his balls, sucking one in her mouth and then the other, her tongue running over the rippled sac as she sucked on him. Once done with that, she ran her tongue back up his shaft and then swallowed him, her mouth devouring his manhood almost to the base. She bobbed her head back and forth on his shaft, enjoying him as she sucked him off, and he just groaned as he stared down at his boss on her knees, taking his cock. She looked gorgeous down there and with a deep breath, Justin dropped a hand to her head holding her by the ponytail as he moved his hips to match her rhythm. She was right guessing him to be a virgin, but that didn’t mean he wanted her to think him totally inexperienced.

She sucked him off a little more and then stopped, pulling herself away from him and standing back up. She bit her lower lip as she started to unbutton her shirt, each button opening a treasure trove of flesh Justin couldn’t wait to touch. “Are you ready, Justin?” she asked. “Do you want to please me? Stick that big, thick cock of yours into my pussy?”

“God, yes,” he groaned as she opened her shirt. Her bra clasped in the front and she quickly had it open and shoved to this side, her massive mounds out, her nipples hard buds. She reached out, grabbing him by the neck and pulling his mouth to her tit. “God, I’m ready, too.”

Justin ran his tongue over her nipple, his hands going to her waist to hold himself up from where his knees threatened to give out on him from the excitement of what was happening. His fantasies were coming true, and he wanted them to go the distance. He prayed he didn’t shoot his load before he got his cock in her pussy.