Graveyard Shift

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Graveyard Shift

by Ben

I never thought working the graveyard shift in a local convenience store would be exciting. The third night that I was there had been long and especially boring with nothing but the radio to keep me company – until Leslie walked through the doors. A regular customer who occupied my dreams whenever I dozed off behind the counter. She was beautiful. About twenty years old, with short blond hair and an angelic face that made me wince with desire for her. But it was her height that really monopolized my attention. She was about six feet two inches tall, every inch exuding sexuality.

Breathless, I watched her as she went over to the shelves and selected a package of chips. As she reached up to the top of the rack, her skirt rode up, uncovering the bottom of her taught, golden ass. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Finally, she made her way over to the counter, pulling down her skirt as she came. My pulse quickened as she moved closer to me.

“Will that be all?” I asked as I rang up the chips.

“Well, no. Are you here all alone?” She asked huskily, and gave me a sly smile.

She already knows the answer, I thought; suddenly weak in the knees.

“Why do you ask?” was about all I could manage.

“I was watching you as I came in, and you seemed to take more than slight notice of me.” she said, and then leaned over the counter. “Were you thinking about me sexually?” she asked.

“Well, um, I’m sorry…,” I started to say. But, before I had the chance to finish the sentence she had come around the counter. Her hand went strait to my crotch, rubbing my iron-hard manhood.


“It’s all right. I don’t mind.” She told me as she started to undo my zipper. “In fact, it turns me on that you want me, Ben.”

My penis was now free of my clothes and my pants rested around my ankles. Leslie was rubbing her hand up and down the length of my shaft and unbuttoning my shirt. I unbuttoned the top of her dress too, and because of her height, her abundant breasts and their rapidly hardening nipples were directly in my line of sight; inches from my face. Before I had a chance to say or do anything, she sank to her knees and leaned forward, taking the head of my cock into her mouth.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned around the thickness of my shaft. She bobbed up and down on me, taking me from her mouth to deep within her throat. Her hands fondled my heavy sac as she sucked me. Her tongue lashed at me as she brought me back into her mouth. Then she would sink back down on me, clenching me with her throat muscles. It felt as if her tongue had sprouted tentacles, each nimbly licking and prodding me. I moaned aloud my pleasure, unable to find the words that would express how good she was making me feel. Finally she pulled back off of me; giving my cockhead a gentle kiss in the process.

“I want you in me,” she sighed. “I want you to fill me up!” With that she hopped up onto the counter and slid her skirt back over her hips, fully revealing her moist and glistening pussy.

Being a man of the ‘90’s, I reached over the counter and grabbed a packet of condoms, which Leslie immediately took out of my hand. A woman of the nineties! I thought. Ripping the package open with her teeth, she expertly unrolled it on me, her fingers teasing all the way down my shaft. Finally it was on and she guided me into her. I gasped at the feeling as I entered her hot, wet and oh so tight pussy.

“Oh, yes, hard, do me hard!” she demanded. I started to fuck her with long deep strokes. Her pussy gripped and held me, holding me tight as I sank into her and then letting go as I pulled back for another thrust. Her hands went around my back and her legs wrapped around me. She answered each of my thrusts with one of her own and bucked against me. I had never experienced such pure wordless lust before with a woman I barely knew. I knew that I would not be able to take much more of this. What I didn’t know was that she was right on the brink too.

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“Oh, Ben! I’m coming!” she cried. With that she pulled me tight to her. I had no other choice than to hold on tight; riding her as she started to spasm all around me, clenching and then unclenching my cock with her inner muscles. That was it. I exploded into her; Leslie’s convulsing making it impossible to hold out any longer.

We both rode the waves of pure bliss that crashed over us for several minutes. Then I pulled back from her.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, and went into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

When I came back out she was gone. But on the counter was the money for the chips and a note with her address on it as well as these words: “I had a wonderful time, and I’ll be back to do it again. Leslie.”

Meanwhile, I’ve got more than my memories, thanks to the fact that every blissful moment was captured on tape by the store’s security camera. I dropped Leslie a note, offering her a copy, she sent me back a self-addressed mailer, and a brief note saying that the next time she came by, she was going to bring one of her girlfriends…I can’t wait!

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