After get off work

Discover a tantalizing after-hours retelling of passionate sex in an adult store. This captivating story explores the unexpectedly stimulating relationship between two strangers, revealing their passionate adventures against the titillating backdrop of after the store closes.

Meeting with clients after get off work

To be fair, I hadn’t broken any rules. She had simply walked across the bar to talk to me. Why she was at that particular bar at that particular time was beyond me. After all, the law dictated that I couldn’t even talk to her in the first place.

She was a customer at my workplace; An adult storeShe has easily spent thousands of dollars on toys in the past two months. Due to my personality and job requirements, I have not made any judgments. My biggest concern is that the toys I sell her are useless. But she keeps coming back to this store.

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Her name is Michelle

At the bar, after she introduced herself as Michelle, we never talked about work again. I barely remember what we talked about that night, except that we got along. We complained about exes and talked about possible futures and dreams. She told me about the two children she was raising alone, and they seemed to be the wrong age for her looks. She was beautiful, blonde, and curvy, perfect for Instagram.

I remember that whenever she came to the store, she would linger at the counter after buying something and we would chat. I certainly remember that I mentioned without any plan where I would go to relax with a drink after get off work. In my mind, some part of me kept reminding me of that moment. Was that why she had gone there that night?

That night, Michelle was flirting like a textbook, laughing at my stupid jokes and touching my shoulders and thighs a lot. I attributed this to that time of the night, because we were both pretty flirty then, until she asked me what I was going to make her for breakfast.

She took me by the hand and took me to her house

As we walked back to the apartment, she held my hand, sneaking me the occasional kiss, and I felt like a teenager again. In the past, when I went home with someone who knew where I worked, things would get weird pretty quickly.

But with Michelle, I didn’t play with any of those toys. Not with the under-the-bed restraints. Not with the Njoy Pjur Wand and the Doxy Number Three wand that, she told me, made her squirt. Not even with the WeVibe Sync she bought with her Womanizer Premium. It was the most lackluster sex I’d had in a long time.

It was amazing. Our clothes slowly came off and our lips devoured each other. Exploratory hands lingered and caressed, lips followed or tangled with each other. Her pussy was like salty French fries; I couldn’t get enough. I allowed myself to feast like she was a free buffet. The folds of her pussy were delicious brackets for sucking on her clit.

Mutual oral sex brings great pleasure

The blowjob wasn’t some forced reciprocity, she sucked my cock like a trooper. She sucked hard on my penis and then slowly licked my penis, balls and perineum with her tongue. Concentration makes sex more pleasurable, but I had to pull away from the moment to avoid our night ending with me exploding in her mouth.

With some Super Slyde lube, I was able to penetrate her vagina with ease. Or more accurately, help her slide onto my cock. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to tell me that cowgirl position would definitely make her orgasm. And she was right. Within two minutes, she had woken up the neighbors as she was in the middle of an explosive orgasm and then laid her shaking body on top of mine.

Suddenly she turned over and lay on her side

But then, everything was different. She rolled onto her side, with me still inside her, and we rocked gently back and forth. Our lips pressed together, our foreheads pressed together, staring into each other’s eyes. Her arms were around my neck, her fingers running through my hair, while I held her hips and slid my fingers along her back. As our rhythm slowed, I was hypersensitive to every movement. Even I could tell the difference between the silicone lubricant and her natural juices.

Her pelvic floor muscles gripped me like a fist, and her words spurred me into her. How she longedBut it took me a while. I can’t summon up a memory as good as that moment, and I certainly don’t want it to end anytime soon. Her skin was silky smooth and delightful beneath my fingertips.

Somehow I was drawn to her ear as I came. My breathing was heavy and labored, my words dry and meaningless as I explained that I was cumming. Her passion for the words only drove me deeper into her, her pussy sucking every last drop out of me. Even with nothing left to give, I moved gently inside her, savoring every sensation, her wet labia wrapped around my cock, her short, intense kisses on my upper lip.

When I woke up, she was sitting by the bed.

I woke at dawn and she was no longer beside me. My hands clutched the pillow tightly, wondering if I had been dreaming all night. But then I heard her voice. She was sitting at the end of the bed, sitting up straight, with her slender legs dangling over it. She was crying. I stood up from the sheets and put my arms around her waist.

“I’m sorry,” Michelle said finally.

‘what for?’

Her breathing suggested she had more to say, but her silence worried me. Was she married? Did she fart? Did she buy toys online?

“I have to tell you something. I know you’re going to hate me if I tell you this, and I even know it might make you angry. But I have to tell you.”

She caught my attention.

“I really like you,” she said, turning around. “More than I thought. More than I should.”

“I like you, too,” I admitted, my throat hoarse as I waited for the bombshell she was about to reveal. “A lot.”

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Michelle shifted until her brown eyes looked me in the face. There was something in them that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. She was scared, but I couldn’t tell if it was her or me. “I’m an escort,” she said finally.

I looked at her and she tried to read my response. As I stared at her, a myriad of thoughts raced through my mind. Escorts, or “career girls” as we call them in the industry, are our bread and butter. I have helped many people during my time at the shop, suggesting various items to help them get through their 12 hour appointments. Underwear, bullets, wands, throat sprays, sponges.

I pushed aside the chatter in my head and finally said simply, “I wish you had told me sooner.”

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Her honesty is appreciated

Michelle could barely meet my gaze. It was clear to me that she had no idea how I would react or what I would say next.

“Because women who work in the store get discounts,” I added. She looked up, holding back tears, and a big smile returned to her face.

“Don’t you hate me?”

“Are you kidding? Piecing together our conversation, and armed with this knowledge, I’m in awe of you.”

I wanted to say more, but she wrapped her arms around me and held me so tightly that I thought I had to break free from the suffocation. I could taste the salt of her tears as she kissed me, and my hands did their best to assure her of how I felt.

The second round was completely different from the first. Somehow, it was even more passionate, and I couldn’t keep my hands off the soft skin of her face. Even my fingers joined in our kisses. I used my mouth, my fingertips, my palms, my cock, trying to express my heart as fully as possible.

That amazing night we had together was one year ago yesterday, and I am grateful for every night we have spent together since then.