Customer Service

 I smiled at the customer and wished him a pleasant weekend as he turned for the door. It’s funny, really, how easily I fall into the service mode when I need to… and even more funny that it makes me feel so good when I can make someone else genuinely smile. That smile was still on my face when I turned around to see my colleague standing there, looking amused.

“You know that he is a grumpy motherf*cker, that guy?” he said. “What on earth did you do to make him look so damn happy when he left - and especially so since the tab was pretty hefty..!” 

I laughed and tilted my head. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t he be happy? It’s Friday, isn’t it?!”

“Oh yeah, sure… and it didn’t have anything to do with the nice view of your behind when you bent over to pick up the receipt for him.” he blinked. “That probably was the highlight of his day..!”

I giggle and wiggle my behind “What, THIS ol’ thing..? Nah - it was probably the blowjob I gave him after he dropped off the car key.”

His eyes go wide and even though he knows full well that I’m joking… I just know he is right now picturing it in his mind. Yeah… in his head I am down on my knees at this moment with my lips around his cock - and now I’m just devious, but I slowly lick my lips and watch his face flush pink. 

I feel rather pleased with myself when I wink at him and smile again before I return to work while my colleague shuffles off.  I don’t know about you, but I rather like the idea that someone is having naughty thoughts about me… and I think it’s a massive turn-on to imagine that they get properly aroused and, yes, the idea that someone is wanking off while fantasizing about me… is making me all hot and bothered. 

What I’m trying to say is that yes, I was having a ball of a time messing with that poor colleagues head. I knew that he wouldn’t be able to get rid of the idea for quite some time… and I was going to be a proper bitch feeding the idea for as long as I could. 

True to my plan I sit quietly at the next coffee break and fiddle with my phone. He’s sat down at the chair next to me, chatting with the other guys around the table. When he is left out of the conversation for a moment I lean over and ask him for an advice, does he think I should order another one of the red or the black with yellow pattern and show him the screen of my smart phone where I scroll through a set of pretty damn revealing photos of me wearing different lingerie… and there are a few photos in the middle where I am stark naked, posing with just my hands that hardly is covering my naughty bits - more or less. He’s trying to play it cool, but since I’m leaning in I can hear that his breathing suddenly is rather heavy and he is adjusting his position on the chair. Apparently there is something the matter with the fit of his trousers.

See, this man usually talks a lot about pretty much everything and he hasn’t been shy talking about the fact that he loves to fuck and that he loves licking pussy. I have to admit that this is something that I’ve kept in mind and when he asks me to accompany him out to the shed behind the company after coffee break I agree.

“So” I say lightly while walking ahead of him, swaying my hips from side to side “what is it you would like me to… help you with?” 

He’s walking behind me, mumbling something inaudible and I swear that I can feel his gaze on my arse. We’ve just barely gotten into the shed and he stops me from flicking on the light switch. Instead he grabs my hips from behind and pushes me into the corrugated steel of the shed’s wall and I very clearly feel something hard pressing up against my ass. I push back, moving my hips against him. His voice sounds strained when he mutters in my ear “You little cock tease, I’m gonna teach you what happens if you play that game with me…” 

I can’t hold back the smile spreading over my face “Oh yeah..?” God, he obviously isn’t aware that I’ve been the one holding his leach all the time, he really thinks that he’s in charge. How cute… This is going to be fun. But sure - I can play along. For a while.

He pushes me up against the dirty wall and reaches around me with his left hand, grabbing my breast. I wiggle a bit, as if trying to get away, but I’m really pressing my ass firmer towards his erection and I can feel it getting harder by the second. He groans in my ear and now his other hand is on my waist, a few fingers under the hem of my work shirt. He doesn’t seem to know whether to go up to my boobs or if he’s going to reach down over my smooth stomach towards my pussy. I make the decision for him, grabbing his wrist and guiding it down. The palms of his hands obviously belong to a worker and there are calluses scraping against my soft skin.
In spite of his previously tough attitude he is now obviously insecure and I’ve got the distinct feeling he’ll back out of this if his brain regains a bit control - so I’ve got to make sure he keeps thinking with his cock. His fingertips have now reached my panties and he is hesitating - this is way more than he had planned, if there even was a plan he quite clearly has lost track of it by now… but I’m going to make sure that the confusion will work for me. A little bit more guidance for the hand down my trousers and his fingers slides in under my panties, reaching the small, soft patch of pubic hair… His breathing is laboured by now and he is pressing his hard cock against my behind. By now I’m almost confident I’ve got him in the mindset I need him and that left hand has slid over to my other side, he has shoved the bra out of the way and is cupping my bare breast, moving his thumb over my hard nipple. I slowly tilt my hips and through that move I force his fingers, the ones that stopped halfway through my pubic hair, further down - and suddenly his index finger slides over my clitoris and in between my very wet pussy lips. This time it’s my time to groan with pleasure, at first he seems a bit hesitant - but all that soft wetness is enough to push him over that last hesitant edge and by now I’m sure I’ll get my way, nothing less than an atomic bomb will distract him now.  

With his fingers busy caressing the soft, warm and very wet folds of my pussy I unbutton my work trousers and pull down the zipper. My trousers slide down over my hips and I quickly push my panties the same way, before I turn around so I’m facing him. I lean my shoulders back toward the dirty wall and take his hand, the one that was stroking my pussy and lift it to my lips. I slowly lick his fingers, tasting myself while sucking gently on his fingers. Then I look him straight in his eyes.

“I want you to lick my pussy. Now.” 

He didn’t expect that, it’s apparent - and for a moment I think I might have lost him as we both hear two other colleagues walking by outside the door… but when I put one hand on his shoulder and gently push down, he goes down on his knees before me. I feel his warm breath on my thighs and I spread my legs as much as the trousers round my ankles allows. His hands runs from the knees and up, following the inside of my thighs up to my crotch where he spreads his fingers while the thumbs glides through the wetness of my pussy, opening me up - and then his tongue follows, licking with broad, light strokes along my pussy… and only just touch my clit every two or three lick. It feels so good and the fact that this is forbidden in so many ways only adds to the pleasure. Again I hear people walking by outside, no more than a meter away, but now he doesn’t even flinch. He is completely focused on licking me and he does it really fucking good. Those broad, teasing licks are followed by rapid, flickering moves with the tip of his tongue while he slides a finger over and around the opening of my wet pussy, he’s mixing my own juices with his saliva. I can hear my own breathing getting quicker and heavier - and since I’ve been horny pretty much the whole day it won’t take a lot more for me to cum… and obviously he recognises the signs - and the bastard suddenly stops what he’s doing, just as the first vibrations of my orgasm has started building. He has two fingers inside me, but that lovely tongue of his has stopped and I’m just about to get mad when he resumes licking my pussy, again the light, broad licks and it feels so fucking good it makes my knees shake. 

I’m very slowly sliding down against the dirty wall and it is mainly his face and fingers holding me in place and preventing me from sliding all the way down to the floor. Once again the orgasm is building inside me and I’m almost panting - and once again he stops. He waits until my breathing has returned to somewhat normal.

“Do you want me to continue?”

I groan. “Yes.”

“Yes… what?”

“Yes… please.”

He sits there for a couple of seconds, just breathing on my now hypersensitive pussy… and then his soft tongue begins caressing my clit again. The pause has made it cool down a little bit, but he sure as hell knows what he’s doing between my legs and I can already feel my pussy starting to squeeze the fingers he has inside me - and the orgasm that is building now is not that normal feeling of a pleasurable wave swirling through my body. This one is the bloody tsunami of orgasms. A slow moving explosion that makes me shake all over like if I was having a seizure and everything holding me upright has turned into red hot liquid - and this time it actually IS him preventing me from collapsing onto the filthy floor. 

It almost feels like I’ve blacked out for a moment, but I feel my heartbeat and my breathing slowly returning to normal. I’m reaching down to pull my panties and trousers back up, but he stops me and pulls out a cutter from his back pocket. He swiftly cuts through the thin fabric of my panties and pulls them away from my legs, wipes his face that is soaked with my pussy juices - and then stuffs them in the pocket along with the cutter. 

“I’ll keep these as a reminder, if you don’t mind.” 

I pull my work trousers up and button them. As I turn to leave I smile and tell him to keep them - and maybe to suit up for a re-match in the future.