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- It was a drag job. The guys were mostly fuckoff types who didn't
- care what kind of job they did. I was more ambitious using the opportunity
- to make contacts in the hopes that a better job would happen for
- me.
- My supervisor kept calling me a kissass and giving me the shit shifts
- so I had little opportunity to meet some of the executives int he
- company, but I was determined to make it work.
- _
- It was one night shift that gave me that opportunity. I had cleaned
- up the mail room and was touring the offices to restock all the xerox
- supplies when I saw a light on in an office.
- -
- I made sure I stopped by and saw one of the managers working at his
- desk. We made a little conversation at first and I offered to get
- him some coffee and sandwich from down the street. He was pleasant
- and offered to buy me a sandwich too.
- I went back to the mail room and stripped off my tee shirt and underwear
- and put my jeans and shirt back on. While I was anxious to move up
- in the company, I was horny too and this guy was a turn on.
- He was beefy, curly hair, clean shaven, wore glasses to read, deep
- voice and his eyes...god those eyes.
- During our chatting, his eyes kept looking me over and lingered on
- my crotch. I wished I hadn't worn underwear that night so I could
- see if he was really interested.
- I put the bags of food on his desk and his smile welcomed me. We
- decided to go to the office next door where it was more comfortable,
- he said.
- It was his bosses office. The couch and coffee table were perfect
- for relaxing..and other things I thought.
- I busied myself putting the food out on the table, reaching across
- him..and holding myself from falling by putting my hand on his leg.
- His hand patted my back and stayed there for a moment as I did these
- chores.
- We laughed about certain personalities in the company. He asked me
- why he hadn't seen me around before and I lamented the night shifts
- but then said I was glad I worked the late shift..now or else we
- might not have met.
- He was silent.
- Then he reached over and opened my shirt the rest of the way. I didn't
- move. My cock , which was half hard anyway, hardened to its full
- size.
- I reached over and unbuttoned his chest too..and reached inside to
- touch his smooth and developed chest.
- His fingers on the top button of my jeans made me hold my breath
- knowing we were about to do what I fantasized about while I went
- to get us the sandwiches.
- I stood and let him unbutton them the rest of the way..and push my
- jeans down my legs.
- I let my unbuttoned shirt fall off my shoulders and stepped out of
- my sneakers.
- I stood there naked.
- His hands slid over my legs and hips.
- I knelt and unzipped his trousers...surprized to see he wore no underwear
- either..or perhaps he took his off while I was gone.
- His cock tasted wonderful.
- I looked up to see he had taken his shirt off and my mouth traveled
- up his stomach to his nipples.
- We lay on the couch for what seemed like hours kissing, touching,
- and sucking.
- He led me back to his office..and I sat on his desk. He lifted my
- legs and assaulted me with his tongue..then his cock.
- I kept working the late shift and my supervisor asked me why I didn't
- complain. I just smiled.
- It was a long affair. When I quit the job, he cried. But the weekend
- we spent in a motel at the beach made up for my absence he said.
- It was my last time seeing him. He talked about his wife and kids
- and his need to get back to his life.
- I cried.
- We made love.
- And we moved on.
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