So I recently moved on from the job I’ve had for around 6 years and into an actual career type thing now. I’m like a proper adult now ugh :/
So anyway this past job got me all through uni and a made me a decent enough amount of money to survive and do all the fun stuff a student does. It wasn’t anything glamorous, simply a sales assistant job at a furniture and homeware store. Being an early 20’s student away from home I made the most of it and over those five or so years I’ve managed to amass a few tales that I hope will entertain.
Also I’ve never written something like this before so any feedback is greatly appreciated :)
#1 – A Bit of DIY
So this must have been a good two or three years ago now. I was snowed under with assignments and projects from uni and this usually meant I didn’t have as much time to go out and party and socialise as I’d like. I used to finish working in the library, have my work uniform in my bag and run to work and get changed.
This particular day they dumped me in the bookcases section which just involved me walking round and asking anyone if they needed help with anything. Most people don’t.
I ended up just stood around tidying waiting for my 6 hours to roll past when this woman comes up to me and asks me a few questions about the products. This was quite a while ago so I don’t really remember exactly what she was asking about but I remember her asking “Does this need to be secured to the wall?” At this point I’m giving her maybe at a push 30 or 40% of my attention because Jesus Christ was she the personification of a hot mature woman. She was about mind to late 40’s. Around 5’4″, medium length brown hair and curvy in all the right places. She was wearing a black dress with a denim jacket over the top. Her tits were a gorgeous 36f atleast.
I start to lay on the flirting a bit to try and upsell and because it’s fun and easy with someone so attractive. I explain that we can deliver the item to her later today but she will have to attach it to the wall as these things are stupidly front heavy. She’s pretty frustrated by this and asks if the delivery guys would install it for her. I explain that even if they were allowed to they would probably fuck it up so it’s best to just do it yourself and it only takes one screw.
She sighs and I start taking her details for the delivery and payment. This is where the skeptical side of you will most likely be thinking “fake!” But honest to god this is 100% real.
She lives in my apartment building. Like one floor above mine. I can’t believe it and we joke and laugh about it because the building was built like a year ago it still doesn’t appear on satnav’s and the post code doesn’t come up with anything when you search for it. I make notes for the driver and she’s asking me about what I do and what I study etc.
She’s divorced and her son is also away studying so she’s left to do all the manly DIY herself. I don’t know why I say this because it’s against the store rules but I offer to pop up after work and to quickly secure it to the wall for her and that’ll save her the hassle of trying to find someone to do it. She thanks me a lot and is really grateful. She pays and leaves and plays it cool so my manager doesn’t know.
The rest of my shift I’m thinking about her and fantasising if I should have made a move and then realise that I can’t really do anything because it’ll come back to the company that one of their staff sexually harassed a customer and I’ll get fired blah blah.
So my shift ends and I head home. I decide it’s probably not a good idea to go up there because after all it is against the rules and if I do it wrongly I’m not covered is she sue’s me etc. 10 minutes after she knocks on my door. Shit I gave her my flat number when she said hers stupidly. “Oh you live in 21, I live in 17!” Ugh now I have to explain to her.
So I open the door and she’s all kind and still hot and sexy and I’m like sorry I’m just a bit tired and she’s like oh it’ll just take a second and I won’t keep you you’re doing me a massive favour etc.
So I’m like fine fuck it whatever I’ll go up there and put it up. I follow her up the stairs and stare at her arse under her dress. I suppose it’s not all bad.
She leads me into her apartment and the layout is exactly the same as mine except it’s a mirrored image. I go into the living room and slide back the bookcase. Stand on the stool I brought with me and screw it to the wall. Job done.
I turn round and she grabs me and kisses me. I can’t even think. She puts her arms around me and pretty much eats my face. Fuck she’s crazy. And we all know how good in bed the crazy ones are. At this stage her hand grabs mine and slides it over her bum and places the other on her breast. I’m fully hard at this stage and my cock is pressing itself into her. I can feel her smile through the kiss and she breaks our lips and gives me this filthy grin. She pulls me by my arm round to her bedroom and sits me on the bed. She undoes my jeans and slides them off and before I can even say think or do anything my hard cock is in the back of her throat.
She’s gliding up and down, sliding and rotating her hand round my shaft and making this incredibly hot slurping sounds. Her tongue it swirling around my head and my eyes roll back. This cannot be really happening.
Her other hand has hiked her dress up round her waist and she’s playing with her pussy as she bobs up and down. My cock isn’t some pornstar monstrocity but it is a decent 6/7″ and pretty thick. She seemed to fucking worship it. I’m not used to this level of intense blowjob action so I’m thinking to myself in going to blow my load and she’s going to laugh at me.
Almost reading me mind she takes my cock from her mouth and stands up. Straddles me. Leans forward her hand pushing me back to lay down fully on my back. And uses her other hand to glide my cock into her soaking pussy. And I mean soaking. She sits down on me and I fill her nicely. I let out an uncontrolled moan and she giggles at me. I notice we’ve actually not even said a word since she started kissing me.
I don’t spend much time thinking about that because she’s now started riding me expertly. Her tits are bouncing and her eyes are rolled back. Her nails are digging into my chest a little too roughly but I don’t want to say anything. This feels so fucking good. Her pussy is gripping me and she looks down and smiles. She notices me staring at her bouncing tits and rolls her eyes with a smile. She pulls them free and leans over me so I can play with them. I like and such on a nipple and she starts to ride harder and faster.
She slides up my shaft slowly and then slams back down on it hard repeating this process faster and faster. She’s fucking me so hard and her moans get louder and louder. Her hair is in her face now and she is really pounding onto my cock. I can’t last like this.
I blow my load inside her and this is the first I even think about the fact she never put a condom on me. I start to think about how stupid that was and if she even wanted me to cum in her. She seems to be happy enough and slides off me, my cum dripping and oozing out of her. She slumps down on the bed next to me and just utters the words “just let yourself out, dear”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4c0ho1/tales_of_an_old_job_1_a_bit_of_diy_mf