[MF] Working At A Target In My Early 20s Provided Me More Pussy Than I Could Handle (PART TWO)

[PART ONE](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jhge8l/mf_working_at_a_target_in_my_early_20s_provided/)

After posting the original story a few days ago, people seemed to be really interested in the relationship I developed with my manager, Lauren, so this part two is dedicated to her and takes place several months after my rendezvous with Selena in my classy Chevrolet Corsica. Selena and I fucked a handful of times throughout the months, and I can share those stories if anyone is interested.

But due to the interest in Lauren, I decided to skip ahead in the timeline. So I was about to turn 21 and I had finally saved up enough money to move and start a new life in a new state, which sounds more dramatic than it was. I wasn’t running away from anything, except maybe from my own fears of becoming too comfortable in one place.

“Hey, I need to talk to you later,” I told Lauren as I passed her in the back.

“Why not now?” She stopped. There were other co-workers around, and I didn’t want to bring up my two weeks’ notice in front of everyone.

“It’s, uh, personal…” I stammered.

“What? Like you got a rash?” She laughed.

“Yeah, something like that,” I joked and walked away.

A few hours later, during a slow period, I met up with Lauren and we found a private space to talk in the break area.

“So what’s up?” she asked.

“I put in my two weeks’ notice. I wanted to tell you before you heard it somewhere else.”

I could tell she was a little hurt by the expression on her face, but she played it off, “It’s not that serious,” she laughed.

“Oh, I know. It’s just, you know, we’re like friends.”

“And we’ll still be friends.”

“But it’ll be different, and I’m moving.”

“Moving where?”

“To California.”

“Oh. Wow.”

“Yeah…”

“Well, thanks for telling me. I have to get back to work,” she started to walk away. I touched her gently on the shoulder.

“You good?”

“Great” she smiled. But I knew she wasn’t great. You see, Lauren hardly ever showed emotion, and for good reason. During our two years working together, she’d often joke about how hard it is raising a kid by herself, and how the dad isn’t around, just like her dad wasn’t around. She makes jokes about these things, but it’s obvious she’s been hurt a lot.

So in a weird way, I felt like I was hurting her too. Abandoning her, even though we’re just coworkers. It’s not like we were ever romantically involved. I had imagined we were (as mentioned in the previous story) but nothing had happened yet. People move. People quit their job. Why did I feel so bad about this?

Lauren didn’t talk to me the rest of the day. She didn’t even say bye before she left, which was highly unusual. I didn’t work the following two days, so when I did return to work, it had been a few days since I told her the news. I had just six shifts left, so I wanted to repair the relationship. I really enjoyed hanging out with Lauren and hoped that we’d stay connected.

So I decided to invite her out for a goodbye dinner.

“To properly say goodbye!” I said, trying to convince her.

“Why are you making this such a big deal?” Lauren hit back, as we talked behind the counter.

“I’m not the one making it a big deal. You’re the one who ignored me the other day. You’re treating me differently.”

“I’ve just been busy…”

“You know that’s not true,” I replied. It was actually our slow season.

“Fine, fuck, yeah…I’m pissed that you’re leaving me. Everyone leaves me,” her eyes watered, “And I know this is so inappropriate. I’m your manager. This is stupid.”

“Feelings aren’t stupid.”

“Oh, shut up,” she laughed. “Why are you like that?’

“Like what?”

“All weirdly mature. It’s not natural.”

“Just get dinner with me on Thursday.”

“Okay,” she said softly.

We agreed to meet at the restaurant, which was a relief to me because I didn’t want to pick her up in my car. The restaurant in question was Olive Garden, which is comical…I know, but this was a smallish town, okay? And the Olive Garden was brand new, so it was a big deal, okay? I even had to call ahead to make sure they had a table, so fuck off with your judgements. Plus, the breadsticks. Come on.

I arrived first, obviously. I’m an anxious dude, so I like to be prepared, and when you’re prepared, you’re usually early. Lauren arrived about five minutes later, and my jaw nearly hit the floor. It was one of the first times I saw her outside of our unstylish uniforms. She wore a little dress that stopped a few inches above her knees. The way her tits looked in the dress…fuck. She looked a lot like [Kate Hudson](https://www.connectradio.fm/wp-content/uploads/2019/12/E_Kate_Hudson_121819.gif), just a little thicker and much bigger breasts.

“Wow. You look stunning,” I said, even though I had never really used the word stunning before.

“I don’t get invited out much, so you know, gotta take advantage of it.”

We walked inside and were immediately seated at a small table for two. The waiter took our drink orders and then returned with our drinks and a basket full of delicious breadsticks. We both grabbed a stick.

“There a bit phallic, huh?” she examined the oily stick of carbs. She allowed the stick to float inches away from her lips before taking a bite.

“I’d be honored if my dick tasted this good,” I joked, taking a large bite. As we settled in with jokes and good conversation, we finally moved to the more serious discussion as we finished up our main course of pasta. She talked about how sad she was that I was leaving, and she knows it’s not fair to me, but she doesn’t do well with goodbyes, for the reasons I explained above.

I assured her it wasn’t a goodbye, and I’d come back to visit. We could still talk/text…whatever. Basically, I let her know I valued our friendship.

“I mean, you helped me get laid. I’m forever grateful,” I laughed.

“You have quite the reputation,” she replied as the waiter placed the check on the table, “No rush,” he assured us.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“They talk, at work.”

“Oh lord.”

“All good things,” she smiled. “All good things,” I felt her foot rubbing my leg under the table. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional at first, but then she moved higher and higher.

“What are you doing?” I asked her.

“Let’s go back to my place.”

I paid for the meal in record time and then followed her in my car to her home. She pulled into the driveway and I parked on the street. As I got out of the car, she went inside real quick to make sure her mother hadn’t returned with her son. She then waved me in when she knew the coast was clear.

We didn’t waste any time once inside. This had been building for two damn years, and this was the moment I finally got to show her what she had been missing. I placed my hands roughly on her hips and pulled her in for a long, passionate kiss inside her living room. She wrapped a leg over me and our tongues touched for the first time. It was magical. Filled with lust. We both needed this.

I broke from the kiss, turned her around and pushed her against the wall. I walked up behind her and kissed the back of her neck and she moved her ass against me. I pushed into her, breathing down on her neck. She moaned just a little. I moved my hands down to her ass and then slid them underneath, giving her ass a smack. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long,” I whispered next to her ear.

I planted a few more kisses along her neck and then kneeled down behind her. My hands grabbed the sides of her dress and lifted the material over my head. Now face-to-ass, I brought my hands up and squeezed both of her cheeks before pulling her panties down her legs. She spread her legs as I spread her cheeks, my tongue darted to her opening, making a circle around her asshole. Lauren jumped in response and pushed herself against my face.

I enclosed her hole with my lips and pressed my tongue firmly against it. “Fuck,” she cried out. I gave her ass one more slap before picking her up and throwing her on the couch. I ripped off her dress and got comfortable between her legs. She responded by nudging me forward with her feet. I kissed along her thighs, making sure to stay a few inches away from her pussy. The teasing continued for a minute or two before she shouted, “Oh my god. I’m fucking ready. Please!”

I looked up at her and smiled, and then ran the tip of my tongue down her pussy. The taste was better than anything they served at Olive Garden. I needed more, so I applied just enough pressure to slip inside her lips. Her moans were quickly becoming my most favorite thing about this experience. I pushed my tongue deeper inside, not that I had much of choice considering she had her hands on the back of my head, pushing and grinding against my face. My entire face was coated with her juices now.

My mouth surrounded her clit. She was about to wiggle off the cushion, so I placed my hands on her waist to control her movements, my thumbs pressed hard against her skin. The assault on her clit continued until her legs fell down my back and began to shake. “FUCK!” She moaned as her grinding became more sporadic and undisciplined. I used my tongue to lap up all her juices.

I stood back up to remove my clothes, and then motioned for Lauren to slide to the edge of the couch, “Come here.” I said, holding my cock with my right hand. She moved forward, her face just inches away from the head. I thrusted forward and slapped the head of my cock against her cheek. She playfully snapped at the head before taking it inside her mouth and twirling her tongue around it. Her hand replaced my hand on the shaft.

Slowly she moved her hand up and down as her mouth continued to pleasure the tip of my cock. “Damn” and “fuck” were the only words I could get out in that moment. A loud moan managed to escape out as well when she moved her mouth down my shaft, taking in nearly my entire length.

I placed my hands against the back of her head, “You’re so fucking hot,” I told her before pulling her head back and turning her around on the cushion. She stuck her ass out in the air and I slapped my cock violently against her ass before shoving it inside her warm pussy. I thrusted deep inside and grabbed a handful of her beautiful tits from behind. The sounds of our bodies slamming together filled the room.

“Fuck…fuck fuck…Harder!” she yelled. I pounded against her harder, my cock was swimming in the juices of her pussy. The pounding continued for another minute or two, and then I turned her slightly to push her flat against the couch. I mounted her from behind, pushing deeper inside her and slamming my chest against her back. As she tried her best to push back against my thrusts, I kissed and bit down on her shoulder. I moved my mouth up to her ear, my tongue flicking against it, “I’m about to fucking cum,” I whispered.

She turned her head just enough to press her lips against mine. My speed increased as I got closer and closer to cumming. Her pussy squeezed my cock tightly as it pulsed inside her, the head fully inflamed as I started to cum. It felt as if she was milking me as we both yelled and moaned, “Yes, baby…” she moaned, pushing the lower half of her body up against mine.

And we stayed like that for a minute or two. My cock still twitching inside her. It was kinda beautiful.

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