The receptionist and the salesman

Another late night, stuck at the dealership. We were supposed to clock out an hour ago, but he was selling a car, and I was the one who had to take the down payment. Ya know, us receptionists actually do a lot more than we get credit for. Even so, I was treated as nothing more than eye candy.

“I’m so sorry. Looks like I kept you late for no reason. They ended up backing out of the deal.” His defeated voice ripped me from my deep concentration of my nightly paperwork. He looked down at me with his deep blue eyes, which were riddled with the disappointment of wasted time and lost hope.

I had always found this particular salesman to be very attractive, but it wasn’t until that moment of being alone with him that I realized how *sexy* he was. The way his eyes turned down just slightly at the corners. The way his lips naturally pouted. He reminded me of a sad cowboy wearing a suit, and I had a sudden, overwhelming urge to cheer him up.

I was 21 at the time, and I had some raging hormones. The idea of him being 10 years older than me made something deep within me *tighten*. I briefly imagined him bending me over my desk and taking his frustration out on me, and had to catch my breath. I immediately stopped the thought in it’s tracks, as it felt so perverted and wrong to think that way.

“Whoa, are you alright?” *SHIT*.

His voice was a touch deeper, carrying a hint of curiosity. His eyes, on the other hand, asked so much more. They stared me down intently. Based on the look that flickered across my face while I though of him fucking me, he really wanted to know what was on my mind.

“Yeah, I just am super thirst. Dry throat.” Yes. My throat sounded super dry, and my voice small. My throat felt so tight as the blood rushed to my cheeks. I couldn’t have been more obvious, and it was humiliating.

“Well, why don’t we clock out and wind down with a drink at that place across the street? My treat?” The question seemed so innocent, and I wanted to prove that whatever he just saw was a fluke.. that I totally *didn’t* have a crush on him. That i really *did* just need a drink.

So we walked together to our cars, and planned to meet up at the bar across the street.. ya know, to vent about being stuck at work late or something.

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This man seriously ordered appetizers and *water*. I was surprised because I thought we were indulging in something a bit more dangerous, but I was also relieved because my throat really was dry. That wasn’t a lie, so I gratefully indulged in my water and picked at some chicken tenders.

After we small talked about annoying customers wasting our time, he couldn’t resist. “So, that was quite the interesting look on your face earlier. I’ve only seen women look at me that way in private.”

A smirk slowly lifted the left corner of his mouth, and I imagined teasing his lips with my tounge. Lightly biting them.

“There it is again.”

I could barely breathe. “I think I need some fresh air.” The water had betrayed me, as my voice sounded so small once again.

I walked stiffly out the door into the cool autumn air, leaning my head against the wall of the building to cool myself down more quickly. I tried to steady my breath, but the image of myself grinding on top of him was so vivid, I lightly moaned.

“I took care of the bill, so we don’t have to go back in. I just wanted to come check on you. You seemed a bit.. faint back there. Are you alright?” Hearing his voice from behind me sent shivers like I’d never known down my spine. I was still facing the building, thank goodness. I couldn’t imagine what my face must have been portraying.

Then I felt his hand brush the small of my back, just under my jacket. I almost melted into a puddle. I felt his breath in my ear, “its okay if you want me. I can tell you do, and I want you too. I’ve wanted you for so long. I watch you every day.” He slightly nibbled my ear. “Not only do I see your sweet smile, but I see those long legs and tight ass. I imagine how my hands would fit perfectly on your waist. How I could just *grab* you.”

He grabbed onto my waist and pulled my ass into his crotch. I could feel how hard he was already and instinctually grinded myself harder against him. Just as quickly, I looked around embarrassed, hoping no one had seen us. Luckily, it was late enough that there weren’t many people around.

He turned me to face him, and the heat in his eyes scalded me. He wanted me, badly. He used his pointer finger under my chin to guide my lips to his, and it was still the best kiss I’ve ever felt. His hands were in my hair, holding my face, grabbing the back of my neck. Our tongues massages each other, and we consumed the little moans that escaped our lips.

I pulled away just enough to whisper “my other lips need a turn.” The whimper that came out of him next caused a reaction of heat in my jeans I’d never experienced before. My pussy was ready for him.

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We met up at my apartment since it was closer than his place. The whole drive there, I felt the wetness between my legs increasing in anticipation of his mouth.. and then his cock.

We walked in as if we were just friends, but as soon as I locked the front door behind me, I danced towards my bedroom and stripped myself down on the way. I sat on the foot of my bed facing him in just a thong and Bralette and spread my legs. My eyes said *please*.

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