I had just started this new job, and i was pretty excited. i love the movies. i come here all the time anyway and now i get paid to sell movie shit, really? and i get to see free movies. it was going well. the people were cool and the managers were pretty chill too. There's this one manager and i think he call himself flirting with me. He put his number in my phone one day when i was chillin in the break room. but he is cute and im single so i dont care. as time goes by him and i talk more and more until it becomes an everyday thing. even at work he say some slick flirty shit. one day when we all at working talking and shit i notice a glisten on his ring finger on his left hand, "you married?" --- "yea" he states simply. Nigga what? im confused. like havent we had extremely freaky conversations? did YOU not give ME your number? did i miss something?
for a few days that sits with me and im just confused as to why this nigga even talkin to me, but i guess you can say eventually i get over it because one summer night as i am preparing to leave work and head home he texts me and tells me to meet him at this side door entrance to the building. now i have never been through this mystery door so i have no idea what to expect but im like ok. and then he says bring a condom, im like woah now but with a smirk on my face. i grab a magnum, my keys and get out my car. when i get to the door he has already cracked the door that leads to a stairwell. i walk in and before i can even say one word he is all over me. kissing my lips, neck, ears, down to my titties. hands running down my pack towards my ass and leading my hands to his package. so far so good.his kisses are soft and gentle with just enough edge to show me how bad he wants me. his hands are firm on my ass showing me how bad he craves to feel himself inside of me, and this is a feeling i havent felt in awhile. he slides my black work pants and lace thong down ---- thank God i wore sexy panties today i think to myself --- and starts touching my love box. lets just say, if i wasnt wet before, im flooding now. he bends me over the stairs, puts the condom on and slides inside of me. giving me nice deep slow strokes i have to contain my volume. i guess the stroke is so good i let a few escape my lips and he reaches up and places a hand around my mouth. that movement causes him to get even deeper inside of me.i feel every inch of his stick and all i can do is moan his name. my juices are all over him and before i know it his are deep inside me, safely inside that magnum.
he pulls out, pulls up his pants, i do the same and smirk at him, "what about your wife, wont she smell me on you?" --- "lets not ruin the moment with the mention of the W word" he responds right before placing a kiss on my lips. i just simply laugh, and walk out the door i came in through. "see ya later mr married man" i say as i keep walking towards my car without lookin back.
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