"...Oh no. I'm getting aroused."
Tonight, it's just me and the manager working the late shift. In other words, it's just the two of us in the store.
This situation makes my heart race and my body tingle with excitement.
Earlier, when I stumbled a bit, the manager caught me with one arm.
Despite his slender appearance, he has well-defined muscles and held me firmly.
I can't help but feel aroused.
So, unable to control my feelings... or rather, my sexual desire for the manager, I decided to indulge in some solo pleasure in the corner of the break room sofa, feeling the thrill of possibly being caught.
"Ah... manager..."
Sitting with my back to the door, I lean against the sofa.
Even if someone were to walk in, I could probably cover it up.
Taking advantage of this, I grab the manager's discarded shirt, inhaling the mixed scent of his cologne and tobacco, pressing the shirt to my face, spreading my legs slightly, and slipping my fingers into my underwear to touch my clitoris directly.
Every time the manager's scent tickles my nose, a sweet tightness grips my lower abdomen, and honey-like fluid oozes out.
I scoop up the fluid with my fingertip and rub it onto my clitoris, slowly exposing the sensitive nub.
With my now slippery fingers, I rub my clitoris repeatedly, heightening the pleasure.
"Ah... manager... oh..."
If only these fingers were the manager's.
Would he insert his long, thick fingers into my wetness, making squelching sounds as he stirs inside me?
Would he whisper teasingly in my ear, "Does this feel good?" while reaching places my fingers can't, rubbing my G-spot with his fingertip, and flicking my clitoris with his nail?
And then, would he lick my nipples with his tongue, saying, "Does this feel good? They're standing up."
The manager in my fantasies is a bit mean and very erotic.
He's my ideal person, someone who teases the one he likes.
The real manager is kind but says slightly mean things, so I imagine he's like that in bed too.
"Ah... I love you... manager... I love you so much."
Burying my face in his shirt, I whisper my feelings for the manager, trying to muffle my voice. At the same time, sweet sighs escape my lips.
"Ah... I'm going to..."
My fingers make sticky, wet sounds as they stir inside me.
Knowing exactly where to touch, I focus on the most pleasurable spots.
Just a little more. Just a little more and I'll—
"Hey, Emily! Time to close up!"
"...!!???"
Just as I was about to climax, the door opened, and the manager called out to me.
"Emily! Hey, are you sleeping?"
He said we just need to clean up and close the register, and as he finished speaking, he peeked at my face from behind.
"Emily...?"
"Ah, this, this is... um..."
"That's my shirt, isn't it?"
"Um, well..."
I couldn't find the words.
Too embarrassed to look away, my body wouldn't move.
I wonder what the manager thought of my lewd behavior.
He must be disgusted.
Because he's just staring at me without saying anything.
"What are you doing?"
"Ah, um..."
"Using my shirt to get off by yourself?"
"...!!"
"I see. Doing naughty things in the store, huh?"
As he said this, the manager crouched down in front of me.
His gaze was directly on my wetness.
Even though my slacks and underwear covered it partially, the wetness made it look like I had an accident.
As I looked at him with teary eyes, unable to say anything, the manager knelt down and pulled my slacks and underwear down to my ankles.
"!? Manager!?"
Surprised by the sudden action, I tried to close my legs and called out to him.
But I couldn't match his strength.
In no time, I was in an M-shaped position.
"You're twitching a lot. Were you about to come?"
He blew on my exposed clitoris, making me feel it, and more honey-like fluid oozed out.
"Wow, that's really cute."
"...What?"
As I widened my eyes at his words, he suddenly buried his face between my legs and sucked up the honey.
"Ah, ah!"
A sweet voice escaped my lips.
Ignoring my flustered state, the manager continued to suck up the honey and rub my clitoris with his thumb.
He's much more erotic than the manager in my fantasies, and it feels so much better than doing it alone.
Tears of pleasure streamed down my cheeks.
Occasionally, the manager would glance at me, but even that gaze only excited me more.
Whether he knew it or not, the manager didn't stop licking or sucking, relentlessly attacking my most sensitive spots.
"...You're all messy."
He made me come over and over again with his tongue and fingers.
I lost count of how many times I climaxed, my head feeling hazy.
My legs and hips were weak, and I leaned limply against the sofa.
Seeing this, the manager smiled and turned me over, positioning me on all fours on the sofa.
He licked his lips as he looked at me.
"It's a great view. I'd love to go in, but I don't have a condom, so I'll make you come with frottage."
"What!?"
Before I could fully understand his words, the manager placed his erect heat between my thighs and began to move slowly.
The sound of wetness and the dry sound of skin slapping echoed alternately in the small room.
Thinking how lucky it was that the break room camera was broken, I let him move me as he pleased, feeling the heat of his erection rubbing against my clitoris, making a warm sensation spread from deep inside me.
"Something... feels..."
"Are you about to come?"
Unable to form words properly, I nodded repeatedly at his question.
The manager smiled kindly, patted my head, and then increased the pace, making obscene wet sounds.
"Ah, ah... manager... I can't..."
"Come for me...!"
Hearing his words, he reached for my chest and pinched my nipple.
Unable to withstand the stimulation, I climaxed, dripping clear fluid from my wetness.
Feeling this, the manager pulled out his erection from between my thighs and ejaculated on my buttocks.
"...Manager."
"Yeah?"
As I lay there dazed after the act, the manager sat next to me, smoking a cigarette.
"What will happen to our relationship?"
I asked the question that had been on my mind throughout the act.
"Well, I guess we're lovers now."
"What?"
"What, are you unhappy with an old guy like me?"
"No, not at all...!"
My heart raced at his words.
Finally, my unrequited love was fulfilled.
"Next time, please make love to me as your girlfriend!"
"I won't hold back."
He said, hugging me tightly, and I hugged him back, feeling happy.
Fin.
