Thoughts of the event fuelled a persistent and undeniable hard-on that I struggled to ignore. Gay sex But one constant remains—Amanda, the closing supervisor. “Oooo fuck,” I groaned as the initial discomfort morphed into exquisite pleasure.”That’s right, slut, you needed to remember how much you love this,” James grunted, his voice thick with arousal as he drove into me relentlessly. As I turned, my eyes locked onto a pair of sandals—those stereotypical California tourist sandals—and my gaze crawled upward. It had been 3 months since my encounter with James. What if he wanted to buy me again? “What the fuck!” I exclaimed, my voice a mixture of shock and a creeping, unwanted arousal.But James was quick, pulling me close with a firm grip. James’s thick fingers working the gel, preparing to breach me. “Must’ve been something I ate,” I added, trying to sound casual as I moved towards the last two aisles needing my attention for the night setup.As I stocked the shelves, the memory of the recent encounter ignited a troubling arousal. The very sight of the Vaseline jarred me, sending my thoughts spiraling back to that night. Her eyes twinkle with a hint of mischief as she adds, “We’re out by 9:30 PM and leave this shithole behind,” her smile breaking
