1. Now on Offer!! (Revised)


    Date: 7/31/2015, Categories: Masturbation, Sex Humor, Author: RoughRyding, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    There's this girl in a local shop I frequent. She's not conventionally pretty; rather, she's this slight, awkward thing with a constantly worn, if not exhausted, air about her. I guess her employers keep her busy. She has dark circles under her eyes, and her work attire is this rather perfunctory black number, which swamps her small frame and renders her anonymous. Despite this, I find myself drawn to her, inexplicably so. Knowing full-well of the supposed predisposition for men to assume attraction from indifferent women, I nonetheless believe her to harbour some level of genuine attraction. Her demeanour undergoes a change when I roll up to her till and goods are processed. She's flirty... Nervous with it, in the way that someone might be if unused to exercising such abilities. At times it's so subtle I search her with a wanton gaze, coaxing her towards revelation. I delight in upping the anté each time, reliably informed by her ever-so-tangible arousal. The sweet aroma of her undeclared craving seem to permeate and hang about her mingled with a pleasant fruity perfume, and inviting to us both explicit flashes of what could be. At such suggestion I feel my length unfurl against my leg inside my trousers. I am sure my protusion is writ large for all to see, and indeed she openly casts an involuntary glance down. I don't think she was consciously aware of biting her bottom lip for that brief assessment, but, catching herself, she blushed in acknowledgement and ...
    continued scanning groceries. I consider myself average in terms of looks, yet she was evidently flustered, and the shy smile spreading across her lips contagious. I imagine fucking her...bending her over the counter in front of all and sundry, and giving her a firsthand account of the wares she window-shopped. The till scanner beeps with each item. We both brave eye contact. I can see her similarly undressing me with her gaze. She looks revitalised- eyes sparkling with devious intent, and it is my turn to feel a creeping warmth about my features. Our hands brush delicately against one another, and linger slightly too long as money exchanges hands. The shop is busy, so, with a pleasant &#034thank you&#034, I head for the exit; but not before sneaking a look back one last time. Dutifully serving an elderly woman in a gey mac, she momentarily returns my look, somewhat laciviously, and, embarrassed by realizing she is doing so openly, she strives with only partial success to busy herself once more in her duties. I pocket my change and, as is my habit, I check my receipt. Some foreign ink bleeding through the paper makes a check of the other side all but inevitable and, to my surprise and delight, a series of handwritten digits is laid down in her small, neat cursive. That she thought to do so, and was able to stealthily mark the receipt, even in the midst of all the chaos, made me bristle with excitement. I resolved to have her thighs parted by week's end. To that end, a series of ...
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