When I was 14, my father used to go to the hardware store in our neighborhood all of the time. In the parking lot of that store, there was a guy that sold barbecue from a trailer. He had a smoker and all of the materials there and he paid the hardware store to let him park there and sell his food. It was actually very delicious BBQ. So, my 12 year old brother was obsessed with fire, smoke, BBQing (still is in fact) and over time my dad was a frequent customer and became friends with the guy. One time, my dad volunteered my brother to start helping out there part time. A few hours on the weekends, my brother would help this guy (Bob Kirk - I still remember his name). Well, my brother was also quite the athlete, so on occasion he would have games or whatever that would conflict. So my father offered me as a substitute volunteer. Well, except I was going to be paid to help. At first it was so awkward, because this guy was like 50 or 60 and not really even particularly good looking. We had nothing to talk about, as I wasn't really interested in the ins and outs of cooking good barbecue. But I did notice that he was always staring whenever I had to bend over or whatever. So that is where the fun began... I wanted to see just how far I could push this man.
This trailer was pretty small. Tight quarters. So we would be working in there, and I started just toying with him. I would accidentally brush up against him as we passed by each other making sure my ass hit his crotch. I would reach across the counter so that my breasts would rub up against his arms. I started wearing shorter and tighter clothes. I would wear t-shirts out of the house and then act like it was just too hot once I got there and take off layers until I was in paper-thin, skin-tight shirts. I was making this guy crazy! And I loved every minute of it. This went on for months. I was actually pretty impressed at his willpower. Although I knew I was having an effect on him. I would catch him adjusting himself or rubbing himself when he didn't think I was looking.
So one day I was in the back part of the trailer where he kept all of the plates and foil and stuff. He asked me to do something - hollered it, but I pretended I didn't hear. That forced him to walk to that part of the trailer. I waited until he stepped into the doorway and then I stood up and turned around and acted like I was walking through the doorway. I feigned that I didn't see him there, so when we finally made eye contact I was about an inch from his face. I didn't pull back. I just stood there and made eye contact and smiled, holding my position. I bit my bottom lip nervously. He broke eye contact and my heart sank a bit. But then to my surprise he reached forward and kissed me gently. I moaned quietly. Our lips parted and his tongue danced in my mouth. The kiss lasted 15 seconds at most. Then he broke away and apologized profusely saying he didn't know what had got into him. I noticed that he reached down inside his jeans this time to rearrange his cock while he turned away. My adrenaline was coursing through my veins. I didn't say anything else about it, but went about teasing him as a normally did. When he saw my father's truck pull up in the parking lot, he looked at me nervously. I winked at him and smiled. Then I leaned in and whispered in his ear that I couldn't wait to see him next time. Then I let my hand brush past his stiffening cock as I exited the trailer. I jumped down from the platform, bounded into the passenger side of my father's truck and waved as we drove off.
It was two long weeks until I had to cover for my brother again. I chose my outfit carefully. At that time, I was in excellent shape. I had athletic tan legs from summers at the swimming pool and days on the basketball and volleyball court. I had some cut-off jean shorts where the inseam was literally less than 2 inches across. They came right below the crack of my ass. When we were leaving the house, my father asked if those were good work shorts and I told him that they were the oldest pair that I had and it was always so hot in that trailer. He shrugged it off, but I know he had to be debating the appropriateness of their length. I had my cutest pair of thong underwear on underneath. If I pulled the shorts to my hips, you could see the string of the thong at the waistband of the shorts. I noticed that I was aroused before we even arrived - my heart beating faster. I gave my dad a peck on the cheek and got out of the truck. I went into the trailer immediately Mr. Kirk's eyes went to my long tan legs and those short-shorts. He looked me up and down and then remembered that my father could be watching and looked away quickly. There was a long line of customers, so I just jumped right into making sandwiches. After the crowd died down, I asked him how business was the week before. I asked him if he missed me. I gave him a playful grin and told him that I had missed him and had been thinking about that kiss.
"That was an accident. I wish you would never think of it again. It was completely inappropriate"
"What if I don't want to forget? What if I can't forget?" I purred. I loved watching him squirm with nervous excitement. I saw him try to discretely arrange his hardening cock. I wondered how big and thick it was. I had only seen one other cock in person at that time.
More customers arrived and I giggled while I watched him try to compose himself. He shot me an exasperated look.
They placed their order. While I fixed it, I purposely dropped the foil onto the floor. When I went to retrieve it. I bent over at the waist, with completely straight legs. I spread my feet hip width apart as I moved so that when I was actually picking it up my pussy was quite nearly exposed through my super short shorts. When I stood up, I watched his eyes jump from my pussy and ass to my eyes and then dart away.
"Oops! Throw that one away and get a new one!" I yelped and made eye contact with him. This time he lustily held my gaze.
Again the crowd died down and I went back into the stock room part again and started getting more supplies. Surprisingly, he followed me. After watching me work for a few moments, he peeked around the door to make sure no customers had arrived. Then he stepped forward nearly pinning me against the very back exit door. I gulped in a big breath of air. He seemed almost angry.
He got right up next to me and then pressed his entire body up against mine. In one swift move, he buried his face in my neck took a huge breath in, swooped his arm around my waist and pulled his stiff cock into my hip and grinded it up and down ever so slightly.
"what are you trying to do to me girl? you are driving me fucking nuts. those pants you wear. your young firm tits constantly on my arm..."
He lost his words as he took another deep breath in - seemingly intoxicated by my scent. He subtlely thrust his cock against my hip bone again.
He stepped back a little bit. He grabbed my arm and ran down to my hand. He put my hand onto his hard cock. "I don't know what you are trying to do to me. But this is what you are actually doing to me."
"Mmmm..." I moaned and giggled in his ear. "Does it just go away on its own or do you have to help it?" I asked with false flirty innocence. I ran my hand up and down the shaft outside his jeans absentmindedly.
"It might go away for a while, but as soon as you press your tits up against my shoulder blades like you do every time you reach for a plastic bag in the top compartment, it will be right back to aching. I haven't had a hard on in months and now you work here and I can't go 5 minutes without my cock twitching to life"
"Hmmm.... I'm sorry" I said sweetly smirking. I reached for the zipper of his jeans and slid it down slowly. We made eye contact the entire time. The look I was giving him was just daring him to tell me stop. I reached in the fly and found the waistband of his underwear. I pulled it forward and slipped my hand down the front of his briefs. I wrapped my soft fist around the shaft of his cock. "Does it help if I do this?" I asked pointedly. I pulled his cock out through the front of his jeans. I squeezed my fingers around the base of his shaft. Then I let go, leaning back to admire it. It was nice and thick. About as long as the other one I had seen.
When I removed his hand, he took the opportunity to reach up and grab his shaft. He started rubbing it - not slowly, but not quickly either. Just a natural relaxed rhythm. His eyes ran all up and down my body. His other hand ran to the front of my waist, right along my hip bone. He scooped upwards so his hands were on my bare skin, underneath my shirt. He rubbed all along my rib cage and right up to the underwire of my bra. My nipples hardened and showed through the front of the bra and thin tshirt that I had on. I stared at his cock. Just watching how he stroked it and listening to his breathing quicken.
"Mmmmm..." My soft moaning encouraged him, emboldened him. He moved back outside my shirt, but cupped my breast in his hand. Then he reached down the front of my shirt and grabbed for the erect nipple. He pinched it. I gasped and bit my lower lip. I felt my pussy throb and liquid pool in my panties.
He reached inside his pants and pulled his balls out of his shorts. He cupped them in his hand while his stroking quickened. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He grabbed the inside of my thigh and rubbed from my knee up to my crotch.
"Hello! Hello!"
"Shit! A customer!" He looked at me with panicked eyes. I jumped across him, put my finger over my lips to signal for him to be quiet, and closed the supply closet door with him still in it.
"Hi there!" I chirped.
"Is Jim working today?"
"Yes, of course. He just had to run inside to the restroom. I was grabbing some more plates from the back. What can I get you?"
He shrugged and placed his order. If he was suspicious, he didn't say anything. I shoved his sliced beef sandwiches out the window. "Tell Jim that Rick stopped by."
"I will! Have a great day!'
I waited for him to get back in his car and pull away. I opened the supply closet door. Mr. Kirk was slumped against the door, sitting on a stool that we kept back there for slow times. His pants were still unzipped, but he had put his cock away. He looked completely drained.
"What's wrong, Mr. Kirk?"
"I can't do this shit with you. You're not even old enough to drive! That was insane! We almost got caught! That could have been your father! I could have been fucking arrested or killed even!"
I giggled. I stepped forward between his legs and ran my hands up his thighs. "Well, that seems a teensy bit dramatic," I cooed. "That guy didn't even notice. Now where were we?"
I tauntingly rubbed my stomach with my hands. I slid across the waistband, grabbed the string to my thong, pulled it up and released it. It snapped back against my tan hip bone with a crisp pop. Moving both hands around my stomach, I slid to a stop at the button at the top of my jeans. My hips were writhing around in exaggerated circles. He straightened up a bit on the stool. I made eye contact and slowly slid the button through the hole. I reached for the zipper and his eyes jumped back to my crotch. I inched the zipper down and peeled back the top of my shorts, ever so dramatically.
I reveled in the fact that he was completely and utterly captivated by my movements. I could feel my pulse in my throat.
"oop!" I gasped. "Unless you don't want to do this with me anymore" I flapped the pants back together and started to slide the button back into the button hole. He looked at me and I gave him a mock look of embarrassment.
"You little teasing bitch" he groaned. He stood up from the stool, put one hand on each of my ass cheeks and pulled me forcefully into him. It almost knocked the wind out of me. He lapped his tongue from my collar bone to behind my ear and then sunk his teeth into my neck. He ground his cock into my crotch, and then lifted me up and spun me around. He dropped me down on the stool and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them down, with his underwear, to the point that his ass cheeks were exposed. His cock was so fucking hard I could not peel my eyes off of it. The head was shining it was so engorged with blood.
"You like that?" He broke the silence. He was stroking it again. Slowly. With intention.
"ooooh, yes" I purred.
He stepped forward towards the stool I was sitting on and motioned for me to open my thighs. He stepped up into me.
"Show me those gorgeous tits you've been rubbing up against me every chance you get" he ordered.
I pulled the top of my tshirt down exposing my bra. I reached one at a time and pulled my breasts out from the bra. Without warned he dove down and took one of the nipples in his mouth. He moaned as he sucked on it. He pulled on it with his teeth making me stiffen in the seat and inhale sharply.
"Ahhh... sensitive little cock tease, aren't you?" he bemused.
He put his hand on my mound and squeezed. If his fingers moved in the slightest he would have slipped right into the wet lips. That is how short those shorts were. "You have made it so that all I can think about is how hot and wet and tight that young little pussy of yours must be." he paused. "But then that was the point of this game you've been playing, wasn't it?" I giggled admittedly.
"But now that you have my attention, what are you going to do about it? You can't go around teasing a grown man like that and not expect consequences."
I shrugged and batted my eyelashes at him playfully.
His fingers moved as I suggested and he haphazardly slipped right in between my swollen, wet pussy lips.
"Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttt....." he moaned. His fingers stopped short of penetrating my hole. "that is the wettest pussy I have ever felt. I guess you do enjoy being such a little cock tease."
He pulled his fingers out of my pussy. I cringed and felt guilty a little. He looked completely overwhelmed and flustered. I didn't want the guy to have a heart attack and croak!
He leaned out to make sure that no one was coming. My eyes were drawn to his throbbing cock, still standing at attention. It was clear he was so torn between what he wanted to do and what he knew he shouldn't do.
"I need to add more wood to the smoker."
"I'll get it!" I jumped up from the stool, dropped my tits back in the bra, buttoned my pants and was out the door before he could say otherwise.
I left all of the doors to the trailer open so that he could see the smoker. I opened it up, moved around the wood that was in there and added a few more logs. I made sure, of course, that whenever I bent over, if he was still watching from the stock closet, he was getting a great view. I could feel the breeze across my ass and knew that some of my wetness has actually run down my ass cheek and would be visible below the line of my shorts.
I closed the smoker door and sauntered back into the trailer. Honestly, I was expecting him to have packed his cock away and be trying to refocus on something else.
Instead he was back on the stool, head back against the door, pants around his knees. With one hand he was tugging on his balls and with the other he was stroking his cock. I watched him for a while, getting so fucking horny. He opened his eyes and went from my feet all the way up my body, until we met and made eye contact. He moaned and stroked it.
I stepped forward and wedged myself between his legs. I leaned into his ear. "Mr. Kirk," I purred. "I am so sorry that I am making you so crazy. I'll do whatever I can to help make you uncrazy." He was quickening his pace on his cock.
Before he could even say anything I knelt down between his legs and licked his balls. "oh god," he moaned.
I heard a car. It made me think of my dad. I jumped up and ran out. It wasn't my dad, but it was another customer.
"What do you want Johnny?" This father was trying to coax his 8 year old to pick a menu item. "Holy hell! Just fucking pick for him!" I screamed - in my head of course. I could hear Mr. Kirk moaning in the back and hoped that the customer could not also hear. I made stupid small talk to occupy their mind. I thought they would never leave!
Finally, I bolted back to the storage room. "Maybe we shouldn't do this," I stated, not knowing myself if I was sincere or not. "Customers keep coming and surely we are eventually going to get caught. You could get in lots of trouble. I mean I'm only 14."
He said nothing. He stood up, stepped completely out of his jeans." When had he taken his shoes off? I wondered to myself.
His eyes never left mine, but I didn't move.
"Sit down," he commanded. "First take your shorts off. Leave those tiny fucking underwear on though." I started to quip something witty and flirtatious. When I opened my mouth to speak, he interrupted me. "Now!" he barked. I fumbled with the button. and got the pants down to the floor. I stepped out of them. My hands were trembling, but I realized it was more because of how turned on I was than being scared. I sat on the stool, somewhat shyly.
"Spread your legs." I did as he said. "You've been showing me Act 1 of the play for months now, you hot little fucking tease. Now I'm going to get to see the rest of your performance."
"Pull your underwear to the side." " Oooohh... fuuuuck." he moaned when he saw the juice running out of my pussy. His pace quickened on his cock. He stepped up between my legs and then suddenly feel to his knees. He kissed from my knee to my crotch. Sloppy, wet, large kisses, massaging my legs in his hands as he worked his way up. He dove with wild abandon for my pussy, groaning and slurping while he licked. He sucked and licked my clit while he pumped his cock with his fist. I wanted to watch, but I couldn't do anything except lay my head back and close my eyes and moan. Whatever he was doing was so much better than the couple other times I'd had oral sex. I could feel my orgasm building. My legs were trembling. He moaned loudly and the vibration put me over the edge. As I bucked my hips, he stayed with me, no longer directly touching my clit, but applying pressure around it. I screamed instinctively and then thought better of it and snapped my mouth shut. I shuddered as he pulled his lips away from my throbbing clit.
All in one motion and before I could even think twice about it, he stood up and he shoved his cock straight up into me with such force that I whimpered. He reached around to my ass and pulled me onto him. "God this is so wrong" he mused as he thrust his cock in and out of me. Honestly, just how wrong it was, was so hot.
Mmmm... I groaned in his ear. "How long have you been imagining doing this to me, Mr. Kirk?" I asked, licking and kissing his earlobe.
"Ever since you started working here. The first time you pressed those tits up against me. The first time I caught a whiff of your scent. I can't get you out of my mind."
"Is my teenage pussy as hot as you imagined?"
"Fuck yes," he grunted. He tilted the stool back and steadied himself on some shelves. Now he was really giving it to me. His thickness stretched my pussy.
"Is my teenage pussy as wet as you imagined?"
"Wetter." A few more thrusts. He groped for my breasts.
"Is my teenage pussy as tight as you imagined?" I coaxed. I reached down to massage his balls like I'd seen him do to himself earlier.
"Oooooohhhh..." he groaned. "You're gonna make me fucking explode!"
"Mmmm.... that would be sooo dangerous. Cumming in my little cunt. I'm not even on anything..." I challenged. I figured he thought he'd taken enough risks for the day, because he pulled his cock out. He motioned for me to get to the floor. I slid off the stool onto my knees in front of him. He brought the tip of his cock to my lips. Teasingly (as that was my thing), I acted as though I wasn't going to take him into my mouth.
He grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled down towards the floor, forcing my neck back. I made eye contact with him and he looked somewhat liked a crazed animal. "No more teasing, my little slut. Open your mouth."
"Slut?!?!" I mentally recoiled in horror. I opened my mouth. As my lips closed around his shaft, his nasty name calling reverberated in my head and I realized that it was making me hot. I wanted to hear it again! He started pumping his shaft in and out of my mouth. Faster and faster. I could taste myself on him. And I could taste his precum. He was much saltier than I was.
For a moment there was no noise, just motion. Then his grip tightened in my hair and he held my head still while he pumped his throbbing head to the back of my throat. I could feel his cum hit the back of my throat - several ropes of it. He grunted loudly and quivered. I swallowed all of him. He held me still while his cock softened in my mouth. Then he slowly, deliberately pulled it out.
He helped me up from my knees and then smacked me on the ass and gave me a quick kiss. He started to turn around and leave, but then he stopped.
"We've been playing your little game for long enough. Now we are going to play my game," he said.
I just grinned and stepped forward so I was right up in his face. "Call me your little slut again," I beckoned.
He chuckled. "You are one hot little cock-teasing slut," he answered.
From that point on, every time I worked there he would fuck me as he saw fit. He said it was his game, but it definitely was still my rules. I would still do everything imaginable to drive him absolutely nuts and up the chances of him getting caught. I would sit below him when customers were there and masturbate. I would suck his cock while he took orders and take pleasure when he couldn't concentrate. It was naughty nasty fun for a few more months, until I got a real job. ;)
