Drawn into a Subway
At a modest Subway in an unassuming strip mall, I did my day-to-day routine: serving sandwiches and observing life. The mall was not at its peak, being in a somewhat questionable neighborhood, and even when the store was bustling, it usually had just a few handfuls of customers at once. It wasn't the most compelling gig, yet it enabled me to watch movies and finish my schoolwork when the workload was light. This was my sanctuary from the outside world.
I stepped into the restaurant's bathroom while work took a backseat for a moment. With not much to do, I decided to freshen up my groin area. I drew out my average-sized dick and slowly stroked myself, enjoying the feeling of bliss. Leaning against the bathroom's back wall, I could've melted into the room as the toilet's womb-like warmth enveloped me.
With both my hands occupied, I decided to watch a favorite story. My hands were locked with my story of choice, and just as I was getting immersed, the door to the bathroom burst open, without a prayer of being closed again. The young girl, about my age, sprinted in, the unaware victim of my awkward situation. Her physical features captured my attention: smaller build and undeniable beauty. She quickly looked at me, noticing my anxiety, and blushed.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, bashful, her eyes cast downward. "I've walked in on you."
I cleared my throat, scrambling to think up a response that I knew would be less than ideal. "Uhhh," I breathed, doubting any kind of innocent escape.
She noticed the now awkward situation and grinned coyly. "I need to go pee," she added, a slight blush staining her cheeks. "Do you mind if I can assist you in hastening the process?"
My mind chaos ensued after this. "Um, well, umm," I muttered gigantically.
Her smile turned cheeky and she placed a fingers on her lips, hinting at a potential solution. With an eerie sense of calm, she knelt before me. I gaped at her actions as she took my dick from my hands, inspecting it with curiosity. My dick was devoured by her lips, stroked with laudable intensity, and teased with a warm embrace. I tugged on her hair gently, developed awe watching her display of craftsmanship.
She paused, savoring the taste on her lips that probably tasted terribly horrible but was likely a magnificent delicacy for her. She sent me back remarks with her tongue: a pro at the task, playing with my gear shift. My dick pulsed as an orgasm approached, and the feeling intensified, a heat spreading from my groin, tumbling up, and finally enveloping my mind. I braced for what was coming, grimacing through each climax.
"Here I come!" I announced, afraid of what may not happen. Unexpectedly, instead of retracting her face, she shoved my dick into the back of her mouth. My climax, which had been building for an eternity, overpowered me and I sprang to life, my load forcing its way into the depths of the girl's throat. I gave as much as I could before she decided she'd had enough. She stood unsteadily and walked towards the front door.
"Um, I still need to use the bathroom," she announced before leaving. "I suppose I should get back to work." Unwillingly, I tended to my crotch, drying myself off before resuming a near-boring day at Subway.
After a short while, the girl exited the restroom. She placed an order, unconcerned about the undoubted tension lingering between us. While making her meal, I attempted to maintain a professional facade, risking a stare were I to turn my head. At the register, she handed me more money than expected, whispering subtly "Keep the change" as she left the store. On a scrap of paper, she had written her phone number, a stranger's invisible note in the story of my life. I still haven't quite fathomed what occurred on that day but I am definitely happy about the forgotten lock.
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