FRIDAY 230PM

“Went on a delivery today with Samantha, we were gone two hours and all she talked about was sex.”

“What!?” I yelled into my phone, “Are you serious?!”

Samantha, a 32 year old that works at Home Depot with us is fucking gorgeous. When I met her I insisted she show me ID. I’m 25, and I’d been treating her like she was younger than me since the store opened 6 months ago. I asked her who the prime ministers were and everything, she’s legitimately 32. But she could almost pass for a teenager. I mostly remember that big, round, juicy ass when I think of her. And my friend was talking about sex with her? I had to find out what happened.

“I know! We just got on the topic of the things Nick and I talk about down at the commercial desk. Like who we think has hooked up, and who hates who, who’s hot.” Shawn sounded excited.

“Fuck. And?” I ask.

“And then she asked what we said about her. And I was just honest. We said she looks like she could rock a dick. She started blushing and said thanks, and said she could. I just kept going with it. Told her today, we were talking about whether a girl that’s getting tag teamed could give a proper blowjob while being pig roasted. She said ‘I definitely wouldn’t be able to suck your dick as good as if I wasn’t getting fucked.'”

“This is ridiculous.” It’s all I can add to the conversation.

“Yeaah! When I realized she said ‘your’ dick I started getting a semi, she was blushing, I wasn’t hiding it. But at the same time, I was like, I’m getting married, and I had just started talking about like hardcore stuff with this chick. And so I just started steering the conversation towards like, me and my girlfriend.” Shawn sounded more than a little disappointed, but then added, more happily, “But I feel like, if I had wanted to cheat I could have today.”

I groaned to myself. I also have a girlfriend, but god damn. This woman is smoking hot and looking to gobble cock. I immediately started thinking about what could be done. How do I fuck this chick without her knowing who I am? That’s the only rock solid way to do it, right? I’d heard about an affair she’d been involved in, and I don’t want to hear about my own relationship being ruined. So how… “Wow. I wish I could fuck her.” I said. I was jealous even that he got to flirt with her so much.

The call finished with arranging plans for the evening, and the topic was dropped for a night. It was the weekend. Neither of us would see Cheryl until Monday, unless there was some intervention by me…

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SATURDAY 1021AM

I woke up Saturday hard as a rock. My girlfriend was laying beside me, facing the other way. I could tell she was sleeping by her breathing. I stroked my cock while I thought of Samantha. Her soft tanned skin, blonde hair, glasses, and big juicy ass… I reached for my phone with my other hand, and got on facebook to search for Samantha. I used an old fake account to send her a message;

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Dear Samantha, Queen of Customer Service,

I have adored your ass at work since we opened, and if I wasn’t in a relationship I would bury my face in it. But alas, I have commitments. If you can accept not knowing me, I would love to get to know the inside of you.