Erotic fiction inspired by Elina De Leon in “Schoolgirl”
It was late evening in the grocery store where I work, the end of the day. There was one customer left, and I was waiting for them to leave so I could close the store. I rang up the woman’s sale and she had just handed over the money when another customer walked in.
I was about to tell her I was closing, until I looked at her properly…
She must have been around 20 years old, with a cute face and her long blonde hair up in pigtails. But it was her short, plaid skirt and long legs in shiny red heels that really choked the words from coming out of my mouth.
“Can I have my change?” said the woman at the counter, and I stuttered a little and handed her the money. And then it was just me and this gorgeous babe in the store together.
I didn’t want any more customers to come in – I don’t get paid overtime – so I hit the switch. Now you could only exit the store.
I stood at the counter, watching this gorgeous girl doing her shopping, hoping she’d be done soon so I could lock up, and also wanting her to come closer so I could get a better look. But I could hear her heels clicking on the tiles and she sounded like she was moving really slowly.
I stepped out from behind the counter to go hurry her along.
“Miss, we’re closing real soon…” I said from the end of the aisle where I found her. She looked up at me. She was wearing a red plaid mini skirt that barely covered her ass, a cut-off top that was open halfway down her cleavage, those sexy red heels, and bright red lipstick.
“Oh, I won’t be too long,” she said after a while. And then it happened. She bent down to look at something on a low shelf, and her skirt lifted right up. I could see her red cotton panties clinging to her firm round ass, disappearing between her cheeks, stretched tight over her pussy. Fuck!
I’ve been around the block enough times to realize that this wasn’t an accidental flash. The way she’d looked at me when I told her we were closing was a big enough hint, but the way she bent down, so slowly, and lingered over the shelf, not actually picking anything up, was a message loud and clear to the right ears.
“Can I help you?” I asked, coming up behind her.
She was still bending down low and I could almost feel the air move around her lips – I knew she was smiling to herself. She looked over her shoulder at me and then slowly rose back up to her full height.
Turning around, she said, “Well, I don’t know… can you?”
“That all depends on what you need…” I said, playing her game.
She stepped to me, then, her hand coming out to cup my balls. “This is what I need,” she said. My dick stirred in my underwear, growing rapidly.
“Does it feel like the sort of thing you’re looking for?” I asked, standing my ground as my erection grew in her hand.
“Oh, I think this will do nicely.”
“Why don’t you show me where you want it?” I said. I just couldn’t resist, this cute college girl was so sexy and I had the feeling she’d be up for putting on a bit of a show, since she was so confident, and not shy about asking for what she wanted.
She looked me in the eye, squeezed my cock a little and then stepped back.
“You like what you see?” she asked, lifting the hem of her plaid skirt, running a finger over her slit through her panties. I nodded and watched as she slipped her fingers inside her panties, while her other hand wandered inside her shirt.
“Mmm, feels good…” she said, looking right at me as her hand moved up and down inside her panties.
“Turn around,” I said. “Maybe you’ll find what you’re looking for on that shelf down there.”
She smiled again and turned around obligingly. With her legs open, she bent down low; I admired the view for a moment, then stepped in close. I ran my hand up the back of her thigh, letting my fingers brush against her panty crotch. Lifting her skirt up over her ass, I slid my hand back down, rubbing my fingers over her pussy, pushing a finger between her folds to feel between her lips. She was wet, her juices moistening her panties, and she moaned a little as I pushed harder against her.
I pulled her panties down and looked at her pussy. She was shaved, her lips pink and open, her hole shining with juice. I could have stood there looking at her like that, with her panties around her thighs and her pussy bare, that sexy skirt hanging from her hips, for hours. I could have jerked off over her and walked away a happy man, but she was ready and waiting for more than that.
“Wait right there,” I said, and sprinted to the pharmacy aisle, grabbed a pack of condoms, and sprinted back.
I unzipped my pants, took out my cock and rolled a condom over it with trembling hands. I was as hard as I had ever been, and I couldn’t resist jerking off a little while I watched her shaking her ass. She had reached up to stroke her pussy, clearly aching for a fuck, excited by what was to come.
I moved closer and let my cock rest between her ass cheeks, leaning back to feel my tip slide down over her asshole to her pussy, then eased forward to rub the head against her wetness. Her hand cupped me, pressing me against her, guiding me across her clit, and then she pushed me inside her hot tunnel. She was so tight, and so wet, it was like heaven slipping inside that tight hole. Her hand reached back to feel my balls, a finger stroking my shaft as I eased myself in and out, turning me on like crazy.
It felt so fucking good and looked amazing, my cock sliding into this gorgeous girl over and over. In no time at all, my hands were grabbing her hips and I was pulling her back onto me, fucking her with animalistic lust. Now her hands were braced against the shelves in front of us, pressing back to keep me from plowing her into the cans and packets. She was moaning loudly, the sexy noise going straight to my cock.
“Get down on the floor, I want to ride you,” she said. I wasn’t about to argue, I wanted to see her bouncing on my dick, so I lay down on the floor. She took off her panties, throwing them at me.
“Put those in your pocket, something to remember me by,” she said as she stood over me. Her skirt was so short I could see up it from where I lay, and I hoped she might sit on my face and grind that juicy pussy on my mouth, but she wanted my cock inside her again.
She squatted over it and untied her shirt, freeing her perky little breasts, then reached down to grab my shaft and impale her pussy on it.
“Play with my titties,” she said breathily. “Squeeze my nipples.”
I did as I was told and as soon as I had them between my fingers she threw her head back and began to moan even louder. She was so energetic, riding me fast enough that her skirt wafted up and down with each thrust, giving me a sexy glimpse of my dick disappearing inside her each time.
She came with a yell, grinding her body backwards and forward on my dick as I pinched her nipples hard. I felt my body tense, and my dick twitched as I was about to unload. She suddenly jumped off me, pulled off the condom and started jerking me off fast, my spunk flying out of me and splattering onto her skirt, my shirt, her arm, my thighs, everywhere!
“Thanks, you had just what I needed,” she said then, licking some of my cum off her hand. Then she stood up and walked away, as sexy as she had walked in, leaving me lying on the floor covered in my own cum, my mind blown, my balls emptied, her moist panties in my hand.
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