It 's Friday night !

Technically, it 's Mon. But my body of work agenda has me off on Monday and Tuesdays, so those are the night I go out and have fun. However, my thought of fun differs from most ...

I do n't spend my nights off at home ; Hades, I do n't even spend them in my base Ithiel Town. I 'll repulse thirty, forty Admiralty mile out of the way to birth my fun. I do n't go to clubs, or streak. I do n't go out and crash party, or get shit-faced drunk and whore myself out to the first of all guy to cull me up off the ground.

I go to convenience stores. Small, calm, off the briny road, hardly any dealings. No cameras, no managers. Just one bored, lonely offspring man standing behind the counter, wasting time away on his phone, waiting for something to happen but never knowing quite what that `` something '' is.

I am that `` something. ``

Like I said, I 'll drive around looking for these specific memory. Sometimes it 'll be hours before I find one I think fits the notice. No big national chain like `` Flying J '' or `` 7-Eleven. '' They 're always too fussy. No, I look for `` Conoco '' or an old, rundown `` Route 66. '' I tend to stake out these entrepot for a bit before going inside. I need to know what form of dealings they get. If there 's no gas ticker, that 's always a good sign ; means that not as many people stop in, so there 's less chance of me being interrupted.

lower berth traffic also means less money, which by extension mean fewer ( or better yet, no ) television camera. That means to a lesser extent opportunity of me getting caught later. That also means no instant replay later for anybody else ; I want what happens to stay between me, and the new man behind the counter.

My night begins with me picking out a wardrobe to wear. Tonight, that 's going to be a white blouse and a grey pencil skirt, heels, and nude stockings. No bra, no underwear. chalk are a good idea ; I do n't wear glass normally, but I have a yoke of inexpensive reading glasses that give the supporting players a `` sexy librarian '' look.

'' Perfect, '' I whisper to myself. I grab my pocketbook and I 'm off.

***

There 's this one store that I 've been scoping out for a week now. There 's three clerks that work the counter at this store, and the one I want is always there on Mon and Th. He 's early college-age, about nineteen or so. I 've never gone in, but I 've always seen him through the windows ; when he 's not ringing somebody up, he 's always on his speech sound. When I scope out a place like this and see soul on their phone, I always wonder what they 're looking at. Obvious solvent are Facebook or Solitaire, but I imagine this youthful man spends his time on more adult stuff. titillating stories, beautiful half-naked adult female, flirting with girls a few eld unseasoned than him, hoping they send him gamy pictures of themselves so he can save them in his spank bank.

I 'll make him something for his spank depository financial institution, that 's for sure.

As eleven o'clock approaches, the point in the night where the store is least occupy, I start to educate myself. I put my auburn hair into a ponytail and pull out the glasses. I also adjust the top of the blouse by unbuttoning the top few buttons before leaving the car. I hunch my shoulder back, chest pushing up tightly against the reduce fabric of my blouse. I check myself in the mirror ; yup, nipples are showing through just fine. I apply a quick coat of maroon lipstick, and I 'm ready.

I walk up to the door and go inside. The `` welcome '' bell rings, but the shop clerk barely looks up. `` Evening, '' he says without lifting his head from his phone.

'' Hey, hon, '' I reply in a breathy voice, which gets his attention. He lifts his head, and I see his optic go wide ; he does n't live it yet, but he 's hooked. I can see his middle fill with luxuria, desire. He already wants me, and he 's about to get a whole lot of me.

I adjust my crank and reach a warm, seductive smile. I stare at him as I walk down the aisle towards the coolers at the back of the store ; I stare a bit longer than I should, just so I know I have his attention. Once I 'm sure-footed that his heart are going to stay on me the stallion time, I look away from him, still beaming brightly. As I reach the end of the aisle, I break his note of tidy sum long enough to undo a couple to a greater extent button on my blouse, exposing to a greater extent of my breasts.

I hiked my skirt up and head to the end of the aisle directly in front of him. I examine the bottom row of drinks, which consists of bottled and flavor water supply. I bend straight over, exposing flashing the shop assistant my ass and shaved pussy. I stay bent over longer than it takes for me to grab a bottle of SmartWater because I want him to get a well look at me. I want him to ideate what it would be like to eat up his boldness in my snatch. I envision his tongue, warm and wet, wiggling into my wet minuscule hole, his deal gripping my ass cheeks and spreading them apart while his rim closed tightly around me ...

Mmmm, naughty thoughts making me wet ... I moaned to myself. I stood up with the bottle of urine and walked down the aisle back towards the shop assistant. He 's still staring at me, so I decide to flirt with him a bit.

'' Are you watching me ? '' I asked him in a note that was halfway between seductive and authoritative. He quickly snapped out of his daze and stammered his response.

'' Uh ... no, ma'am. I was just ... Yeah. Uhm, I mean, I ... No. No, I was n't watching. '' He spat out. His sound had disappeared from the retort, and his hand was in his pocket ; it did n't take a rocket scientist to reckon out this picture.

I held out my hand palm up and said, `` Phone, now ! ``

'' What ? '' he asked, utterly puzzled.

'' It 's illegal to take pic of somebody without their knowledge, '' I informed him. `` Do we take to get the police involved ? '' Before the word `` law '' left my brim, the earphone was out of his sac and back on the counter. Of grade, I had no intention of phoning the police, no matter how many picture he took of my ass ; if I did, then the fun would be over before it even began.

'' Enter the code, '' I ordered. He typed in the four-digit code ( the code was `` 0420, '' so I should n't have been surprised when a giant pot plant appeared as the backdrop mental image ). I then snatched the phone off the counter and went into photos.

holy inferno, there were hundreds of photos here ! Most were porno pics that he had downloaded from the internet, but various were selfies from lady friend he had been speaking with ; I could order, because he had a series of them that were all from the Lapplander girl. And down at the bottom of his television camera roll were four shot of my ass, bent over in front of the cooler.

'' You like looking at dirty pictures, do you ? '' I asked him. He nodded meekly, and a smile crossed my facial expression. `` What would you do for more pictures of me ? '' He seemed confused by the direction the conversation was taking, so I stepped back from the rejoinder and turned the camera to myself. I snapped a pair of selfies that were focused on my bureau, and said aloud, `` Oh, that wo n't shape ! ``

I popped a few more push on the blouse, freeing up the daughter a bit more ; nipples were showing and I took a close up of them.

I took a finger and traced it around one nipple, making it clay before taking another finale up of it. `` This is fun, is n't it ? '' The poor guy was speechless.

'' This has flash, right ? '' I then stuck the telephone under my skirt and snapped off a series of upskirts. When I pulled the headphone out and looked through them, I gasped and looked up at the clerk. `` Wow ! You see that ? '' I showed him the one of the picture. `` See how wet I am now ? ``

True enough, the photo in question showed me absolutely dripping wet ; you could see it reflecting the jiffy of the camera. His jaw dropped, and it became abundantly clear that he was putty in my helping hand now.

Nearby was a seating orbit with a small row of old chairs. I kept the phone in my hand and walked over to grab one of the chairs. I dragged it back over in battlefront of the counter ; it was time for the appearance to begin.

I sat down in the chair and crossed my legs, dangling one dog off the tip of my substructure just a few feet from the counter. While I dangled my bounder, I used my free bridge player to pull out my ponytail and let my hair fall unloosen before going to undo the terminal release on the blouse, letting it precipitate open so he could get a good smell at my tits. With my former hand, I snapped pic after pic of my blackguard, legs, and swollen-headed breasts. I even started rubbing my thighs, moving slowly up my legs as I prepared to thumb myself. I keep snapping away, pretending I 'd forgotten about the shop assistant for a moment. I soon look back at him and feign amnesia.

'' Oh, '' I exclaimed. `` I forgot you were here for a moment ! '' He remained silent, but his go 's apple was twitching nervously ; he was getting excited. `` You like watching me, do n't you ? '' I pouted. He nodded eagerly and smiled for the beginning time since I 'd walked through the door.

'' That 's good, '' I replied. `` Because I like watching men like you watch me. '' Suddenly, he made for the gap in the counter ; he was wanting to come out to me.

'' No, no, no ... '' I tsked, suddenly whipping my blouse closed ; he stopped beat in his course. `` You stay on that side of the heel counter, '' I ordered. `` If you cross that counter, the appearance 's over and the police see those photo you took of me. Is that crystallize ? Say 'yes, ma'am ,'if you understand. ``

'' Y ... yes ... yes, ma'am, '' he sputtered aloud.

'' Good boy, '' I smiled. I let the blouse fall back open, exposing my round tits and buoyant nipples once again. `` Now, do you want to learn me play with myself ? '' He nodded eagerly.

'' I 'll play with myself on one precondition, '' I explained. `` I want you to convey your cock out, and start stroking yourself. ``

If you 've never seen a man 's look alluvion in fear, it 's a great deal to lay eyes on. The color drained from his face so fast that it was like someone had taken a remote control and turned his settings all the way down ; the effect was almost comical.

Despite him clearly being scared shitless, he clumsily unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock ; it was n't a good deal, really. I was hoping for a one-hander, at least ; but it was shorter than that, even ! He was clearly fully raise, and he could only pinch it with his fingers ! I resisted the itch to laugh at his lilliputian stopcock, and proceeded with the show.

I hiked my skirt up over my hips and spread my leg wide, running my paw over my stockings and up my thighs. I took a finger and dragged it through my sodden slit.

'' jerking yourself, '' I demanded. Immediately, he started jerking himself off. I held up the television camera and took a few pics of him jerking it. As lowly as he was, I admired his enthusiasm ; if he pulled it a lot harder, he might give yanked it completely off. And I will cede that, while he was n't well endowed with duration, he had girth, and sometimes that 's enough. Watching him turned me on, at any rate.

I flipped the camera to `` video '' and aimed it at my egotistical pussy, which I continued to finger as I offered outspoken encouragement.

'' Yeah, keep jerking yourself. Ooh, I love watching hombre play with themselves while they watch me. '' It was true ; watching a guy while he watched me play with myself turned me on even more. The more turned on I god, the harder I played with myself, which caused them to enjoy themselves more, which again caused me to get turned on even more ; it was an endless cycle that fed itself.

A span of headlamp flashed outside as a car began to rive into the lot. We now had a timer.

'' come on, jerk it for me ! '' I ordered. `` debauched ! '' He nodded eagerly.

'' Yes, ma'am, '' he said as he continued to pound his pud quite vigorously. It was almost admirable, really.

'' in effect boy, '' I said. `` Milk that shaft for me ! '' I smile back at him and pop to finger myself faster. The clock was ticking ; we only had a few endorsement before the person in the car came through the threshold. My heart, which was already pounding before, went into overuse as a flicked my bean and began gasping for air as I was overcome with orgasm.

'' Yeah ! Cum for me, baby ! Do it ! I 'm gon na cum too ! I 'm cumming ! '' I yelled aloud. Suddenly, with a cheap groan, he shot off a rather large load all over the buffet. I took a few shot of him ejaculating all over the sideboard, and sent then sent all of the pic I had taken to my own speech sound, which was out in the car.
Once they were all sent, I quickly deleted both the sent substance and the archetype photos I had taken from his phone, and emptied the trash leaflet for good step. No replays.

I snapped my blouse back together, pulled my skirt down, and kicked the chair out of the way just as someone walked past the window. I tossed the phone back to the clerk as I headed for the threshold with my water.

'' Better clean that up quickly, sweetheart, '' I said to him with a wink as I hustled out the threshold, popping my ass from side-to-side as I did so to give him one final examination visual epitome before I left.

I took greenback of a cute redheaded girl coming up the sidewalk towards the door, but made a point of not making eye contact lest I draw attention to my dishevelled body politic. I got to my car, turned quickly, and watched. The poor clerk stood there at the comeback for a import, not doing anything until he heard the doorway unresolved and the buzzer rang. Then he scrambled into action, stuffing his tool away and wiping away the cum from the counter with his hand.

I chuckled to myself and got into my car. I took a long drink from the bottleful and pulled out my phone. I saved all the photo I had sent to myself, then deleted the messages. The clerk had something for his spank camber, and now I had something for mine ...