Fact or Friction - August 2017
"Beautiful Bosses"
During the summer before my last year of college, I worked for a local retail store in an effort to save up a little cash before I moved back to finish up my degree. One of the many benefits of working there was that there were plenty of beautiful women walking around all of the time. Not just the customers, but the employees and some of the floor managers as well.
I was crushing on my floor manager particularly hard. Her name was Michelle. She was a tall, beautiful, blonde bombshell with sleeve tattoos covering both arms. I usually didn’t go for Caucasian women but she was different. Her breasts were a perfectly round C-cup, just enough to grab a hold of and squeeze. She was shaped like a coke bottle with deep blue eyes you could drown in. I still get excited whenever I think about her.
Like most co-workers do, we all got close and often partied together whenever we didn’t have to work the following day. Michelle didn’t shy away from us like the other shift leaders and managers, she actually enjoyed hanging out with us and she never came across like she thought she was better than us.
I didn’t get the feeling that she might have felt the same until one fateful day. I was doing recovery in the swimwear department and the end of my shift was approaching. That’s when the phone at my point of sale counter began to ring. I rushed over and answered it, it was Michelle. She let me know that she would be down to see me shortly. I want to say it took her about five minutes to get down to my department. She graced me with her brilliant smile and then asked me to follow her into the dressing room. She claimed that she wanted to “be impressed” by how well I had been maintaining my area that particular day.
As we inspected the dressing room, she continued to compliment me and then out of nowhere she says,
“I hope you can fuck as well as you clean.” Green light. I was in shock and frozen in that particular state, so I couldn’t respond. And with that, she made her way out of the dressing room.
The following evening, a couple of friends and I decided to attend Back to the Bricks just to check out some of the cool old school cars that were bound to
fly through downtown. After we’d had enough, we decided that we’d get something to eat. That’s when my phone went off. It was a text message from Michelle asking me to meet her at the Riverfront when night fell. I had a feeling that things were about to get very interesting.
That night, I was nervous as fuck. I didn’t expect things to ever move past our employee/manager relationship. I never thought I’d get a chance to get that close to her. When I arrived to the spot, she was sitting on top of her older brother’s cherry red 1972 Chevy Chevelle. I had only seen it in pictures before. It was even more beautiful in real life. When I approached her, she took my hand and without a word, she guided me into the back seat with her.
She didn’t waste any time pulling me into a kiss. She tasted exactly how I dreamt she did, like peppermints and a tad bit of peach. The pecks we were exchanging quickly turned into full blown, sloppy, tongue twisters. Michelle was definitely not shy, it was almost like she had done this with a woman before. My hands explored her body and she was more than willing to let me take it to next level after next level. Before I knew it, she was naked from head to toe, her breasts perky, her nipples hard as rocks. I laid her down on those white leather seats, her naked body glistening under the moonlight. She wrapped her legs around my neck as I began to wrap my lips around her pearl. She moaned and trembled while I continued to switch back and forth between licking, sucking, pulling her into my mouth, and sticking my tongue in and out of her. She was in complete ecstasy and I was enjoying the fact that I was making her feel so good.
I continued until finally she grabbed the back of my head and exploded all over my lips and tongue. I looked up and caught a glimpse of her smiling and breathing heavily, overcome with complete and utter satisfaction.
I left that job two weeks later and headed back to school. I haven’t seen her at all since then, but every now and then, I get an ‘I miss you’ text which includes both a ‘wet’ and a car emoji.
Gym Buddies
“At the gym working out one morning before work. Out of the maybe 10 people in there 8 were very old, me and a good-looking girl. I was already there when she got there. She took the treadmill next to me and just kept looking at me every few minutes out of the corner of her eye.
When I got done with the treadmill I went where the weight machines where and she followed me. She wasn’t really lifting any weight, but kept looking at me, smiling now and then. This gym didn’t have locked rooms to shower in, it was like a bathroom with a shower. When it was time for me to go shower I grabbed my bag and when I got to the door I turned and looked at her, smiled, made a “you coming?” head motion and went in leaving the door slightly open.
I waited for about a minute and was about to accept that I had just made an ass of myself and shower when she opened the door and came in with her bag. We had some pretty great sex and then she washed my entire body for me lol.
She wasn’t there in the morning often, but every time she was she watched me workout and then followed me into the shower after for sex and for her to wash me. We didn’t talk much at all. Greatest relationship I ever had lol.”
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During the summer before my last year of college, I worked for a local retail store in an effort to save up a little cash before I moved back to finish up my degree. One of the many benefits of working there was that there were plenty of beautiful women walking around all of the time. Not just the customers, but the employees and some of the floor managers as well.
I was crushing on my floor manager particularly hard. Her name was Michelle. She was a tall, beautiful, blonde bombshell with sleeve tattoos covering both arms. I usually didn’t go for Caucasian women but she was different. Her breasts were a perfectly round C-cup, just enough to grab a hold of and squeeze. She was shaped like a coke bottle with deep blue eyes you could drown in. I still get excited whenever I think about her.
Like most co-workers do, we all got close and often partied together whenever we didn’t have to work the following day. Michelle didn’t shy away from us like the other shift leaders and managers, she actually enjoyed hanging out with us and she never came across like she thought she was better than us.
I didn’t get the feeling that she might have felt the same until one fateful day. I was doing recovery in the swimwear department and the end of my shift was approaching. That’s when the phone at my point of sale counter began to ring. I rushed over and answered it, it was Michelle. She let me know that she would be down to see me shortly. I want to say it took her about five minutes to get down to my department. She graced me with her brilliant smile and then asked me to follow her into the dressing room. She claimed that she wanted to “be impressed” by how well I had been maintaining my area that particular day.
As we inspected the dressing room, she continued to compliment me and then out of nowhere she says,
“I hope you can fuck as well as you clean.” Green light. I was in shock and frozen in that particular state, so I couldn’t respond. And with that, she made her way out of the dressing room.
The following evening, a couple of friends and I decided to attend Back to the Bricks just to check out some of the cool old school cars that were bound to
fly through downtown. After we’d had enough, we decided that we’d get something to eat. That’s when my phone went off. It was a text message from Michelle asking me to meet her at the Riverfront when night fell. I had a feeling that things were about to get very interesting.
That night, I was nervous as fuck. I didn’t expect things to ever move past our employee/manager relationship. I never thought I’d get a chance to get that close to her. When I arrived to the spot, she was sitting on top of her older brother’s cherry red 1972 Chevy Chevelle. I had only seen it in pictures before. It was even more beautiful in real life. When I approached her, she took my hand and without a word, she guided me into the back seat with her.
She didn’t waste any time pulling me into a kiss. She tasted exactly how I dreamt she did, like peppermints and a tad bit of peach. The pecks we were exchanging quickly turned into full blown, sloppy, tongue twisters. Michelle was definitely not shy, it was almost like she had done this with a woman before. My hands explored her body and she was more than willing to let me take it to next level after next level. Before I knew it, she was naked from head to toe, her breasts perky, her nipples hard as rocks. I laid her down on those white leather seats, her naked body glistening under the moonlight. She wrapped her legs around my neck as I began to wrap my lips around her pearl. She moaned and trembled while I continued to switch back and forth between licking, sucking, pulling her into my mouth, and sticking my tongue in and out of her. She was in complete ecstasy and I was enjoying the fact that I was making her feel so good.
I continued until finally she grabbed the back of my head and exploded all over my lips and tongue. I looked up and caught a glimpse of her smiling and breathing heavily, overcome with complete and utter satisfaction.
I left that job two weeks later and headed back to school. I haven’t seen her at all since then, but every now and then, I get an ‘I miss you’ text which includes both a ‘wet’ and a car emoji.
- “Employee of the Month”
Detroit, MI
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When I got done with the treadmill I went where the weight machines where and she followed me. She wasn’t really lifting any weight, but kept looking at me, smiling now and then. This gym didn’t have locked rooms to shower in, it was like a bathroom with a shower. When it was time for me to go shower I grabbed my bag and when I got to the door I turned and looked at her, smiled, made a “you coming?” head motion and went in leaving the door slightly open.
I waited for about a minute and was about to accept that I had just made an ass of myself and shower when she opened the door and came in with her bag. We had some pretty great sex and then she washed my entire body for me lol.
She wasn’t there in the morning often, but every time she was she watched me workout and then followed me into the shower after for sex and for her to wash me. We didn’t talk much at all. Greatest relationship I ever had lol.”
- “Slim Jim”
Ann Arbor, MI
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