Loading...I love getting out of the office at lunchtime. It gives me an opportunity to clear my head, and listen to either Jim Rome or Colin Cowerd on sports talk radio, as I drive to one of the local eateries.
Since I’m trying to watch my waist, along with my budget, I usually hit the local Subway at least once a week. It’s a fairly popular spot, so there’s usually a line, but they do their best to keep it moving along.
To pass the time, I usually bring this site up on my phone and check out the latest stories. It certainly adds a little spice to the lunch hour, although it’s sometimes hard to hide my reaction to a well written piece as I’m trying to place my order.
As is the case in many cities I imagine, the folks who run this Subway seem to be of Middle-Eastern descent, most likely India or Pakistan. The place is immaculate and the service is fast and friendly, which you can’t really say for most of the other fast food joints around town.
The first few times I didn’t really take notice of her, probably because I was too engrossed in the fucking and sucking I was reading about on my phone, but the woman who manages the place always seemed to perk up a little when I would walk through the door.
While there wasn’t anything about her that might bring one to describe her as beautiful or a godess, when I did start taking notice of her, I was immediately drawn in by the sensual aura that seemed to surround her, and I thought I started to feel the electrical charge of a cosmic connection between us.
Like many of the women from that area of the world, her skins was a beautiful shade of dark caramel, and seemed as smooth and delicious as the melted confection. She usually kept her jet black hair tied up on her head, probably due to State Health Department regulations, but that only accentuated her deep dark brown eyes. And she had one of those smiles, that when she really let it loose, smiled with her entire face, and not just with her full, plump lips, that were a purplish shade of darker brown.
It was hard to get a read on the rest of her body, as she was in the company issued uniform, but she seemed to have a nice tight frame for a woman her size. She’s about 5-foot-3, with small, maybe A-cup breasts, that are well hidden under her baggy Subway polo shirt. The counter usually obscured the view from the waste down, but I would always sneak a peak at her fullness of her ass as she walked back to the oven to retrieve my sandwich.
I’m a terrible judge of age, especially with women of color, and that coupled with her small bustline had me confused as to whether she was 25 or 45 or somewhere in between. All I knew is that each week I stopped in for lunch, it wasn’t just the erotic stories on my phone that were contributing to the stiffness in my suit pants.
She was usually on the cash register when I came in, but always seemed to work herself into the rotation behind the counter so she could take my order. She would carefully construct my salad or sub, depending on what I was in the mood for that day, and then continue back to the register to ring me out. The first time our hands touched, as she was giving me my change, I felt a surge of energy course through my body, and I very nearly came in my pants on the spot. Simultaneously, I heard her suck in a quick gasp of air, so I knew she felt it too.
On subsequent visits over the next several weeks, I found out her name was Mona and she was indeed of Indian descent. I started taking a later lunch so that the shop wouldn’t be as crowded, and she and I would have time for more small talk. We usually talked about simple stuff, such as where my office was, and what other places I go for lunch, but the whole time I would find myself swimming in those huge deep brown eyes of hers.
One Friday afternoon, I came in and she was talking with a delivery guy, trying to work out the details of a messed up order. She saw me and told the other girl behind the counter to make me a tuna fish on a tossed salad, which is my standard Friday order. She then gave me a warm smile before going back to her discussion with the delivery guy.
Since I wasn’t going to be chatting up Mona on this trip, I turned my attention back to my phone, and the amazing watersports story that I started reading before leaving the office. I wasn’t really paying attention to the woman cashing me out as I was just getting to the point of the story where the real action was starting. Then I felt another bolt of energy surge through my body, as Mona laid her hand on my arm.
“I’m sorry about that John”, she said, looking straight through my eyes into my soul. “It’s the third time this month they screwed up my order, and I just had to take care of it.”
I had no idea why she would be apologizing to me, but I wasn’t complaining, and I could feel my cock straining against the zipper of my pants as the feeling of her touch got my harder than the action in the story. The place was pretty much empty, and I had nothing to hurry back to, so I just stood there and made small talk with Mona for about another 15 minutes, hoping my cock would return to somewhat normal so I could walk away from the counter without embarrassing myself.
Someone called to her from the back telling her there was a phone cal for her, and I watched the firmness of her ass as she almost jogged into the back office. Then I made my escape, holding the bag in front of my crotch to hide my obvious excited state.
I drove back to my office and ate at my desk, still thinking about the amazing feeling of her hand on my arm. I felt the stiffness returning to my cock, and decided to read the rest of that story while I finished my salad.
“Where the fuck is it?” I think to myself, as I’m looking all over my office for my phone. It’s not on my desk, it’s not in any of my pockets. I even ran back downstairs to my car to see if I left it in there. But it was nowhere to be found.
“Think idiot, THINK!” I say to myself, “where was the last place you remember having it?”
And then it hit me. I was reading the story while checking out at Subway, and must have put my phone down on the counter when Mona touched my arm.
“OH SHIT!” I actually say out loud, “I can’t be without my phone”, as I start taking a mental inventory of all the phone number, pictures, applications, and OMG!!! PORNOGRAPHY!!! that I have on that thing.
I pick up my office phone and dial my cell number. It rings four times, and I’m actually sweating hoping and praying that nobody stole it off of the counter.
“Hello?” comes the voice from the other end. It’s HER voice. I’d know that sweet accent anywhere, but it sounds even more intoxicating over the phone.
“Mona?” I ask, “is that you?”
“Yes John, I was just looking up your office number to let you know you left you phone here.”
I breathe a sigh of relief at not having to replace the device and all of my information. What she says next puts me back into full panic mode though, and I feel the sweat return as my body temperature must have risen 10 degrees in the instant it took her to utter these words.
“I’ve been looking all through your phone to find your contact information. I must say, you have some pretty interesting stuff on here!”
Dead silence from my end of the phone, as I start thinking about the kinky and erotic stories and pictures and emails that I have on my phone. The device is supposed to lock itself after 5 minutes of inactivity, but she must have picked it up before it did, so she had access to EVERYTHING.
“Hello?, Hello?, John, are you still there?”
Her voice snaps me out of my panic stricken fog, and I it takes every ounce of energy I have just to reply “Yes, I’m still here.”
“Listen,” she says very mater-of-factly, without a hint of judgement in her voice, “I’m sure you can’t be without this for too long, since you always have it out whenever I see you, right?”
“Uh-huh” I reply, still dumbfounded, but a little hopeful that her tone might be an indication that she didn’t run into any of the hardcore anal or watersports material that I love so much.
“We close up here at six,” Mona continued, “so if you’re still going to be at your office, I can swing by and drop it off for you. Will that work?”
“I’d hate to put you through that trouble…” I start to say, but she cuts me off before I can finish the sentence.
“No trouble at all” she eagerly responds, “it’s the least I can do for one of my favorite customers.”
That last line causes my dick to stir to attention.
“I’ll be here, but we close at five-thirty so I’ll have to let you in the back door.” I instruct, “give me a call when you get to the building and I’ll shoot downstairs to let you in.”
“Sure thing”, she says, and hangs up.
I look at the clock and it’s already after three. I try to concentrate on work, but the thoughts of what she could have seen on my phone keep running through my head, like you replay the events of almost getting into a car accident. Thankfully, there didn’t seem to be anything in her voice or mannerism that would give me an indication that she saw anything, so I let myself relax.
I actually get back into my work, and lose track of the time until I start hearing my coworkers bidding me good night. I look at the clock and realize it’s only another 30 minutes or so until she’ll be here.
“Oh My God!” the thought pops into my head, bringing with it the panic and sweat from earlier in the afternoon. “Mona is going to be IN MY OFFICE!” My head starts swimming again with mental images of Mona and I progressing well beyond casual conversations and random touching as she’s making change.
I let my mind and imagination wander, and conjure up deliciously naughty images of me and the Subway girl engaging in all kinds of activities that are contained on my phone.
I’m enjoying the erotic daydream, when I’m snapped back to reality by the ringing of my office phone. I look down at the caller ID and see my own name on the read out.
“She’s calling me from my own cell phone” I think to myself, as I reach for the receiver of my office phone. “How the hell isn’t that thing locked already?” is the last thought that goes through my mind, before picking up and saying “Hello”
“I’m downstairs John,” hearing her voice gets my dick stirring again.
“OK, I’ll be down in a minute” I say
“Can you hurry please,” she says with a sense of urgency in her voice, “I forgot to go before leaving the restaurant…”
She pauses for a few seconds before continuing, I can feel my heart pounding in my chest hoping that she’s going to say what I think she’s going to say.
“….and I have to pee….REALLY BADLY!”
Yup, that’s what I was hoping she’d say, although it was well beyond the casual small talk we usually exchanged, which caused my cock to stiffen even more, as I rode the elevator down four floors to the back door.
When the elevator doors opened, I can see her through the glass doors hopping on one foot and then the other. She’s changed out of her Subway uniform, and is now wearing a rather tight pair of jeans, and half tee shirt, that shows off her flat stomach and belly pierce. Her hair is down and pulled back into a lose pony tail. Our eyes meet and her entire face smiles at me. My cock twitches and I have to reach down and adjust myself before I can take the step to get off the elevator.
Quckly I open the door and just say “follow me.”
There’s a ladies room on the ground floor, but it’s down a hallway, which is now completely dark due to the office being closed. Instinctively, I reach back and grab her hand to guide her, and the jolt of energy that runs through my body at the touch of her skin is the most intense yet.
“Here we are” I say, as I swing open the door and switch on the light.
She rushes in without closing the door behind her, and I can’t believe my eyes as I watch her beautiful brown ass emerge from her jeans, and she yanks down her pants and panties in one quick motion. She quickly spins and sits on the toilet, and looks up at me with those huge puppy dog eyes, as I hear her piss start to bubble in the water.
I unlock myself from her gaze and let my eyes travel down to the valley between her legs. Seeing this, she spreads them wide for me and I can see the fullness of her dark black bush, and her swollen pussy lips handing down below her ample fur.
“I hope you don’t mind…” her words again snap me out of my haze reminding me that this is not a dream, “…but I found some very interesting stuff on your phone while looking for your contact information, and it made me very, very hot.”
I fall to my knees in front of her and we both lean in for our first kiss. I feel those plump, purple lips on mine, and then part them with my tongue to explore her mouth. She kisses me back with equal enthusiasm, and leans back a little, tilting her pelvis forward, and redirecting the spray of her piss, which I don’t realize until I feel it splashing over my shirt and tie, and dripping through to my skin.
She breaks our kiss and whispers in my ear, “I haven’t had anyone to share my piss with since I left India three years ago.”
“You do now” I replied, as I kissed down her body, and pushed my face directly into her stream, feeling her hot piss splashing over my forehead and running down my face. I opened my mouth to slurp up the last of her offering, just as her stream started to die down, then pressed forward and started flicking my tongue over her erect and prominent clit.
“Oooooooo…” she moaned, “I am so goddamn glad you left your phone behind today!”
I pulled her legs up over my shoulders so I could stick my tongue further up her piss covered pussy. This also rolled her back a little further so her round and brown ass was now in reach. I moved my hand up and started stroking her up and down between her ass crack, and I could feel her push herself tighter against my face.
When my finger started rubbing around and dipping into her tight brown pucker, she lost control and started cumming all over my tongue, which was pummelling her clit with lightning fast flicks.
She pulled me up and planted her lips on mine again, and we shared the taste of her salty wetness between us. While we were kissing, her hands were busy undoing my belt and pushing down my pants, which were drenched with her piss. As soon as my dick was free of my underwear, she leaned forward and took the full lenght into her mouth.
When I felt her nose at the base of my cock, I also felt her stick out her long and cobra-like tongue which was moving all over my balls and trying to reach back toward my asshole. She alternated between sucking my cock deep into her mouth, and then letting it pop free of her lips so she could lick it up and down like an ice cream cone. All the while, locking her eyes on mine.
I was getting close and needed to fill her mouth with my seed. I grabbed her by her ears and started thrusting my cock in and out of her willing mouth. She reached up between my legs and found my own tight pucker with her long, thin finders and started massaging my asshole and working her finger in up to the first knuckle.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back, and I started shooting my load into her mouth and onto her waiting tongue. Her eyes smiled up at me as she eagerly swallowed my creamy offering.
She kept rubbing my cock and casually licking it after I had cum, while she reached down and pulled her half shirt up over her small tits. I looked down to drink in the sight of those tiny brown mounds, topped with a dark chocolate colored nipple that was about a half an inch long and almost as thick around as my pinky finger.
She started rubbing and tugging at her own nipples, while still sitting on the toilet with her legs open wide apart. Our eyes were still locked on each other, and she didn’t need to say a word to tell me what she wanted me to do.
I reached down and started stroking my cock, concentrating on releasing my bladder, and then I started to piss. It came out slowly at first, hitting her thigh and running down over her knee. She reached her hand down and rubbed her wet leg,and then brought her fingers to her mouth making a slow, loud “mmmmmmmm” noise.
This encouraged me to release myself more, and I directed my spray at her open cunt and clit. Her hand followed the stream there and she started rubbing her pussy and moaning even louder.
I kept moving my stream higher, pausing to drench her belly pierce, before moving up and aiming it at each of her tiny but extremely excited tits. She leaned her head back, resting it on the tank, with her mouth wide open, and I got the message loud and clear.
Taking a small step forward, I directed the rest of my offering at the back of her throat, and she swallowed and gulped it down like she had just come off an afternoon trek across the desert. Each time she closed her lips to swallow, my piss would splash off of her mouth and spray her face and hair, before she opened her mouth for a refill.
When I finished up, I looked down, and we were both covered in each other’s piss, and I was standing in a huge puddle on the bathroom floor. We cleaned up as best as we could with the paper towels, and decided that I should follow her to her place, since it was closer, where we could shower up and wash & dry our piss covered clothes.
As we turned to leave the bathroom, Mona reached into the back pocket of her very damp jeans, and said “I almost forgot, here’s your phone!”