Over the five year period of working as a warehouse clerk at an office supply store, I have seen many employees come and go. Some would realize all of the work that is required of them and quit in a matter of weeks. But about six months ago, the store manager hired a new girl to be a cashier. She was an African-American girl whom I estimated to be 18.
I was fortunate, one afternoon, to meet her in the employee’s lounge during our lunch break.
Surprisingly, I made conversation with her and we got along great. She told me that her name was Tracy and she attended the high school that was right up the block from my apartment. We spoke throughout our entire break and, after a week, we began taking our lunch breaks at the same time. Tracy and I began having a close friendly relationship, despite our age difference of about 10 years.
One evening, Tracy told me that she was going to have to quit the job because there was no means of transportation for her to get to work after school. She explained , “Think about it, Craig. I am using most of the money that I make here just catching the bus here everyday. That doesn’t make much sense.”
“Well, I have an idea, Tracy. What if I just pick you up from school on my way to work and we can ride together?” She liked the idea and called me her savior for helping out. In time, Tracy was like a close friend to me. We spoke of everything. I would tell her of my women problems and she would tell me of her boy problems.
One Wednesday afternoon, I was relaxed in front of my television and VCR. It was one of those lonely times when I would pop in a video of myself and an ex-girlfriend having sex. Gradually, my cock began rising to the occasion and, of course, I would put my hand to work on it. Listening to the heavy breathing and moaning had me totally aroused. But just when it felt as though I was going to explode, there was a knock at the door. Needless to say, my erect cock began going soft. I quickly adjusted myself, turn off the VCR, and yelled out, “Who is it?” To my surprise, it was Tracy. “But, I thought, ‘what in the hell is she doing here. She’s not due out of school for another 2 hours.” I opened the door for her and there stood a young lady whom I had never realized how attractive she was. Her hair was combed back and down to her shoulder. She wore just enough cosmetic to enhance her natural beauty. Tracy was wearing her school uniform of white blouse and brown skirt. Her blouse was unbuttoned at the top to reveal her beautiful black cleavage and her skirt was hemmed short enough to see that she had the most beautiful pair of tight black legs that I had ever seen. From the looks of her legs, I could tell that she, obviously, ran track at her school.