Amira (3 page)

Serena
was hurrying to finish her shift when she noticed Shane passing by her a few
times. 
She would sometimes let him feel her up while he got himself off
during his break, but it was nothing serious.  It started when Serena
caught him once alone in a dim corner of the stock room. He froze like a deer
in headlights when she came through the swinging door to go to the employee
lounge. He looked guilty, and Serena had a feeling from the look on his face
what he was doing because she would often notice him walking around with a
hard-on in the middle of the day for no reason. She always thought he must go
somewhere to relieve himself but figured he would do it in the privacy of the
restroom. She had seen him other times in the stock room, but he would always
wave and say hi as if nothing were going on, so she didn't think much of it
then.

She wasn’t sure what made her do it, but she approached him that
day. She walked over to him, making small talk and asking how his day was
going. When she got to the corner, through the shadows she could see that he
had his pants open and he had his cock out, fully engorged and erect. He must
have been at it for a while because she could see the pre-cum glisten on the
tip.

He made a move to zip up, but Serena glanced around quickly and
put her finger to her lips and said "Shhhhhh".  She took a couple
steps slowly and stood in front of him. She reached down and pushed his hand
back down to his erection. He hesitated, but she guided his hand to grasp it,
her hand wrapping around his hand, and together they started to stroke it. She
took his other hand and placed it on her breast, and again he hesitated, but
Serena simply nodded and he gave a slight nod back.

Serena never thought of him as handsome, and he was really quite
ordinary, so she had never had any sexual thought about him. He was just a guy
she worked with and was friendly with when they saw each other in passing. It
excited her when she felt how muscular his hand was as he held his own cock.
When she moved his other hand to her breast, feeling the muscles and tendons in
his hand soaked her panties in tight jeans. As he held her breast in the broad
palm of his hand, it struck her that she never noticed what strong, masculine
hands he had. She still had both of her hands on his, one stroking his cock
with him and one at her breast. He just stood there looking down at her, and
she began to squeeze his hand, opening his hand to fully grasp her breast and
pinching her hard nipple in the fold of his hand as he massaged it.

They continued that way, neither of them saying a word, and he
never even made a move to kiss her or to touch anything more than her breast.
He only looked down into her eyes, and Serena smiled seductively. She could
tell from his breathing that he was getting close to cumming, but she didn't
let go of his hands. She kept her hands in perfect rhythm with his. She wanted
him to want her and to enjoy her body.

Finally he bit his lip and let out a stifled moan as he
ejaculated. Serena could feel his hot cum spill onto her hand, flowing down
over his hand and hers together. When he finished, they just separated, and he
still didn't even say a word, not even a thank you. Serena straightened her
shirt and turned to walk away when she realized that she had some jizz on the
front of her shirt. For once she was glad for having to wear the canvas uniform
vest because she would be able to hide the stain.

Serena later told Maggie what had happened. She expected her to be
shocked, but instead she seemed a little quiet. Serena wondered for a moment if
she was jealous, then she became the Maggie that she knew, and she joked about her
being his booty call. Serena laughed and said there was no booty, only booby,
so she was his “booby call”. She was worried that he might think she was his
girlfriend now since she got him off, but he didn't seem affected by it at all,
and he never spoke to her any differently than he ever had.

Later on, she had seen him again in that corner of the stock room,
and over time, it became their routine to meet there. If she saw him there, she
would go to him and let him touch her body as he masturbated, but they never
ever kissed. Sometimes she even let him suck on her nipples while he did it,
but she never saw him cum as hard as the time when she danced in front of him
and wouldn't let him touch her at all. She played a sexy Arabic song on her
cell phone, and while she was far from any kind of belly dancer, she did her
best impression.  It didn’t seem to matter to him as the hardness of his cock
told her that her dancing was just fine. She took it a bit farther, lifted her
shirt, and let her breasts spill out of her bra. He jerked himself off while
she danced in front of him with her hands caressing her body and moving up to
her bare breasts.

No doubt about it, he was definitely a breast man and also enjoyed
when Serena got him off while squeezing his cock between them, always careful
not to get any of his cum on her because he knew she had to go back and finish
her shift. He was a gentleman about it at least, but he never tried to get into
her pants or do anything more than feel her tits. He never wanted anything more
than that, so for that reason Serena felt it was just harmless fun.

Shane kept looking at Serena as he passed her register, and she
knew what he wanted.  She shook my head to tell him no.  He pointed at his
watch and mouthed the words “
Come on
” impatiently, but she had already
planned to meet…
oh
…Serena suddenly realized that she didn’t even know
this man’s name who she had agreed to meet after her shift.  Shane was going to
have to fly solo today.  He waited around for a few minutes, motioning toward
the back of the store, but finally he gave Serena a disappointed look, threw
his hands in the air sarcastically, and headed quickly to the stock room alone.

After clocking out, Serena ran into the restroom, peed after
drinking too much iced tea during her shift, and quickly fixed her hair and
makeup as best as she could with having limited supplies in her purse.  She
hadn't planned on getting ready for a date, so she had only carried a few
essential things with her.  She wished she could do a little more, but she
powdered her nose, freshened up her lip gloss, and checked that she didn't have
mascara smudged under her eyes.  She made a mental note to stop by the beauty
counter and grab a spritz or two of perfume from the perfume tester bottle and
pick up some mints on her way out.

Imogene, the beauty advisor, always sprayed Serena with her
favorite “Violet Eyes” every time she saw her.  She could rarely afford
Elizabeth Taylor's cologne on her part-time wages, but Imogene knew how much
she loved it and didn't mind Serena stopping to use it any time she wanted. She
was a sweet older woman whose own beauty skills were questionable since she
drew on her eyebrows in an unnatural arch and her lipstick always managed to be
crooked, but she was kindhearted and jovial nevertheless.  Her dark bronze skin
always shimmered and glowed, which Serena was sure was a reflection of her warm
personality shining through.  She was widowed and sang in the gospel choir at
her church and was always singing hymns at work too.  Management frowned on
that, however, and told her to keep religion out of the workplace, but that
didn't stop her from always singing. 

Serena buzzed past the beauty counter, barely stopping long enough
to say five words to Imogene  She let out a jolly laugh as she misted Serena in
a perfumed cloud, amused by her rushing by, and her full robust breasts bounced
as she laughed.  She said she envied them as young girls, always having some
place to go, and called Serena “
Miss Taylor
”. 

On her way, Serena ran into Maggie who asked where she was going
in such a hurry.  Serena just said she was meeting someone and left it at
that.  Maggie looked puzzled because Serena normally told her everything, but
she just continued on her way and left her there in mid-sentence as she asked
Serena again where she was going.  They were supposed to go out that evening
with the girls from work, but suddenly Serena didn't care about breaking that
commitment.

“Oh…fuck!” Serena mumbled under her breath as she reached the
front of the store.
 At the registers, they couldn’t see any exterior windows.  Maggie would always
sing the Smashing Pumpkins lyrics,
“Despite all my rage, I’m still just a
rat in a cage”
, and joked about how they keep them there in the dark with
no natural sunlight for some kind of mind control.  Serena told her she was
crazy and said it wasn’t that bad as they could still get fresh air as the
automatic doors would open and close all day.  What Serena could not see
before, however, was that it was now downpouring, and she wondered now how she
was going to meet this man without getting totally drenched and ruining her
hair and makeup.

Just as she got to the exit, she saw a newer model sedan pull up
in front of the store, and he ran out, ducking through the rain and carrying an
umbrella.  He opened his long trench coat toward Serena, and she slipped inside
as he put his arm around her and held the umbrella over her.  The warm
spiciness of his cologne filled her nose, and the heat of his body warmed her
as he sheltered her from the rain inside his coat.  He quickly opened the
passenger side door, and she jumped inside. 

He made sure she was seated comfortably before closing her door
and running around the front of the car and getting in himself. Serena started
to apologize for getting the car so wet, but he stopped her and said not to
worry; the car was a rental.  He offered the warm drink to her that he had
gotten at the café. He explained that he had gotten black coffee for himself
but wasn’t sure what she liked, so he ordered something off the menu called a “
Mocha
Kiss
” because it sounded sweet like her. 

Serena realized at that time that even though he had swept her
into his coat and held the umbrella over her, her t-shirt had gotten soaked. 
She was now chilled and excited to be with such a sexy man, and her nipples
were like two dagger points slicing through her wet shirt.  They laughed about
how this microburst of rain had come out of nowhere, and she said they weren’t
even calling for rain at all.  Luckily, he explained, he still had a suitcase
in the trunk and remembered he had the trench coat in it, so he had pulled it
out as soon as the first drops fell.  She noticed his eyes several times
darting to her breasts, but instead of trying to hide them, she sat with her
hard nipples proudly on display and her wet shirt clinging to the curves of her
breasts.  Serena said she still had car still parked there, and he quietly said
he will bring her back later and not to worry about it, her car would be fine.

Despite the heavy rain, the conversation was barely interrupted by
the sound.  Listening to his accent and the scent of his cologne brought an
image to her mind of exploring a souk in an ancient city and seeing the array
of exotic spices laid out in the marketplace, filling the air with their
aromas. He explained to her that he had been living in Saudi Arabia; however
his family had relocated there after troubles in their home country when he was
young so he was not native born. 

He worked as an auditor and account manager for several oil
magnates as well as having many employees below him. His boss was American and
was branching out and starting his own company back here in the States, so he
had been promoted and transferred to manage the US office because of his
experience but also because of his fluency in English.

Serena suddenly felt small and insignificant in her life. She was
just a young girl, working paycheck to paycheck just to get by and have a
little extra money on the side, and here she was sitting beside this man who
seemed so mature and worldly compared to her.  Last week she was meeting Maggie
and the girls after work, flirting with guys they had no intention of actually
hooking up with, and competing to see who could get the most guys to buy them
drinks, while he was probably meeting important executive types for fancy
dinners and sipping wine from fine crystal. She felt poorly dressed in her
jeans and t-shirt while he smelled of expensive cologne and wore a suit that
she was sure cost more than her first car.  Nevertheless, he never acted like
he was above her in any way.  They talked comfortably as he drove to the hotel,
and Serena relaxed and sunk into the buttery soft leather of the passenger
seat.

The rain hadn't let up before they reached his hotel.  Serena started
to open her door, but he stopped her and rushed around to open it for her.  He
sheltered her again inside his coat and under the umbrella. They entered the
hotel lobby and shook the rain off, and he said he needed to get her warmed
up.  Serena said she was fine, but he protested and said he didn’t want to see
her getting sick.  He ushered her quickly into the elevator, which for some
reason stopped at every floor, whether people entered or not. 

Serena had to step closer to him as a plump woman with a baby
stroller pushed her way in.  She mumbled “Sorry” as she was pressed against
him, but he said nothing, just slipped his arm around her and pulled her
closer.  Serena was sure that she must look a mess after running through the
rain with him twice, but if she did, he didn’t seem to notice.  He only kept
her close to him, and the warmth of his body against her damp skin felt cozy
and warm like coming home.  Being near him felt comfortable and he didn’t feel
like someone she had only just met an hour before.