She nodded, sighing to herself.
Frankie had to help another customer, but when the deli was empty, he lifted a section of hinged countertop and motioned her inside. They all went through the door into the kitchen area in back.
"Okay, strip,” Frankie said.
El yanked off her skirt and blouse, thinking how many times she'd stripped naked in the last two days. She couldn't even count.
Sam stared at her when she was naked. “You're all bruised."
"Oh, that. I bumped into a door,” she lied.
Frankie opened his pants, while Sam watched from a few feet away. He seemed fascinated by El, but didn't want to get too close. He must be really shy, she thought.
She took Frankie into her mouth and began licking and sucking. Like most young men, he was rarin’ to go, even though she'd performed this same act just yesterday. She stroked her wet mouth up and down his shaft, both her hands holding tight to his ass. Within a couple of minutes, he came into her mouth. She swallowed the sweet cream, not letting a drop loose.
When she was done, she stood and turned toward Sam. She felt kind of sorry for him. He made her sandwich, after all.
"How about you?” she asked. “You want one?"
Sam looked at Frankie, then at her, and shook his head. She could tell he was embarrassed to show his cock to his workmate. Just then, the bell over the door inside rang and Frankie grinned. “Don't worry, I'll get it.” He winked at El.
El walked up to Sam. He stood about her height. She knew that he'd probably been dismissed by many of the girls of his age group because he wasn't as big and strong like other boys his age. A classic nerd type.
"It's all right, Sam. I won't hurt you,” she cooed. She felt Sam deserved a little attention in his life. Here he was, probably all of eighteen years old, and she doubted he'd ever had a serious relationship with a girl before. Now he was confronted with a naked woman, who seemed eager to seduce him. She could understand his confusion and reluctance.
Sam looked at her nervously, and occasionally peered over her shoulder toward where Frankie had gone to help a customer. “Maybe Frankie needs some help,” he stammered.
"You don't think Frankie can make a sandwich by himself?"
He nodded and looked away, as if afraid to stare at her naked body. She decided to take it slow. “You don't have to do anything. But if you'd like to touch me, it's okay."
She took his hand in hers and placed it on her breast. “How does that feel?"
"It's… nice,” he said, letting his fingers gently stroke her. Emboldened, he brought up his other hand and touched her other breast. He watched, fascinated, as her nipples stretched out.
"See, you're turning me on,” she said. In that moment, she knew if he asked her to fuck him, she'd do it. She wouldn't even mention it to Jack to get credit.
But Sam was far too shy. He touched her, but he couldn't talk at the same time. It was as if his voice had seized up. She tried to draw him out.
"Do you like them?"
"Er… yeah, I mean, sure…” he stammered.
She captured one hand and brought it down to her hot, wet core. His eyes opened wide when he felt her wetness, the slippery fluids that coated her sex. “See? This means I'm ready for you,” she whispered. “Whenever you touch a girl here and she's wet like this, it means she wants you."
"You, uh, want me?"
She leaned in close, so close one of her breasts brushed his chest. “Yes."
"You mean, you'd like to, um… you know."
She spoke directly into his shell-shaped ear. “Never be embarrassed to say what you want, especially when you've got the clues in hand.” For emphasis, she drew his fingers again across her dripping slit.
"You uh… want to… make love to me?” He said it as if he didn't believe it.
She breathed into his ear. “Yesss. Where can we go?"
He pointed to a door. “There's a storage room. It has big sacks of flour and such."
"Let's go."
Sam escorted El into the room and closed the door. To make sure they'd have some privacy, he dragged a heavy sack of potatoes up against the door. El looked around and spotted some flat sacks of grain along one wall that would do in a pinch for a bed. She lay back on them and spread her legs.
For reasons she couldn't quite explain, this felt so right. It was something she never wanted Jack to find out about. This was for Sam, a boy she'd just barely met but understood completely. This was his therapy, his training. He needed this in order to feel like a man.
He came over to her and looked awkward. “I don't want to hurt you,” he said, pointing to her bruises.
"Don't worry, they've faded. I'm okay.” She didn't know if he believed her lie, but it didn't matter. She had given him permission.
He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down a bit. She could see his small cock sticking up, hard and ready. “Oh, what a wonderful cock,” she said, trying to make him feel more confident.
"You really think so?"
"Oh, yes. It's just the right size."
He carefully spread himself over her. She could feel the head of his cock tickling her labia. He leaned in to kiss her and she accepted it gratefully. His breath was sweet, not sour like so many of the men she'd fucked lately. Their tongues intertwined. She felt his cock rubbing up against her. She spread her legs farther apart to make it easy for him.
At first, he didn't seem to be able to find the right passage, so El reached down and helped him along. His cock slipped in. She could hardly feel it, except when it rose up and stroked her g-spot. She shifted her position so he would stroke it often as he moved.
Sam didn't last long. He was so excited by his first fuck that he quickly spasmed inside her. She could feel their fluids leak out around his softening cock. She feigned a climax so he wouldn't feel inadequate.
"Oh, Sam, that was wonderful!” she gushed. “You're a good lover."
He seemed thrilled. “Can we do it again?” Already his cock was started to regenerate. El couldn't believe it. Ah, youth!
"Um, no, I've got to get back. As it is, I won't have time to eat the nice lunch you made. But I'm sure I'll come back for a visit again."
That seemed to satisfy him. He got up and tucked his wet penis into his pants. She waited while he moved the sack of potatoes, then walked out to see Frankie standing there, a frown on his face.
"Hey, when do I get my turn?"
She walked up to him and placed a soft hand against his cheek. “Soon, Frankie. It's just that Sam really turned me on and I couldn't help myself. Your turn will come."
Frankie was speechless. No doubt his estimation of his nerdy co-worker rose considerably. She dressed, picked up the sack of food, winked at them, and left. She had checked the time and knew she had less than ten minutes to get back before Hank was supposed to show. Though she hated the thought of him, she didn't want to be late. That would only cause more punishments.
She hurried back as fast as she could, but her sandals were not made for walking quickly. In her office, she dropped her uneaten lunch off at her desk and checked the time. Five after two. Dammit! She went into Jack's office and spotted Hank standing there, looking around the empty room. He was a big, barrel-chested man, with a thinning shock of white hair and bandy legs.
"Oh, there you are. You're late. I was beginning to think you stood me up,” he said in a loud, angry voice. “Okay, let's get busy. I know what you are and you know what I want. Strip off those fuckin’ clothes and let's get busy."
El couldn't help but contrast the gentle loving of Sam from this profane jerk. Still, she had a job to do. Sighing to herself, she stripped off her clothes for the umpteenth time that day. “Where do you want me?"
"On the couch, bitch. Up on your hands and knees."
"Would you wear a condom, please? They're in the top drawer."
Hank sneered. “From the way I hear it, you'll fuck anything that moves, so what do you care about condoms?"