I was just about to close up shop when she came flying through the door. Really, there is only one day each year that causes people to burst in so abruptly—Valentine’s Day. Although, to completely throw a stereotype out there, it is usually men. But this lady was bound and determined to get something with a heart on it. Or maybe not.
“Don’t you just find this whole holiday to be so ridiculous,” she panted out after her obvious rush. “I mean, HE loves it, so I have to get something. But otherwise I’d rather just forget the whole thing.”
“Fortunately, I’m single this year,” I offer. I’m not looking for sympathy, this is the best time of my life. Sure, I’m working in a small card shop, but I’m also out having fun every night of the week.
“I envy you. I love him and all, but this is really tedious, you know. If I’m going to give a blowjob, I’d rather it not be because of some made-up holiday.”
I just nod, ringing her through. After completing her transaction, I bend down to find a bag for her card and the cute little teddy bear she’s picked out. When I pull up, she’s on the other side of the shop, locking the door. The sly look on her face says it all. She walks back over and slips behind the counter with me.
I fully anticipated her sliding her arms around me for a passionate kiss, you know how people do in the movies? Instead of our lips meeting, it is her hand meeting my hardening cock and going for the button of my jeans.
“Like, I said, I don’t want to give a blowjob because of a holiday, I want it to be because I want to.” And as she slides down my body, she adds “And I really want to suck your cock.”
Soon she has my meat free and I watch her take the full length into her mouth. My entire body quivers with pleasure. Her boyfriend might be some sappy goof, but I sure hope he has other redeeming qualities. This woman is giving me the best blowjob of my life behind the counter of a greeting card shop! Like I said, I’m living the life!
She doesn’t stop or let up at all. With tight lips and a sloppy tongue, she works my head and my shaft. With one hand she holds my dick by the base, keeping it steady for every suck and lick. She finds her way to my balls with the other and cups them nice and tight.
Normally, I’m pretty happy to hold on to my cum, to make sure my partner has the opportunity to cum as well. But I don’t think that matters here. Not at all. She wants me to cum...hell, he might be waiting on her for their sappy Valentine’s Day dinner. So when I look down to admire her fine cocksucking work, she gives me a nod and that is it. Stream after stream of hot jizz flows out of my penis and right into her wanting mouth. My body quakes with each orgasmic burst—I have to hold the counter to no fall on top of her. And she takes it all, every last drop.
Finally, my body settles enough for me to unclench and lean against the wall behind the counter. She stands up, gives her lips a quick lick and plants a light kiss on my cheek. She whispers “Thanks” and sees herself out the door.
I sure hope that dude likes his...bear.