All it took to get the job was five minutes filling out
an application and a five-minute interview with the
manager, Steven. We immediately liked each other and I
sense that our rapport in the interview trumped my lack
of experience in the service industry.
Steven was 28 years old and had moved to the area to
get a Masters in Chemistry several years earlier. He
had taken the job as theatre manager to help pay for
school. Although he had dropped out by the second
semester, the job stuck.
While Steven was definitely good looking — muscular
build, dark hair and eyes, cute smile — I was most
attracted to his wittiness and wry sense of humor. The
first day of the job, we were tossing puns back and
forth, despite my clumsiness around the concession
stand. Even when I got flustered when I squirted
butter-flavored topping on my white theatre-issued
shirt (who thought of that?) and spilling fake nacho
cheese all over the counter, Steven smiled and winked
at me.
Whereas many of my teenage coworkers seemed immature
and awkward, like the guys at school, Steven was
smooth, well-spoken, cleaned up. He also wasn’t afraid
to touch me in subtle ways those first few weeks —
brushing my arm as he walked past me out the elevator,
putting his hand on my shoulder while showing me how to
do the register. Every time he touched me, I felt my
pussy tense up.
Ever since my ex and I had broken up, I had been
craving sex. Truth is, the last month or so of the
relationship had been nearly sex-free. Both of us had
been losing interest and I knew soon after the break-up
that he had his eyes on another girl in our school.
So, true, I missed my ex. But I missed the fucking
more. I missed how he let me go on top until I got off,
letting me rock back and forth on his big, hardened
cock, while he sucked my nipples until I moaned with
uncontrollable pleasure. That was hot. And sooner or
later, I was craving sex with Steven. I wanted to get
off on his cock.
One night, I was working the closing shift with Steven
and two other coworkers. It was a Monday night so there
weren’t many people attending the shows. When the two
other coworkers started leaving I turned to Steven.
“Hey, Steven. Would it be helpful if I stayed until the
last show got out to help you clean up?”
“Well, my dear, that would be a pleasure,” Steven said.
I smiled and probably blushed when I called me “my
dear.”
The last movie got out a few minutes before midnight.
Steven and I were playing a game of blackjack at the
information desk when the last of the patrons left the
theater.
“I have to go upstairs to take the film off the
projector. Do you want to see the room where we do it?”
Steven asked me.
“Yeah, I’d love to help you get off, even. Get it off,
I mean.” I looked up from my cards, looking somewhere
between blank and coy.
Steven chuckled and muttered, half wanting me to hear,
“Ah, if only you were older or I younger…”
“Hm?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Steven said. “Follow me, let’s go.”
I was glad Steven took the bait and didn’t ignore my
suggestion. However, I felt pretty crushed that he was
ruling out the possibility. Maybe I could work it a
little more once we were up in the dark projector room.
“Wow,” I said when we reached the projector room. “It’s
so much bigger than I thought it would be.”
“Yeah, things are different now with these huge
multiplexes. All the old-fashioned stuff is gone, which
is kind of a shame.”
“Can you show me how to take off the film?” I asked.
“Sure,” said Steven. He explained to me the projection
process and then pointed to a switch that I had to turn
to loosen the reel.
“This one?”
“Yep.”
“I’m a little nervous, I don’t want to mess it up.
Everything isn’t going to go flying, is it?” I asked,
grimacing.
“Of course not,” Steven said. “Here, let me help you.
Turn around. I’ll guide your hand.”
When Steven got behind me and put his hand over my hand
and placed it on the switch, my pussy tightened like it
usually did when Steven touched me. I think my body
froze a little, too.
“Relax, my dear,” Steven said.
“I thought I was too young,” I mumbled.
“What?” Steven asked.
“Nothing,” I said.
“Is it ok if I put my other hand here?” He put his left
hand over my pants, over my hot pussy. He breathed
sweetly into my hair.
“Yes,” I said.
He started rubbing my pussy through my pants, with
broad circles, massaging it, really. He kissed the back
of my neck. I realized I could watch us by looking at
our reflection in the window overlooking the empty
theater auditorium. I reached my hand back and started
rubbing his cock. He moaned lightly.
Rather quickly we unzipped each other’s pants. I pulled
down my panties and kicked them off with my pants. I
pulled Steven’s cock out through his boxers. It was
hard and warm against my butt-crack.
“I know it’s not okay in more than one way, even, but I
want to fuck you so bad,” Steven said, still pressed
into my back.
“I want you to do it,” I moaned.
“You’ve had sex before, right?” he asked, a hopeful
tone in his voice.
“Of course,” I said.
“Can I suck on your tits?” he asked. “I’ve been wanting
to suck and lick your tits since the first conversation
we had.”
I turned around and unbuttoned my blouse. I pulled down
the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts and hard
nipples. Steven knelt down a little, took one of my
breasts in his hands and started sucking on it,
lovingly. I took his cock and rubbed it against my now
wet clit. He grabbed my other breast and sucked on it
while moaning.
Between sucks on my breasts, Steven said, “I want you
to ride me. Please ride me. Please.” I smiled, feeling
hotter and wetter than I ever had with my ex and told
Steven to lie down on the rough carpet. I straddled him
and guided his cock into my pussy. It felt so good I
almost came right then and there.
Luckily, I had the wherewithal to start rocking back
and forth and back and forth and in circles and up and
down, massaging my clit against his hard cock. Steven
closed his eyes and grabbed my swinging breasts so he
could fondle them, while I groaned with pleasure.
After a few minutes of grinding my pussy, Steven
gasped, “Oh god, I’m going to come in you soon.”
“Wait for me,” I said. “I’m almost there.” I rode him a
little faster and harder and, sure enough, started
coming. I moaned so loud and long as pleasure enveloped
my lower body. I grabbed my tits and massaged them, as
I felt Steven’s sperm spurt inside me and felt him
jerking underneath me. “Keep fucking me,” he yelled.
“Keep riding me!”
I rode out our orgasms and collapsed on Steven when we
both finished.
From that night on, until I went away to college, I
always helped Steven clean up after work.