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The fluorescent bulbs hummed overhead, casting a sterile light on the supermarket aisles. I pushed a cart laden with groceries, my mind a million miles away. I was daydreaming about my coworker Savannah, with her blonde hair, bodacious boobs and blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires.

We usually worked opposite shifts at the market—me in the mornings, her in the evenings. Our paths rarely crossed, except for the occasional hurried “hello” in the break room. But every time I saw her, my cock would stiffen. Not to sound like a stalker, but sometimes I’d linger after my shift. I’d watch her from afar, mesmerized by the way she moved and how her tits threatened to bust out of her snug-fitting tops.

That day, I was mindlessly stocking shelves when a hand gently touched my arm.... Read More