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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. Startled, I jumped and turned to see Savannah standing there.

“You seem deep in thought,” she said, her musical voice a seductive melody.

I was tongue-tied and stammered, “Oh, uh, yeah. I was just thinking about … things.”

She flashed me a smile that made my knees go weak before replying, “Things, huh? What kind of things?”

I shrugged, feeling heat rising from my neck to my cheeks as my prick pulsed in my pants. I babbled, “Just life, you know? Work, the weather.”

She laughed and said, “You’re such a terrible liar.”

I felt my cheeks burn hotter as I insisted, “I’m not lying.”

“Sure, you’re not,” she teased. “But I think I know what you’re really thinking about.”

Adrenaline shot through me, and my cock grew fully hard in a flash.

I asked, “What do you think I’m thinking about?”

She leaned closer, so close, in fact, that I could smell her shampoo-scented hair and whispered, “Me.”

My heart was pounding like a drum. I wanted to say something witty, something clever, but words seemed to have deserted me.

Finally, I managed to utter, “You think so?”

“Uh-huh,” she said with a nod. “I do. And I think that I might be thinking about you, too.”

A wave of relief washed over me, which was followed by an exhilarating surge of joy—and a dizzying wave of arousal. Forcing myself to appear blasé, I asked her out. In no time, we set up a movie date.

After we caught the latest superhero blockbuster, Savannah invited me back to her place. She had a huge seaside apartment in a pricey part of town. I found myself silently wondering how she could afford such a place on a cashier’s salary. But she volunteered that her fancy digs were a gift from her wealthy grandmother, who wanted her to have a nice place to live while she finished up her graduate degree. Savannah said she’d taken the supermarket job just to have some mad money—but admitted she liked working there because she enjoyed talking to our customers.

I refrained from saying it must be nice to have rich relatives. I wasn’t so fortunate, but being smart and driven, I knew there were great things in store for me in the long term. But in the short term, I hoped Savannah was part of my future. Hopefully, my naked future.

We stood on her vast balcony admiring the view. Savannah sidled up beside me until our arms were nearly touching. Then she turned toward me, and beneath a clear night sky full of stars, we kissed for the first time.

Savannah had instigated our lip-lock, and I was glad she wasn’t shy about taking the lead. We soon found ourselves lost in our mutual embrace. The cool night air was a stark contrast to the heat radiating off of our aroused bodies. The full moon cast us and the beach below in a magical light.

My hands explored Savannah’s generous curves, briefly lingering on her hips before moving up to cup her breasts. My thumbs brushed against her hardened nipples through her dress, eliciting a soft moan from her. Savannah also allowed her hands to roam. She let her fingers dance down my chest, caressing my pecs and abs before sliding down to the bulge in my shorts. She gripped my stiffening dick through my clothing, and I groaned in pleasure.

We luxuriated in long, lingering kisses. Our tongues danced, exploring each other’s mouths. I enjoyed the faint taste of Savannah’s cherry lip balm as our kiss deepened further. Our lips parted wider as we frenched, our breathing growing increasingly ragged.

Savannah’s curious fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt and pushed it off my shoulders. Her eyes drank in the sight of my bare chest, her fingers tracing the trail of hair leading down to the waistband of my cargo shorts. I reached around, unzipping Savannah’s sundress. Her unfastened garment fell to the floor, leaving her in just her underwear and sandals.

I took in the cock-stiffening sight of my coworker’s nearly naked body. I reached behind her to caress her ass cheeks through her panties. But Savannah wasn’t idle. She unzipped my shorts and shoved them down along with my boxers. My dick sprang free, hard, and ready for her.

Savannah wrapped her hand around my cock, stroking me slowly. I moaned, my hands once again seeking out her boobs. I pinched her nipples through her skimpy bra, and she gasped delightedly. Her fist moved faster, her strokes becoming more urgent and demanding.

Savannah moved backward, perching herself on a nearby lounge chair and urging me to lean against the railing. As I gazed at her in lustful amazement, she parted her pillowy lips and hoovered my johnson into her talented mouth. Her lips formed a tight ring around my rod as she sank down to my root. She bobbed her head as her tongue slithered against my shaft. She clutched my thighs for leverage as I threaded my fingers in her blonde mane and surrendered to the exquisite sensations she caused.

But before the situation got out of hand, I urged her backward and yanked off her panties. As the waves crashed against the shore below, I spread her legs, revealing her glistening pussy to the starlit night. With a growl of desire, I dove between her thighs and nuzzled her slit.

I lapped up and down her juicy furrow, stopping to paint whorls against her clit. Savannah squealed excitedly, pumping her hips and mashing her pussy against my face. Her copious fluids were flowing so freely, I felt as if I were nearly drowning in her honey.

But what a way to go! I thought.

Savannah was chanting dirty endearments as she egged me on, and I wanted nothing more than to rock her world and make her come harder than she ever had before. I buzz-sawed her button with my tongue, feeling her thighs quivering against my face. No matter how much she bucked and jerked, I kept myself on target.

I clutched her thighs, digging my fingertips into her pliant flesh. Some guys may like hardbodies, but I’m a sucker for a soft girl with curves—and Savannah was just my type.

I continued lavishing her clit with fast flicks of my tongue, then slipped a hand down to her pussy. I worked one, then two fingers into her syrupy snatch. She moaned so sweetly when I penetrated her, and I rhythmically pumped my digits in and out of her clutching cunt.

Savannah’s cries increased in volume as her pleasure peaked, and before long, she shouted climactically toward the sky. I continued lapping at her cunt until her voice faded into soft sighs of satisfaction.

I straightened up somewhat, kneeling on the chair between Savannah’s spread legs. I gazed down at her shiny slit and heaving boobs, barely contained by her bra. She was breathing heavily but was by no means done. She still had a passionate fire burning in her eyes that no amount of orgasmic pleasure could extinguish.

Savannah crooked a finger at me, and that was all the invitation I needed. I covered her body with mine and aimed my erection at her cunt. I sank into her heavenly wetness, plunging my prick to the root in one swift thrust. She cried out, her nails digging into my shoulders. I pumped my hips slowly but gradually picked up the speed of my thrusts. Savannah’s moans filled the night air, mingling with the sounds of the crashing waves.

Judging by the look on Savannah’s face, each thrust of my cock sent ripples of pleasure cascading throughout her body. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me even closer as I pounded her. Our bodies moved in sync; our passion fueled by the primal rhythm of the night.

“More, Ralph. Give me more!” she cried out.

I obliged, pulling out almost all the way before slamming back into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each powerful thrust. The chair creaked beneath us, adding to our erotic cacophony. The cool sea air grazed my heated skin, heightening my senses and intensifying my pleasure.

Savannah’s body moved in perfect harmony with mine, her hips rising to meet each of my downward strokes. She seemed to be overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled with cock. She made me feel like a total stud.

With a final thrust, I emptied myself into her, my dick pulsating as I released my hot load deep inside her snatch. Savannah’s climax hit at nearly the same time, her pussy clenching around me and milking out every last drop of my cream.

I collapsed on top of her as we both struggled to catch our breath. Our first date had surpassed all of my expectations, but it also awakened my hunger for more of her.

Now that I’d gotten a taste of Savannah, I didn’t think I’d ever be the same. All I knew was that pleasure would be on the menu whenever we got together. I hoped that would be a frequent occurrence and told her so. Savannah confessed that she felt the same way and wanted me to fuck her in every hole she had!

I’m not one to disappoint a lady, much less one as fine as Savannah. So, you can be rest assured, I intend to fulfill her wish!