My First JOI

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My First JOIIt was over 30yrs ago when this 17yr old used to work part-time in a high street pharmacy, stocking shelves after school 4 nights a week. Think I got £4.50 for 6hrs work…..when a pint of beer was only 30p !I was an all female staff apart from the store manager. Most of the females were middle-aged, apart from 2 on the perfume/make-up counter who were late 20’s and a fellow school pupil, (Jill – who was a year above), who worked the same hours as me. I was a shy adolescent and took a bit of teasing from the perfume girls, always asking if I had a girlfriend and lots of innuendo thrown in. They were both always glammed up with lots of make-up, low-cut blouses and mini skirts, and I regularly got caught letching. I wasn’t mature for my years but was a horny teenager nonetheless and the mere sight of a hint of breast down an open blouse was enough to give my virgin cock the horn. Fortunately I wore a long white doctor’s coat which would shield my embarrassment.One day I was wheeling my empty trolley into the lift with the intention of replenishing it from the stockroom above the retail floor, when out from the staff toilets came Rachael from the perfume counter. türkçe bahis She smiled at me and said, “hey Donny, what do you think of these?”, and she pulled open her blouse to reveal the most magnificent milky white breasts I’d ever seen. They were smallish and very pert with awesome nipples. A quick as she’d opened her blouse, she closed it and walked off, her lovely ass wiggling seductively from side to side in that tight black mini-skirt. After 4 or 5 steps in her high-heeled stiletoes she glanced round and winked at me. Fuck me, I nearly came there and then. I was dumfounded as I stumbled into the life, paused for a breath and then pressed the button to take the lift up to the stockroom.It was a poorly lit space with several high ranked warehouse shelves separated by aisles. I made straight for the far away corner, only slowing down to grab a packaged bra from aisle 4. The packaged bras contained a picture of very attractive firm breasted model sporting said bra on the front. This would do nicely, the stockroom door had a squeak so I would hear anyone coming in. I placed the package on shelf-2 and stepped back to open my coat, unzip my charcoal grey mobilbahis güvenilir mi trousers and unleash my already erect cock. I placed my right hand round my manhood and began to stroke franticly as I stared deeply into the eyes of my bra model in front of me. Barely a minute had passed when I heard a noise and turned round to find Jill from school standing there staring at me. Shit, I thought, as I hurredly tried to put my cock away and cover up. “Don’t you dare”, said Jill. “Get that cock back out and finish the job or I go tell the manager”. “What ?”, said I in response. “I now what you were doing”, said Jill, “now get on with it”. Reluctantly, or maybe not, I released my now flaccid cock and began to jerk off slowly. “Turn round and look at me”, said Jill. Fuck, thought I, the bra model is better looking. Jill wasn’t ugly, nor was she a stunner. She wore a white coat like mine, and flat shoes, had short black hair and a face full of freckles. But it was then I noticed her dark brown eyes. I was captivated. “wank that cock hard for me. I want to see your spunk on the floor”, she demanded. I stared into those eyes and she watched youwin my hand shake furiously back and forward along my eager length. It couldn’t have been 2 minutes before I recognised that tingly feeling, my spunk was rising and there was no going back now. “Come ! Come ! Come Now”, she demanded ……. and I certainly did. I came to a shuddering climax, shooting my load all over the floor and barely being able to remain standing as my knees trembled violently.With my last drop dribbled onto the floor, Jill bent down and swiped 2 fingers thru my sticky mess. She then put her fingers to her mouth and sucked eagerly, her eyes widening as she licked her lips and smiled. “Ahhh, now that’s a good boy”, she said then turned and walked off. I tidied myself up and cleared the floor of remaining evidence and when back downstairs, shiting myself that she’d tell anyone. True to her word, Jill didn’t tell a soul, not that I know of anyway. However, what she did do, at least twice a week was a repeat performance. Each time telling me to meet her in our wee corner in 5mins and that she expected to be entertained. Three months later, school was over and it was off to Uni and I never saw Jill again. Imagine to my surprise however, when she contacted me on a social network some 30yrs later, asking for a meet and that she’d like to be entertained again and that if I was a good boy she would reciprocate. Should I go ?Watch this space.

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