Samsun's had been my local bookshop for years. As an avid reader, it was great having a source of books so near to my apartment - about a five minute walk. I'd made the short trip today to pre-order the newest book in the Firedancer series - Book 3, the Blood Hunger. It was due out in a few weeks, and would likely be in high demand, so I figured I'd secure my copy before they're all gone.

Of course, there was another reason I'd come to frequent Samsun's lately. Her name was Chloe, and she was a young cashier who had started working there a few months back. As I stood in the queue waiting, I saw her behind the counter. She had long black hair, and these piercing blue eyes I just couldn't help but fall into. Her body was amazing too, hidden under her uniform, a tight-fitting blue shirt and unreasonably tight black pants. I wondered if she'd ever caught me staring at her ass when she was shelving books. We'd interacted a number of times, though usually just as customer and employee.

I snapped out of my daydream as I was called forward. Chloe greeted me with her wide smile and bright eyes. "Hi there! How can I help you?" she said.
"Hey," I said, stepping up to the counter, resting my hands on it. "I'd like to reserve a copy of Firedancer book three, please."
"Ooh, Blood Hunger, I'm so excited to find out what happens to Sylia Fireborne after the Death Pit!"
"You're a fan of Firedancer?"
"Love it!" she said, beaming. "It's a perfect blend of magic, violence and ***!" For a moment, her grin had a certain wickedness to it - though I couldn't tell whether it was the *** or the violence that caused it. Her answer made me stumble over my words as I composed myself.
"Oh, uh... I... Yeah, it's pretty great," I said, probably blushing a little. Chloe typed a few keypresses on her computer.
"It's Ross, right? You're one of our regulars aren't you?"
"Yeah, Ross Matthews." Chloe typed in my details. "I've been coming here for years."
"Nice to have loyal customers now that more and more people are going digital! That's your book reserved, can I take your number? We'll send you a text when you can come in and pick it up." I gave her my number and she entered it in.
"Great, thank you! Come again soon, won't you?" She smiled brightly, but it didn't seem fake like customer service usually does. I suppose that was why they hired her. Little did she know about the things I've thought about doing to her...
"Thanks, I will."

I left the shop and made my way home. When I got back to my apartment I kicked off my shoes and sat down on my sofa. It was Saturday, so I intended to spend the afternoon doing as little as possible. With Netflix on in the background, I lay staring at my phone, aimlessly browsing Reddit.

Just as I was getting into a comment thread where a reddit user had posted a picture of a strange object they wanted identified, I got a message from an unknown number. I tapped the notification and up came a picture - a woman from next down to waist, her shirt unbuttoned, her perky bare ******* exposed. Wow, I thought. Whoever this was had amazing ****. I grabbed myself through my pants a little, as I admired the ****. I thought someone had accidentally sent me something that was intended for someone else. Then I noticed the shirt.

It was blue.

It had a name badge.

Chloe.

Holy shit.

Chloe had sent me a picture of her exposed ****. Had she done it on purpose? What did it mean? As if to answer my question, a second message came through, this time just a text message.

Do you like what you see, Ross?

****. It was meant for me. I could feel my **** quickly harden in my pants, knowing I was looking Chloe's ****, and knowing she had purposely sent it to me.

What should I do? What should I say?

I couldn't stop staring at the picture. I thought, well, maybe she's interested. I mean you don't just send ***** to people you're not into, right? I should say something about it. But what? I started typing a response to her.

Your **** are amazing, I'm so hard just looking at them.

I hit send. And I was honest, my **** was practically bulging out of my pants at the sight of her.

I didn't have to wait long for a response. It came within a minute or so.

Show me 🥵

Oh ****, now she wanted to see my ****. I wasn't shy about it, but I wasn't used to being asked - or rather demanded - to send a dick pic. I quickly undid my pants and pulled my hard member from my boxers. Switching to the camera on my phone, I took a photo from an angle that emphasised its girth. I was pretty average in length, but I'd been told it was my thickness that really hit the spot. Happy with my picture, I hit send.

With my **** out, I slowly stroked it, looking at Chloe's ****, all the images of what I'd love to do to her pouring through my mind. After a few minutes, she replied again, with a single emoji. 

😍

Then, seconds later, a message. 

When can I suck it? 

Ohh ****. This was getting intense. She wanted to suck my ****. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't fantasised about exactly that, in fact I'd blown my load many times to that mental image. 

She seemed so forward. Maybe I should be forward with her, too?

Come over when you finish work. 27 Captain Street. Apartment 12.

It was short and to the point, I hope she was as keen as I was. 

Deal. See you in two hours 😘

The next two hours I spent showering and cleaning up my apartment. Just before five, I threw on a nice shirt, a pair of tight but comfortable boxer-briefs, and a nice pair of jeans. 

The stair buzzer rang, and I picked it up. "Hello?"
"Hey! It's Chloe!" Just hearing her voice made my **** begin to stir.
"Come on up, my door's open," I said, opening the downstairs door for her. I quickly unlocked the front door, then went to sit on the sofa.

Chloe came into my apartment with the same wicked smile I'd seen earlier.
"Hey!" she said. She looked around my apartment. "Nice place you've got here." I stood up.
"Yeah, it's not the biggest, but it does me just fine. Welcome." The door closed behind her, and she stepped towards me. I reached out to hold her body and kiss her, but before she reached me, she quickly got down on her knees in front of me. One of her hands was already pressed against my growing bulge.
"Did you forget I was coming?" she said, looking up at me. "I don't know why you'd bother wearing clothes if you knew I was going to suck your ****." She grinned, unzipping my pants and quickly undoing my belt.

In one swift move she pulled my pants down. I stepped out of them. She had one hand on my bulge, and with the other she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. "You don't mind if I take some pictures, do you?" She grinned again, looking from my eyes to my bulge and then back again.
"Not at all," I said with a smile. She sat back on her feet and took some pictures of my bulge in my boxers, some with her hand gripping what she could feel of my **** through the material. She then put her phone on the floor beside her, took the waistband of my boxers in her fingertips, and pulled them down to my ankles. My **** sprang out in front of her, and she let out a soft moan.
"****," she said, looking at my hard ****. She wrapped one hand around the middle of the shaft, and used the other hand to *** and hold my balls. "It's even better than the picture." She picked up her phone again, and began taking pictures of my ****. Close-ups and wide shots. She then took a selfie of her with my **** in her hand only inches from her face, her tongue out and mouth open.

"****, my mouth is watering," she said, licking her lips. Her tongue was wet with saliva. She moved her head above my ****, and slowly drooled out a stream of saliva on to my shaft. She took it in her hand and firmly stroked it up and down a few times, rubbing her spit into my ****, encouraging the precum to form at my tip. I let out a moan as she rubbed my ****, and I almost couldn't believe that Chloe was in my apartment playing with my ****.

She briefly let go of my shaft, quickly unbuttoning her shirt and peeling it off, before unhooking her bra and throwing it to the floor. She looked even more incredible topless in person than she did in her picture. Her **** were perky and tight, her nipples hard already. She was beautiful, and she was on her knees in front of me looking hungrily at my glistening ****.