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    Serena never thought of him as handsome, and he was really quite
ordinary, so she had never had any sexual thought about him. He was just a guy
she worked with and was friendly with when they saw each other in passing. It
excited her when she felt how muscular his hand was as he held his own cock.
When she moved his other hand to her breast, feeling the muscles and tendons in
his hand soaked her panties in tight jeans. As he held her breast in the broad
palm of his hand, it struck her that she never noticed what strong, masculine
hands he had. She still had both of her hands on his, one stroking his cock
with him and one at her breast. He just stood there looking down at her, and
she began to squeeze his hand, opening his hand to fully grasp her breast and
pinching her hard nipple in the fold of his hand as he massaged it.
    They continued that way, neither of them saying a word, and he
never even made a move to kiss her or to touch anything more than her breast.
He only looked down into her eyes, and Serena smiled seductively. She could
tell from his breathing that he was getting close to cumming, but she didn't
let go of his hands. She kept her hands in perfect rhythm with his. She wanted
him to want her and to enjoy her body.
    Finally he bit his lip and let out a stifled moan as he
ejaculated. Serena could feel his hot cum spill onto her hand, flowing down
over his hand and hers together. When he finished, they just separated, and he
still didn't even say a word, not even a thank you. Serena straightened her
shirt and turned to walk away when she realized that she had some jizz on the
front of her shirt. For once she was glad for having to wear the canvas uniform
vest because she would be able to hide the stain.
    Serena later told Maggie what had happened. She expected her to be
shocked, but instead she seemed a little quiet. Serena wondered for a moment if
she was jealous, then she became the Maggie that she knew, and she joked about her
being his booty call. Serena laughed and said there was no booty, only booby,
so she was his “booby call”. She was worried that he might think she was his
girlfriend now since she got him off, but he didn't seem affected by it at all,
and he never spoke to her any differently than he ever had.
    Later on, she had seen him again in that corner of the stock room,
and over time, it became their routine to meet there. If she saw him there, she
would go to him and let him touch her body as he masturbated, but they never
ever kissed. Sometimes she even let him suck on her nipples while he did it,
but she never saw him cum as hard as the time when she danced in front of him
and wouldn't let him touch her at all. She played a sexy Arabic song on her
cell phone, and while she was far from any kind of belly dancer, she did her
best impression.  It didn’t seem to matter to him as the hardness of his cock
told her that her dancing was just fine. She took it a bit farther, lifted her
shirt, and let her breasts spill out of her bra. He jerked himself off while
she danced in front of him with her hands caressing her body and moving up to
her bare breasts.
    No doubt about it, he was definitely a breast man and also enjoyed
when Serena got him off while squeezing his cock between them, always careful
not to get any of his cum on her because he knew she had to go back and finish
her shift. He was a gentleman about it at least, but he never tried to get into
her pants or do anything more than feel her tits. He never wanted anything more
than that, so for that reason Serena felt it was just harmless fun.
     
    Shane kept looking at Serena as he passed her register, and she
knew what he wanted.  She shook my head to tell him no.  He pointed at his
watch and mouthed the words “ Come on ” impatiently, but she had already
planned to meet… oh …Serena suddenly realized that she didn’t even know
this man’s name who she had agreed to meet after her shift.  Shane was going to
have to fly solo