"What's yours?" Candy asked, wondering where she'd gotten the courage to even speak. Her heart was pounding her throat.

"Lance Tuckerman," the man answered with a grin. Then he added, "You just working here for the summer? I haven't seen you around before."

"Mmmmm," Candy nodded. "Tonight was my second night." Then remembering she had to lock up, she pulled away from Lance and scurried down the aisle. "This will just take a second," she said over her shoulder, "then I'll find those magazines you wanted."

Lance watched her as she walked away, his eyes burning into her rounded, firm ass, and her shapely, lean legs. Her hair was so blonde it was almost white, deliciously setting off her dark tan, and her gorgeous dark-green eyes. Jesus Fucking Christ, he thought, I could park between those legs for a week! He felt his cock stir, the tip of it throbbing up behind the waistband of his shorts. A spasm of pain jolted inside his balls. Wonder if that little bitch puts out, he thought? By God, I'm sure gonna find out!

"Want to come with me to the stock room?" Candy called out. "That's where we keep back issues."

Lance followed her, inhaling the heady aroma of her perfumed body, wiping his sweaty palms on his jeans. If this little cunt doesn't watch it, I'm going to [missing text].

"Oh, excuse me," he said when she stopped suddenly, causing a minor collision. He placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, pulling her closer. Then opening his mouth, he bit down on her lips like a striking snake.

A delicate ripple of pleasure seared into the back of Candy's pussy when she felt his tongue squeeze between her teeth and slipped over the roof of her mouth. Never before had she felt this way! Her entire body was now throbbing with hot desire. She eagerly returned his passionate kisses and pressed her hips forward, jamming her pussy against the thick mound of his cock.