Three Mobile Temptation
"Upgrading my phone leads to a connection that doesn't need signal"
Phone upgrade day—the only time you interact with a mobile shop voluntarily. Chelsea was working the counter, and suddenly I didn't mind the upselling.
She was slim, young, maybe twenty-two, with that polished retail look—perfect makeup, hair in a sleek pony, nails done. The purple Three polo somehow looked good on her, which should have been impossible.
"What are you looking for?" she asked, all professional charm.
"New contract. Something with good... coverage."
She caught the pause, smiled slightly. "I think I can help with that."
The next twenty minutes were torture—her leaning over the counter to show me phones, brushing my hand accidentally, smelling like vanilla and something expensive.
"The phone's ready," she said finally. "But I need to show you a few things. In the back."
The stockroom was filled with boxes and charging stations. She locked the door, turned to face me.
"I've got ten minutes before my break ends."
"Then let's not waste them."
She was on me immediately, kissing hard, all that professional polish replaced with raw need. Her hands pulled at my shirt while mine found her waist.
"Been so bored," she admitted between kisses. "Three months since I got any. You're the first fit customer in forever."
"Happy to help your satisfaction rating."
Her polo came off, revealing a lacy bra that was definitely not work-appropriate. I unhooked it, found small, perky tits with nipples already hard.
"Like them?"
I answered with my mouth, sucking until she moaned.
"Shit—more—"
Her trousers came down, revealing matching knickers. I dropped to my knees, pulled them aside, found her wet and ready.
"Oh fuck—"
I ate her standing, her back against a shelf of iPhone cases. She came fast, shaking, voice muffled by her own hand.
"Inside me—now—"
I freed myself, lifted her against the shelves. She wrapped her legs around me as I pushed in.
"Yes—fuck—harder—"
I fucked her against the stockroom wall, boxes falling, neither of us caring. She came again, nails raking my shoulders.
"Gonna—cum—inside me—"
I did, buried deep, feeling her pulse around me.
We fixed ourselves quickly, both grinning.
"Unlimited minutes includes this, right?" I asked.
She laughed, smacked my chest. "Cheeky." She handed me my new phone. "My number's already in there. For technical support."
I walked out with a new contract and a new contact.
Best upgrade I ever made.