Third Shift Tryst

by LadynStFreknBed©

Working third shift suited me well. I was usually awake late at night, so I might as well get paid for it. My new job was easy enough. The clients residing in this small drug rehabilitation center were usually asleep by the time I started my shift. My only duties were routine bed checks to make sure each client was accounted for and to give a wake-up announcement in the morning.

There is an obvious downside to working third shift. My social life came to a screeching halt. Working nights left little time for dating. I would try to get as much sleep as I could during the day. On my nights off, I was too tired to even think about going out. My body was still adjusting to working third shift. I had hoped it would get better, until my supervisor, Dave, told me that no one ever really adjusts to working third shift.

I have been working at Willow Lake Center for three weeks, and I was already feeling needy. I was hungry for sexual contact. I had a very active social life before taking this job. I was recently divorced and enjoying it. I went from having no sex, due to marriage, to having perhaps too much sex, back to having no sex. I asked a female coworker, Jen, how she managed to deal with lacking a social life.

"Well, I've worked here for two years, so I'm used to it. I go out on my nights off. But, you will see that many coworkers take advantage of being together at work during the night," Jen replied.

"You mean a lot of people here fool around on the job?" I asked.

"Sure. The supervisor doesn't care as long as he doesn't see it and the bed checks are done on time. I gotta go downstairs to Unit 2. John will be here soon to take my place," she said.

"Oh, cool," I said. John had referred me to this job. He was my ex-boyfriend's brother. I was thankful that the lights were dim, because I think I blushed when I remembered the first time I heard about John. I was giving my ex-boyfriend, Michael, head while we were dating. He picked up his cell phone and called his brother while I had his cock in my mouth. He started bragging about how good of a job I was doing sucking his cock. I was mortified. I was mad at him for the longest time.

I sat at the unit desk and tried to continue reading my book. I kept wondering who was fooling around with whom. I snapped back to reality when I heard the unit door open.

"Hello, ladies," John said as he approached the desk. I found his accent sexy. He was from Sierra Leone. His dark skin was a deep contrast to the broad smile he always wore. He was dressed in a football jersey and jeans.

"John, remember that Christy is still in training. You are responsible for making sure all the checks get done on time. I gotta go," said Jen.

John put his arm around me. "How do you like your new job, Mama? You loving it?"

I backed away from him a little. "It's easy. The pay is decent. My only real complaint is that I no longer have a social life."

"We could take care of that right here if you want. Just two friends making each other feel good."

"John! I used to be with your brother!"

"Yeah, you used to be. You're not now. Right? So, what's the harm?"

"Let me think about it, okay?" I said quietly.

"Hey, no pressure.. and no matter what, we are always friends. Always," he said.

"And if I decide not to, you wouldn't be mad?"

"No, never that! I could never be mad at you."

I had told John that I would think about it, and that's what I did..all the time! Imagining my creamy white skin against his dark, almost black complexion was enough to make me wet. I remembered what it was like with his brother. My white skin against his dark muscular body seemed to take my orgasms to new heights. But it's his brother! Isn't there some unwritten law against that?

Needless to say, I was a bit distracted for the rest of my shift. Anytime John was anywhere near me, I would feel almost electrified energy pass through my body. In the midst of the nervousness and excitement that had commandeered my mind, I managed to finish my shift. John and I had talked a great deal during that time, but only on a friendly level.

I didn't sleep well that day. I kept questioning my integrity for even considering having sex with John. Could I have sex with John and still feel okay with myself? It seemed to me that most people could make this decision rather easily. Why was it such a struggle for me? I knew the answer. I hate hurting people more than anything in the world. If Michael found out that I had slept with his brother, he wouldn't take it lightly. He had confided in me that John had slept with his girlfriends in the past. He had warned me to stay away from John.

But, how I wanted him! I love black men. And, because it's the contrast in skin tone that turns me on, I am especially attracted to African men. Let's face it. In my small town, I don't meet African men every day. I may not get another chance like this in ages, or at least what would feel like ages.

I wondered if John's cock was as big as his brother's. Michael was almost too big for me. He used to make me bleed. I hoped that if I decided to do it, John wasn't quite that big.

At work that night, I continued my conversation with Jen. I was intrigued. I never worked in a place where it was common knowledge that people had sex on the job. Jen was happy to fill me in.

"They do it in their cars on their breaks. Some are bold enough to use an empty bed on the unit, but I never would," she said.

"Right on the unit? What if one of the clients would catch them? Dave might not mind, but they would get fired if the client told Mr. Clemens."

"You're right. And, Dave might also get fired if that happened. I could never do that to him."

"Well, no sex is happening in my little car," I said.

"Good thing John has an SUV," Jen said as she winked at me.

"What? How? What?" I stammered. I felt my cheeks get very warm.

"I saw how you look at him. I know you want him. Don't even try to deny it!"

"Well, I admit that I think he's hot. But, that's all I'm going to say," I said. "Did you ever have sex with anyone here?"

"I plead the 5th," she laughed. "Oh, your friend will be taking my place again tonight, so if you want to take a break together, you better do it now. Why don't you call his unit and ask him?"

I called up to his unit. When I asked if he would like to go on break together, he eagerly agreed.

He entered my unit and we walked out the front door together.

"I'll drive," he said. "I always go down the hill to Wawa to get coffee. Okay?"

"Sure."

I was nervous as I got into his SUV. I tried to convince myself that we were just going to get coffee and talk.

After getting coffee, we parked back at work. He parked further away from the building than he had been. He stroked my arm with his fingertips.

"Did you think about what I asked you yesterday?" he asked.

"Of course, but I have to admit that I still worry about your brother finding out. I don't want to hurt his feelings."

"Me neither. I'm not going to tell him."

I looked into John's eyes. It was hard for me to believe that he had no intention of hurting his brother. John smiled and moved in to kiss me. His lips met mine, and we kissed for a few minutes. He was a good kisser. And even though I felt my body giving in to his proposition, I still felt torn.

"Look, we don't have to do anything tonight. I would like to, but if you're not ready," he interrupted himself by kissing me. I suppose his kiss was supposed to make me ready for more.

I put my hand on the back of his neck as he kissed me. Just thinking about having him made me moan. He must have interpreted my moan as a green light. He kissed me deeper and slid his hand from my shoulder down to my breasts. After rubbing my breasts until my nipples were hard, he pulled away.

"Let's get in the backseat," he suggested.

I held his hand for a minute. Looking down at his dark fingers entwined with my palest ivory fingers, I nodded. We got in the backseat. John wasted no time getting undressed. His thin, but muscular chest was smooth and sleek. I admired him as I took off my clothes.

"This will have to be a quickie. We don't have much time left on break," he said. "I know our schedules are almost the same. Maybe we could get together sometime when we both have off."

"I'd like that," I said with a smile.

I laid down on the backseat. There was more room than I thought there would be. He put my ankles on his shoulders and thrust into me. I held onto his shoulders so I could have a constant view of the contrast. I looked down and saw my breasts rub against his chest with the rhythm of his thrusts. I moaned with every thrust. I could already feel myself intensely clamping down on his manhood. I grabbed onto the smoothness of his back. He thrust harder, and harder. I caressed his biceps. I looked at my hands against his dark, muscular arms and cried out as I came. He let out a deep moan and stopped. I felt his throbbing cock deep inside me.

We smiled at each other and kissed. Then, we hurriedly got dressed. I was still trembling when I stepped out of his SUV. I tried to finger-comb my after-sex-hair. I shrugged. It seems like just about everyone is doing the same thing, so I guess I shouldn't worry too much about it.

John pulled me close and kissed me one last time before entering the building.

"We both have off tomorrow. You want to get together?" he asked with a smile.

"Sure. Your place or mine?"

"It better be your place. My girlfriend will be home," he said.

"Girlfriend? I didn't know you had a girlfriend!"

"I do. We've been together for years, but she's black. I love her, but I'm attracted to white women. Just something about being with a white woman, ya know? You understand, don't you?"

"Yes, I'm afraid I do."