Brit Cums Out of Her Shell Ch. 01

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A few years passed. How is Brit fitting in to her new life?
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Part 2 of the 13 part series

Updated 06/10/2023
Created 08/21/2021
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Brittany Hadel leaned over Rick's service counter, chatting with the only other customer service employee at Tray's Hardware. Despite being a fairly large hardware supply store, the service department was quiet again, and both of its service employees got plenty of time to relax. Since she'd left the dealership and moved away, she had a handful of other jobs, but for the last year, she'd been settling in nicely in her new job.

Rick, a tall, sharp-eyed man with black hair and a five o-clock shadow, couldn't help but glance down her shirt every time she looked at her phone, or looked across the service area to her boss's office -- it was like she was showing them off considering how much of their weight she was resting against his service counter.

"Not much warranty work today, huh?" Rick asked. It was easy to see he was trying hard to be nonchalant.

Brittany looked up from her phone. "Nope. It's been pretty slow lately," she shrugged, and her shirt collar dipped low as she relaxed back into the counter. Her bright blond hair framed her face and fell over her chest, but it wasn't hiding the generous pressure her tits put against her bra. She looked back at her phone and Rick glanced down her shirt again. Brittany smirked.

"Oh. Yeah, I think it's supposed to pick up next month, though. Something something summer projects, something something school being out for summer," Rick said with a grin. There was silence as Rick continued to take poorly-hidden looks down the girl's low-cut blouse. Her bra was pink. He wondered what shade of pink her nipples were.

Finally, she looked up from her phone and said, "Wow. Finally time to go! Have a good night, Rick." Brittany made eye contact, and Rick took one last look down her shirt. She smiled coyly and left for the front the building, more than one pair of eyes following her. Rick scoffed. "Damn, I don't know if I like the view better coming or going."

"You're telling me," said a voice behind Rick. He scrambled and almost fell out of his chair. John, his boss, stood up from where he was hovering over Rick and walked away laughing. "That girl's going to get us all in a lot of trouble."

Rick took one more look down the aisle leading to the front of the store and started putting away his workstation. John started toward his office. "I'm leaving, too, Rick. Do you mind closing the service department?"

It wasn't really a question, but Rick acquiesced anyway. "Sure, boss."

Brittany made her way out to the parking lot and slowed down as she approached her car. The smell of the asphalt from yesterday's rain made her nauseous, and the idea of how she would spend her evening left little knots in her stomach.

She reached clammy hands for the door handle. Numb fingertips pulled open her car door, and the wave of heat that followed the made her dizzy. She dropped into the car feeling like a ten-ton weight. With shaky hands, she grabbed her phone from her purse and sent a text to her boyfriend, Hal.

She eventually got up the courage to dump Drake a few weeks before she left town. She and Hal had hooked up almost the same day she moved. She sent the message, 'Going to swing by the grocery store on the way home. Want anything?'

A reply came seconds later: 'Just you, babe ;)' Brittany took a deep, calming breath. Hal sent a follow up text right after. 'I know I said 6, but I might run a little late. Boss promised a rush on this old Coupe de Ville.' She paused, took a deep breath, and responded: 'That sucks. Don't be long!'

She put her phone down and rolled down the window. At 5pm, it was the perfect temperature for the short drive to Berry's Supermarket. May is always a good month of the year, assured herself. She took another deep breath and pulled off her blouse and threw it in the back seat. Underneath, she was left wearing a black tank top to feel the wind on her skin.

The wind batted her platinum blond hair, and she was lost in nervous excitement. The low buzz in her chest, the small tremor in her hands as she reached over to turn up the volume on the radio. Every inch of her trembled. I know I said I wasn't going to do stuff like this anymore. But it's worth making exceptions for something like a raise, or maybe as a special favor, she rationalized. She pulled up at the supermarket moments later.

By 5:24, she was back in her car, and leaving the parking lot. She practiced taking deep breaths to calm her nerves. She left the parking lot going the opposite direction to home. It wasn't far anyway, and she took another deep breath as she pulled into the local Motel 6. She made sure that John Mariway's black SUV was parked there, too, and found it parked towards the back of the lot.

Brittany parked a few spaces away from her boss and got out of her car. She pressed down her tank top, straightened out a seam on her jeans, and walked towards the corner of the motel. She passed John's car on the walk over and grabbed a door key sitting on his passenger-side tire as she went. A sticky note was stuck to it. It read '208' in permanent marker.

Hands shaking, Brittany headed for the staircase on the corner of the building, rather than walking through the lobby.

***

John's heart pounded in his chest as he swiped the door card for room 208 and pulled open the hotel door. As the youngest manager at the hardware store, he felt like he had more power than needed, but with only two employees, the pressure was more to do with customer surveys than employee management.

And now he was "meeting" one of his employees at the motel. He could hardly believe she had shyly agreed to the meeting when he'd nervously requested a "more intimate work review for a much deserved pay raise." It wasn't something he'd ever consider doing without the way she interacted with him on a daily basis since starting work at the hardware chain.

He remembered the long pause as she connected the dots in his office, then slowly nodded as a deep blush colored her cheeks. It made him wonder if she wasn't unfamiliar propositions for special favors.

In front of him was a standard motel bedroom, and to the left, the bathroom. He pocketed his door key and walked into the bedroom. Ivory pillows and blankets covered the beds, and the floor was carpeted in a worn navy blue. The shades were open to the parking lot behind the building, and a small TV sat on a desk in the corner.

It was quiet. Quiet enough for him to imagine his heartbeat rattling the mirror hanging over the bed. He closed his eyes and exhaled, running both hands through his dirty blonde hair. "This is a terrible idea." He walked back to the bathroom and leaned over the sink. He splashed cold water on his face. He was too young for lines, but a few marked the corners of his eyes anyway, and his hair might have hidden a secret gray hair or two if he looked long enough.

His hands shook from the nerves, and he leaned into the counter. The only sound came from the stream of water splashing into the white porcelain sink. A minute later, the door snapped open as a key card unlocked it from the outside. John hurried to dry his hands and face and leaned against the sink counter, adopting his best "relaxed and cool" look.

Brittany slid through the barely-open door and noticed him red-faced from the cold water. Her eyes tracked up his slacks, over his Tray's Hardware polo, and then to his eyes. "Oh hi." She gave a confident little smile, even though her voice shook. John's face burned a little more. He couldn't help but notice the blush sinking down to Brittany's chest, too.

"Hey Brittany." John was glued to the counter he leaned on. Brittany walked toward the bedroom, and John jarred forward. As he followed her, he couldn't help but stare at her ass as it rocked side to side. Although still cold from the sink, he felt his palms go clammy and his heart pound a little harder.

Brittany glanced into the mirror over the bed and saw John staring at her ass through its reflection. His hands were clenched, but he looked mesmerized. She smiled mischievously, heart pounding, and sat on the bed. "You look as hot as ever," John tried.

"Oh thanks." She said lightly. She was looking up to his face as he came closer. When John stood directly in front of her, Brittany stared into his face as she put both hands on his belt and pulled it open. She didn't have much time to play up what she was about to do.

His hands shook at his sides. He stared down at his waist, standing stock-still while Brittany's hands dragged his zipper open. The soft buzz it made was the only sound in the room.

Brittany undid the button on his slacks, revealing John's neon-blue boxer briefs. "So, your um, work has been exceptional." Brittany nodded and mmhm'd as her hands shook. She reached for the hem of his pants. John laughed quietly. "Sorry. I'm nervous."

"Oh, no! It's okay," Brittany said. She rested her small, manicured right hand over the bulge in his boxer briefs.

"You seem like you know what you're doing," John said nervously. "I guess you have some experience?" His voice was a little higher pitched that he intended.

Brittany shrugged mischievously. "Maybe." She tugged on his slacks and they fell around his ankles. John's neon-blue boxer briefs started to rise towards her up-turned face.

John watched as her blue eyes glanced at the bulge in the thin fabric covering his manhood. "Mm. That's better," she said. She tucked her fingertips under the elastic band of his boxer-briefs and slid them down until they rested over his groin. By this point, the bulge had become a throbbing mass, barely covered by his underwear. She giggled at the nervous energy pouring off John and yanked his boxer-briefs down.

John was standing close enough that his member rebounded into Brittany's chin. She leaned back in surprise. Then she laughed. John was shocked. "Oh God. I'm so sorry. Are you o-"

"Calm down, John. It was just... a little than I expected," she watched as he went from bashful to proud to bashful again.

"Um. Oh. Thanks! You like it?"

Brittany only answered with a grin and a small shake of the head. She stood up from the bed and turned so John could sit down. He couldn't hide his renewed blush as he leaned against the thigh-high mattress. She crouched in front of him, intentionally letting her tits rub against his member as she went. John put his hands on the bed behind him to brace himself while Brittany put one hand against the bed, and the other at the base of his cock. She gently pulled.

She felt his thickness and watched his face as pleasure replaced anxiety. She could feel her anxiety releasing, too. For some reason, the lead up was always worse than actually doing it. As she tightened her grip around his cock, she almost felt as confident as she was acting. "So you think I've earned a raise?" she asked casually.

John nodded. "Definitely." She leaned forward and put her lips against his tip. He tasted hot, and the salt on his skin made her salivate.

Brittany's phone dinged, and she grabbed it out of her jeans pocket. A quick glance, and she put it on the floor next to her. Then she made eye contact with John and leaned forward, letting her lips drag on his cock until her lips landed on his groin.

John moaned, and his eyes fluttered, then closed. She almost gagged, but managed to hold it back. Then she pulled back, and came down until most of his cock was in her mouth and pushing against her throat. She sucked him off just the way her ex had taught her.

It wasn't long before John's breathing picked up pace. She had picked up pace, too, and her hair waved back and forth with the blowjob. She pushed her lips all the way to his base and held him in her throat. He moaned again and she fought back her gag reflex.

She slowly drew away from him, blue eyes staring straight into his. Her lips pursed tight on his member as she pulled away, and John moaned. "How many times have you heard you've got perfect dick-sucking lips?" John moaned.

Brittany half-chuckled and rolled her eyes without taking her mouth off his cock. He tilted his head back and shut his eyes. Brittany's free hand reached for her phone, on the floor next to her. A small pop followed as Brittany's lips left the last inch of him; John didn't even notice as she rested his member diagonally across her parted lips, positioned her phone above her, hooded her eyes for a selfie, and snapped a picture.

Before he realized what happened, Brittany set her phone back down and pushed her lips down his cock until she kissed his waist and his member pushed down her throat. She held her breath and massaged the underside of his erection with her tongue. John started twitching, and Brittany sucked harder, drawing every last bit of him deeper into her mouth.

"Oh God, Brit, don't stop!" Brittany almost pulled away, but John put both hands behind her head and clamped her down hard on his cock. She gagged, sucked harder, and he exploded into her throat. She swallowed the first shot, but the rest came spilling out of her mouth and onto her tank top.

When he was spent, he relaxed, and Brittany shot back, gasping for air. John finally looked back down to watch as she caught her breath. Her eyes caught his and he blushed. "Goddamn. Best blowjob ever."

***

Back at home, Brit lounged on the leather couch in her living room. She was still wearing her black tank top and had changed into black yoga pants. The new white stain on her tank top gave her a little thrill as she pretended not to notice.

Hal, her boyfriend, sat next to her, browsing social media on his phone. Brit updated her status on Facebook. She'd posted a photo, captioned 'new years resolution!' -- it was a darkened image with a girl on a beach, with white writing over the top: "May the tummy get flatter and the booty get fatter." She was sitting next to Hal when he read her post. When he looked over, Brittany stared back wide-eyed and he laughed. She asked, "Why are you laughing, babe?"

"I mean, I sure as hell want that." He moved his fingers in little circles up and down her thigh, pushing little lines into the yoga pants hugging her legs.

She shook her platinum blond hair, with a little grin playing in her eyes. "I bet you'd like that!" She looked back at her phone and continued, "I don't know though, it might be the other way around this year!"

"Do you think your tits will get bigger, too? I mean, 36H is already pretty fucking impressive."

She pushed her boyfriend with a laugh. "I already had to buy more bras before Thanksgiving. I don't need them getting any bigger."

Hal put his phone down on the coffee table and leaned back on the couch. "Well I don't mind the booty getting fatter either. I mean, damn, Brit." He bit his lip and looked down at her hips. She lifted off the couch a bit, as if to show him more. She smiled and sat back down. "Really, though, Brit. Do you want to?"

"What do you mean?" She asked.

"Do you want to trim down, get a nicer butt, a slimmer tummy?"

"Well, yeah! I mean, I just don't know when we'd do it. With our work, and constantly being out, it's hard to make time to work out."

Hal looked at his living room and imagined how much space would be left over after pushing everything to the side and said, "I could move a few things around and set up your mat in here -- just do home workouts. There are a lot of home workout videos that focus on the stomach and glutes."

She looked thoughtful for a moment and nodded. "Yeah, I think I want to try it." She held that thoughtful expression and Hal wondered if she were imagining her ass getting toner, and her waistline shrinking.

"I bet I could lose weight pretty easily, don't you?" She leaned over to kiss him, and her tits slowly pressed into his arm. He felt his pants tighten as their lips met, and her hand found his crotch a second later. He put his arm around her shoulders, and let it slide down her back, where her ass was still lifted slightly to kiss him. He grabbed her and pulled her on top of him.

"I think so."

***

The next day, Brittany got home from work, threw on her yoga pants and sports bra, and went to her living room. It was quiet in the house, as Hal wasn't home yet. In the afternoon light, she turned the TV on and started a YouTube workout video.

Her soft rubber-like workout matt smelled new, and it rolled up on the end from being unused since she bought it. She pushed her hands down its length to flatten it out and started following along with the video. By the time she was done, she had a sheen of sweat on her back and forehead, and she was headed to the bathroom. On her phone, she recorded, 'Tuesday, 35-minute butt and tummy.' She felt a little more confident than the day before as she undressed and walked into the shower.

As she was getting out, Hal came through the front door and started settling in. When Brittany came out of the bathroom, he cracked open a beer and relaxed on the couch. "Hey babe! Way to go on the workout. How was it?"

Brittany, still wrapped in a towel, nodded. "It was good! I'm so out of shape," she laughed. "I feel like I really accomplished something though, you know?"

Hal nodded, truly proud of his girlfriend. "You go, girl."

Brittany adopted his pride, feeling more confident in herself already. "I really think it will help with my anxiety, too, you know?" She left the comment open while Hal thought.

He said, "You know, I think it kind of gives you control? Like, more control over your body might make you feel more control over your anxiety."

Brittany nodded thoughtfully. "I think having more control in general would make me feel better. I never feel good when I don't know what's about to happen, or if something is like, unknown?"

Hal nodded. "Yeah, and honestly, I think the more control you can take, maybe the better you'll feel. That's something you should keep in mind at work, too." Hal smiled at her, a joke on his lips. "Take control of all it, babe! Take the whole world's big dick by the balls!"

Brittany blushed and Hal laughed. "You're such a dork," she said. When the blush wore off, she said, "I'll take your big dick," and stared at his crotch.

"Mm," Hal said. "Do it." After a pause, he said, "Really, though. If it helps your anxiety, do whatever you gotta do to feel better. We're doing good, you know? So work on you and whatever makes you feel more confident, and better like, mentally."

Brittany nodded. "Thanks, babe. I will!" she promised.

She got up and went to the kitchen. "Nice ass, by the way!" Hal called. It felt good to have his support. She knew one workout wasn't nearly enough to make a difference, but it still felt good for him to compliment her ass. When she came back with a glass of water, Hal looked at her, confused.

"No beer?"

"I figured I should get serious about this. So I'm going to try cutting out soda and beer, too." She sipped her water and set it on the coffee table.

"Damn, you're going all the way! I'm proud of you!" Hal sipped his beer and set it next to Brittany's water. Together they relaxed on the couch for the evening, Brittany rolling her boyfriend's words over in her head: Take the whole world's big dick by the balls, she thought. It was like him sometimes to say something like that to get a rise out of her. But she decided she liked the way it sounded.

Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Brittany is just getting warmed up, and there are some incredibly steamy experiences coming her way. I intend for things to ramp up considerably from here until the end of her year, and we're starting in May. Look out for the next Chapter "Cumming" soon.

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