The Sweetest Summer Job 3 - Conclusion

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The Sweetest Summer Job 3 (Conclusion)

Throughout the summer, Shelly and Brenden had little contact, interacting purely as coworkers in their days working at the appliance shop. Though in agreement with her that putting an end to their secret white-hot indulgence into the depths of their mutual fetish was best, he still wanted to taste her golden fluid and make contact with every inch of her. Shelly created some distance between them by working a reduced schedule during July and August, telling her husband that she was only needed on a part time basis due to his nephew providing extra hands. Brenden ended up transferring into making deliveries and installations with Dave on most days, while Shelly had taken his place with in-store duties. Though they only saw each other a few times per week and spoke only briefly about job tasks, he could see every time they made eye contact, that her hunger for what they shared was still alive. The way she sometimes took just a half second longer to answer him, the way she seemed to look into his soul, the way she sometimes kept her head turned away, all served as reassurance that she was not over him, but trying to force him from her desires.

Shelly went to bed every night thinking about him, at the same time, hating herself for having such a strong connection to what was still a boy in many respects, half her age and barely legal, who was also related to her husband. Never in her days had such powerful feelings of desire and disgust been felt. Ever since her first encounter with Brenden however, marital intimacy felt anemic, lacking much fulfillment for her. Brenden also spent every night thinking about her. Shelly represented something pivotal in his life as he did for her. She was the first woman to make the real flesh and bone magic of sexual contact a reality. Even though they hadn't made it to actual intercourse, she still was the one that gave him the gift of true sexual intimacy, driven by a unique connection that many never experience. Wanting her and feeling a sense of loss by their need to stay away from each other, he'd become slightly more quiet than he used to be.

With the end of summer nearing, Brenden had only a few days left working at his uncles store before heading off to university. His parents planned a family picnic on his last day to celebrate, and invited his uncle and Shelly to attend. She felt a bit nervous in bed that night, knowing that she would have to be in his presence for an extended period of time, which was sure to be awkward, if not uneasy. Long nights of reflection and feeling alone had taken a toll on her as well. At that point, all she wanted was to be over him, able to have their hot moments fade into distant memory and only be something occasionally thought of, rather than the constant, exhausting mental turmoil they had been on a daily basis. She was somewhat relieved that he was leaving, finally allowing her the chance to truly put it all in the past, despite it meaning having to lose the only person she ever fully revealed herself to. However, the rush of emotions over him soon leaving got the better of Shelly, keeping her awake long past her usual time.

Late in the night, with her husband sound asleep next to her, Shelly rolled out of bed, needing to pee. As she sat down on the toilet and released a hissy stream hard against the water, the memory of what happened between her and Brenden right there on the floor came back, as it did every time she stepped in the bathroom. Vivid recollection coupled with the strong flow stimulating her labia, she could almost feel the phantom of that frightfully intense orgasm that he gave her. She reached between her legs and rubbed her excited folds slowly. Her body soon began to tingle, quickly working up to a mini-climax as she had done so many times in the past. What would've been a brief late-night thrill however, was suddenly interrupted by the sound of a police siren. Shelly stood up and peeked out the window, seeing that an officer had pulled someone over and was approaching the vehicle. With her orgasm ruined, and not having the energy to start over, she instead looked up at the stars that painted the night sky, feeling an unexpected but much needed sense of peace at their beauty, which she didn't normally take time to appreciate. She then returned to bed and was soon asleep.

On the final Wednesday morning of August, Brenden awakened for work at his Uncle Gipp's store for the last time. The satisfaction of knowing it was his last day was the first good feeling since having his tongue inside Shelly two months prior. The money earned and experience acquired was appreciated, but he never liked the job itself. Long days of counting inventory and receipts, working the cash register, stocking shelves, moving heavy appliances, and helping with installations had him more than ready to sit in classrooms and study for exams again. After pulling up to the store bright and early, his pleasant mood was soon shaken up, after walking inside and hearing yelling coming from the rear storage room. As he approached the door to investigate, it quickly swung open, and Dave came walking out as Uncle Gipp yelled, “Get the FUCK outta here, you better not EVER set foot in my fuckin store again, you sorry son of a BITCH!!!” An instant later, Dave was out the main door, gone for good.

Brenden then learned that Dave was stealing surplus inventory from the store and hiding it from the books. Soon after, Shelly arrived and was filled in on the situation. She was hardly surprised, uttering, “Hm, I knew he was a piece of shit, Gipp. I told you not to hire him. So then...I guess it's me and Brenden today for these deliveries, one last time.” He felt strangely unaffected by having to go with her, which was a surprise even to himself. After having gone through such strong emotions over her, from the deepest lows to sparkling highs, he had grown indifferent out of necessity. He had grieved and went through enough depressing feelings that he was now more hardened. Buried deep, the love and hunger for Shelly was still alive, but he learned to keep it out of mind to move on.

Their final day working together was quite similar to their first day. Back in the old Ford, he sat next to her, as they drove around delivering appliances. She eventually broke the obvious silence they were maintaining, asking him about his anticipation regarding college. He engaged in the conversation, also figuring that avoiding small talk was unnecessary. En route to a customer for a hot water tank installation, an advertisement about urinary incontinence came through the radio. The irony and discomfort were glaringly obvious as the ad continued, “I suffered for years, everything from laughing to sneezing to coughing was worrisome for me because of my incontinence. Then my doctor told me about Urigone and it changed my life.” Brenden eventually turned the dial to a different station while the narrator was listing the endless side effects. It was a conflicted move, relieving them from having to be reminded of pee, but at the expense of that very relief being felt only because they were not over each other.

The installation of the water tank was routine, with little spoken between them. On the way back to the truck, Brenden couldn't help but have a good look at Shelly's body in her usual tight denim shorts while walking closely behind, her shapes and curves so addictive that it was depressing, painful like the broken heart she left him with. Beautiful were the brief moments when each footstep forward caused her calf muscles to flex under her tanned skin, demanding to be admired by anyone within sight. Back on the road, as the fresh visuals of legs and ass occupied his mind, Shelly's phone rang. Sitting quietly, Brenden listened as she conversed with her husband about what they would bring to the picnic that evening. “Yeah, I'll bring some beer too. What sauce? Oh, okay, we just finished that water tank job so we can stop at the store right now and pick everything up on the way back. Yep, see you in a bit.”

Arriving back at his uncle's store after the stop, they were quickly out again for more deliveries. Each hour that passed, Brenden started to feel a sense of impending loss again. Pushing Shelly to the back of his mind was no longer an easy task. His university was several hours away, and once gone, being in her presence on a daily basis would be no more. The reality of having to truly move on from her was now weighing down heavy. He knew that his feelings toward her were wrong and too strong for his own good, but the experience she gave him was too big a milestone in his life to not feel as he did. He thought of how he would ever find a woman like her to have as his own, a woman hungry and starved to release a deeply guarded part of herself with the right person, patiently waiting for that special individual to come into her life. Brenden then felt sadness for Shelly. She was such a woman, who waited so long for someone to share her real self with, that she'd lost hope and settled for good enough. It dawned on him that part of why he felt so connected to her was because he understood and felt her isolation.

At the day's end, following his final inventory count, he clocked out for the last time and headed home to get ready for the small family gathering. He finished packing his bags, everything mostly ready to load into the car for a three hour road trip to his campus the next day. Soon after, his mother's friend Andrea arrived, followed by his Uncle Gipp and Shelly, who had changed into a rather short white skirt and sandals. Like always, Brenden helped his dad get the grill started, dumping the charcoal inside and getting it lit for hot dogs and burgers, while his mother set the table in the yard and prepared a nice salad and drinks in the kitchen. Everyone arrived and took a seat at the table, enjoying each others company. Gipp told the story of what happened with Dave that morning, still in shock over the betrayal. In his distress, he helped himself to quite a few beers, knowing that Shelly could drive for him. Not before long, darkened hot dogs and burgers were served, to everyone's delight.

As the evening went on, Brenden mostly avoided eye contact with Shelly, with her doing the same. The group banter helped ease his feelings about not seeing her anymore after that night. She dealt with similar emotions in her own way by having two beers, joking that “The car knows where to go” when Andrea asked if she was still going to drive afterward. Everyone chuckled at her witty reply. Seeing her down two cans of beer had Brenden's mind fired up about how hard she would soon need to pee. He could still hear and see her bursting stream, despite two months having passed since their last encounter. His hands twitched a few times as he sat there, feeling a desperate need to watch her pee again. At that moment, he briefly gazed into her eyes and saw something that he hadn't seen from her in a long time. He saw hunger, the exact hunger that she looked at him with in her bedroom after admitting he wanted to eat her piss-soaked pussy. Brenden instinctively pulled his eyes away to avoid suspicion from his family, but after looking at her again a few seconds later, still she looked right into him. A hot flash of excitement surged through his body. Not one word needed to leave her lips for him to understand that she was talking to him, in a way that only he understood. They had to join and embrace each other one last time.

With Gipp being the life of the party, telling old stories that had everyone's attention, Shelly uttered “I'm gonna run to the bathroom.” Brenden managed to stay seated for another minute, still cautious to avoid looking like he was following her. He then stood up and said “I'm going double check that my laundry is done for tomorrow” and easily slipped away, with all at the table barely even paying attention through their laughter. His walk upstairs felt surreal, hoping that he'd read Shelly correctly and she would be waiting. On the second floor, he hustled toward the bathroom, seeing that is was empty, then heard from across the hall in his room, “That was pretty fast, I thought you'd need a few more minutes to sneak away.” He looked at her standing there and then slowly came closer, shutting his door. While holding her waist, he asked, “Still need to pee?”

She stared through his eyes into his soul and then he heard splashes on the hard wood floor. Looking down, Brenden watched as Shelly was pissing on herself, an aggressive stream falling heavily and running down her left thigh. He reached under her skirt and grabbed the fabric of her panties, feeling the warm puddle filling the material as it soaked through and spilled into his hand, before pulling them down a moment later. Once off, the intoxicating smell of her pussy quickly met his nose and he saw that she'd allowed her pubic hair to grow into a lush bush over the summer, kept neatly trimmed at the sides. Her stream gushed forth as she pushed full force, spraying his legs and flooding the floor. Brenden took charge and pushed her back onto his bed, climbing atop of her. The bold move was unexpected and temporarily stopped her pee, but she loved his assertive confidence, a far cry from the nervousness that froze him at the beginning of the summer. She pulled him tight into her as they kissed like long lost lovers reunited. Separating their faces to breathe, Brenden said, “Finish in my mouth.”

He then rolled onto his back and invited her to climb atop of his face in the same way she had before. Shelly was eager to comply, aroused by both the sharing of her fetish and their kinetic bond. She prided herself on how he'd evolved from shy and nervous to a composed partner, even if still a bit clumsy from little experience. In position with her pussy hovering inches about his face, she let loose again, shooting more of her piss hard into his mouth. Overflow poured down his cheeks to the pillows. She played with him by moving her hips around, flooding his face and splashing upward along the wall behind the bed. The fierce volume of her stream, far too much for Brenden to swallow, soon made him gurgle. Possessed with arousal at being in such a dominant position and seeing her piss gushing all over his head, Shelly grabbed his face, one hand holding him steady so that he couldn't move. With the other hand, she immediately began rubbing her still leaking pussy, which was now dying to be touched, so tender that the first stroke made her toes curl. With four fingers stroking up and down, her wicked torrent shot off to the side, splashing the clock on the bedside table. She then felt the familiar surge of razor-sharp pleasure starting to build under the direct clit stimulation.

The final drips of her golden flow finished and Brenden laid still, enjoying the sight of her intense focus as she continued rubbing and fingering directly above, through deep gasping breaths. He slid his hands along her thighs and ass with the softness of a feather as she rubbed faster. With the hiss and splash of her pee no more, the room was quiet, with only the sounds of her breathing. Shelly then surprised him with her unique reaction to the powerful orgasm that began releasing, her mouth and eyes opening wide, almost as if afraid of how strong it felt. Her breathing paused and she moaned in a low-pitch growl unlike anything Brenden could've imagined a woman was capable of. He felt every muscle in her body contracting and shaking. She tilted her head back, facing the ceiling and continuing her animal-like moaning. She shook in strong pulses as each wave of pleasure fired off. As the seconds passed, her body slowly came down from an orgasmic event she had never experienced before. Turning her head back down to look at Brenden, she reached behind and pulled on his shorts. He assumed that she intended to give another hand job in return, but this time Shelly had yet another surprise for him.

After he pulled his shorts down, she slid backwards and slowly began mounting him. His face conveyed shock and excitement at what was happening. This time, Shelly wasn't just returning an orgasmic favor, but giving the grand gift of taking his virginity. She reached down and guided his cock into the warm moist beauty of her pussy. Once fully taking him in, she sat still for a moment with her piercing gaze, letting him feel and enjoy the new sensation. She was fully aware that he wouldn't last long if she started riding too soon. Pure emotional joy shined through his facial expression, the feeling of her vaginal walls gripping his shaft being one he was already in love with. Shelly smiled at his reaction, truly happy to be giving him a gift that was equal to the life-changing climaxes and connection he had given her.

She leaned down, placing her upper body along his and kissing his neck while slowly starting to grind back and forth. Even though she had just gotten a great release, her body hungered for every second of contact that she could get from him. Enjoying feeling him inside too much to stay at a slow pace, she sped up, sliding her wet pussy along his shaft, coating it with her natural fluid of arousal. A moment later, after barely thirty seconds of intercourse, Brenden groaned, losing control and needing to come. Shelly stayed in place, riding fast and aggressive to overwhelm him, making him ejaculate so hard that she felt every contraction of his cock. Seeing his eyes squeeze shut under the pleasure, she stopped moving and remained sitting on his lap, leaning back down, connecting her chest to his again.

After a few minutes of holding each other in silence, Shelly forced herself to climb off of Brenden. Feeling her body weight and heat tear away felt like losing part of himself, but he understood as she did, that their time had come to an end. She reached for his box of tissues to clean the large load he shot in her now dripping out down her leg. “Shelly, we didn't use a condom. Shit.” Looking back at him, seemingly hesitant, she replied, “Don't worry, I can't get pregnant.” Not sure how to respond, he remained silent while she continued, “I had surgeries years ago to remove ovarian cysts. It caused scarring, fucked up my ovulation. So...I'm infertile now. I ain't the mother type anyway.” Brenden heard in her tone the deep hurt she felt over it and knew that she carried more pain than even he thought. He sometimes wondered why she never had children and now had the answer. Heartbroken for Shelly, he stood, pulled his shorts up and grabbed her for a tight hug.

After the loving embrace, she again forced herself to let go, backing away toward the door and holding back tears. “Shelly...” said Brenden, unready to see her leave. She replied, “I left you a letter in your drawer over there. I'm better at expressing myself in writing. Read it later, not now. You be good at school, make good grades, don't do drugs, all that adult shit I'm supposed to tell you. Ha, damn I really made a mess in here, didn't I?!” Without saying anything else, Shelly smiled and walked away, back outside. Brenden went over to his window and looked down at everyone in the yard, seeing her yell at his Uncle Gipp, “Dammit I knew you'd drink too many! Come on lets go home.” After watching her help him into their car, he took his shirt and pillow cover, soaked in Shelly's piss, to the laundry room. There he pulled out her letter.

“Every night I think of you, aching for your touch. Never will you know how sorry I am for being mean. Please understand that I was deeply ashamed of myself, for the horrible betrayal on my part, and for imposing it on you. It hurts, not only because I loved and will miss what we shared, but because I made you feel my isolation, made you sad, angry and confused. I'd take your pain and carry it alone to free you from it if I could. I hope you find someone to love you the way you deserve. Maybe I'll see you during holidays but don't think about me too often otherwise. Move on with your life. Just please don't ever forget me. I will hide it deep inside because we have to stop this, but know that I love you to my dying breath and beyond.

Brenden, you made me happy.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Edited October 5, 2018 by Brutus

[nopjans 1,178]

This was really affecting. The melancholy suffused throughout makes it perhaps less overtly sexy than some other tales you've told, but as a work of fiction, this is quite well written. 

[Brutus 2,206]

3 hours ago, nopjans said:

This was really affecting. The melancholy suffused throughout makes it perhaps less overtly sexy than some other tales you've told, but as a work of fiction, this is quite well written. 

Yes, less sexy but I felt that it should take a more depressing tone for the finale. 

Thanks!

Edited October 5, 2018 by Brutus