What if I could get her to touch my cum?
The thought of this turned me on so much I wanted to go again but I knew I was running out of time. If I was going to get the beautiful virgin to touch my cum I would have to think and act fast. This could possibly be the first time she ever saw or touched cum. Cum that just shot out of my rock hard cock that was still pointing at the break room ceiling and throbbing. I was excited but also nervous. I knew that if I was caught in this scheme things could go bad for me very quickly. If anyone knew what I was up to I could get fired, shamed, embarrassed for life, and maybe even convicted of some crime of perversion. But I couldn't stop myself. I had to do it.
One of the duties of the morning cashier was to clean and prep the sink area in the back next to the break room. This was a large, stainless steel sink with a long faucet and typical hot/cold water handles. It also had a large hose attachment that swung overhead that was used to wash dishes. This attachment had a long, rubber handle that would release a jet of water when squeezed. Everyone used this attachment all the time since it was more flexible and fun to use. I had seen her squeeze this handle hundreds of times before and knew it would be one of the first things she did this morning. I took a long, thick, sticky strand of my still hot cum and stuck it to this handle. It quickly conformed to the exact shape of the handle which was about 5 or 6 inches long with a convenient curve in it for gripping. It was stuck to the opposite side so you couldn't see it until you felt it and examined it. Then I waited for her to arrive.
A few minutes later she walked through the door. She smiled and greeted me with a friendly "good morning". Her ponytail was bouncing and her ass was jiggling as she walked to grab her apron. Shit. What had I done? It was too late to stop what was already in motion. I wanted to watch her every move but I was too nervous. I grabbed my apron and returned to the break room and waited for what I expected to be a scream. A scream that would announce to the world what a sick and depraved person I was. I was trembling in anticipation.
As routine dictated, I heard her walk to the sink and turn on the water. Then I heard a brief blast of water hitting the stainless steel. Then another blast. Then a pause. I was sweating. Then I caught a glimpse of her reaching for a roll of paper towels. She hadn't screamed. I got up to investigate. I casually walked out of the break room while tying my apron and glancing in her direction. She was balling up the paper towel with both hands and tossed it into the trash. Then she scrubbed the handle. I tossed her a quizzical glance as if to say "what's up?" She returned it with a nervous, somewhat squeamish smile. She seemed too proper, or too embarrassed, to say anything. I missed it. She had obviously discovered and taken care of my mess within what must have been less than 10 seconds. I wasn't busted. She had no idea. At least no idea it was mine. I wonder if she had any idea what it was? I wonder if she remembers the incident today and finally realizes what it was? It's been more than 20 years now. If it was the first time she had seen and touched cum, she's certainly seen more of it by now. I wonder if she finally figured out my secret?
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