Maya's okay

"That's enough," says Maya, as she eyes my slight hard-on with some interest.

Janet just nods her head in agreement as she hands me her barcode scanner. "Do you know how to use this, John?"

"Yes," I nod, gripping the device firmly. "I even wrote a little app for something like this."

"So you code!" Maya exclaims with a grin. "Maybe you could teach me how to do my ..."

I am about to reply in the affirmative when Janet interjects. "Enough, Maya! You'll have your time after work." Maya's facial expression sours as she slowly proceeds to the next row of boxes. "But while we're at work," Janet continues, "John's mine!"

"Yes ma'am," Maya replies as she scans a box and moves it to the far end of the next shelf. I stare at the tan lines on her back that accentuated her slender frame, unaware of Janet's next sentence.

"... As I was saying," Janet says in a stern voice, probably noticing my inattention, "the boxes here are sorted to interstate or local." I glance at the shelf where Maya had placed a box. It was marked "interstate" near the ceiling.

"And what's the code for local? How do I ..."

Janet interrupts me by pointing her finger at the LED screen of the scanner I held, her sweaty back slightly rubbing against my chest. "The state code will tell you whether it's interstate or local."

As she moves away, the back of her boyshorts brushes slightly against my hard-on, hardening it even further. She glances at me with a knowing grin and proceeds toward the stocker's ladder on the other side of the shelf.

I try to think of other thoughts to shrink my stiff rod but the image of Janet's pouty lips keeps blocking my brain. I finally manage to start scanning the smaller boxes first and moving them to their designated locations. Sweat starts to form in my back as the warmth of the room permeates into my semi-nude body. Just then, Janet calls out from the top of the ladder. "John, I need your help with this large box."

I head towards her, leaving my scanner behind. Her back was turned towards me, giving me a clear view of her ass against the damp fabric of her boyshorts. She was trying to pull out a large box. I position myself below the box, grasping it firmly and gently lowering it to chest level, as it had a large "Fragile" sticker on it.

"Keep it at that level," Janet says as she stepped off the ladder. "I need to check all sides for the barcode." I push the box slightly forward so that its opposite end rests between two adjacent rungs of the stocker's ladder. Janet knells below it, examining every inch of the crumpled packaging.

"Well, did you find it?" I ask. Janet ignores my question, but I hear the slight thud of the scanner against the floor. "Did you drop your scanner?" I ask further. My impatience is slowly growing but I am soon rewarded with a warm, moist sensation against my crotch. I move the box slightly to my left to get a better view of what is happening underneath.

Janet is licking my cock through my briefs while her hands are gently kneading her boobs. Her blue push-up bra is strewn on the floor and streaks of her maroon lipstick line the front of my underwear.