Ask For Help

I walk up to him, and as I approach, he stops sweeping and looks up at me. Lust briefly shows on his face, his eyes staring gleefully at me, before training kicks in, and he takes on a more professional air. I giggled at the attention gives me, my body responding to his desires with desires for him to do these dirty thoughts to me. I felt the desire to be bent over and taken by him flourish within my head, my nipples sticking out like beacons. I could feel my pussy wetness sent a drop-down along my leg, and I hope it's not too noticeable.

"Hey, can I help you with anything," he asked, and I have to pause to remember my shopping list, over the fantasy playing in my head of him turning me around, bending home over and the waist, and taking my pussy with his rod... or maybe, it was his?

Shaking my head, 'Yea, laundry lists, I remind myself.', " Managing a smile, I speak up then, "I believe you can. I'm looking for a few things, and perhaps you can help?" I show him the list on my the, and I see him contemplating something.

"I could but, I might get in trouble with the boss if I spent too much time with one individual. They may believe I'm getting a little close to the guests."

I pause, unsure how to proceed, before managing, "Please, It's only a few things. I'd really appreciate it." You say, lust building in you, quickly seeking him to take you, After a moment, an idea shows in his head, and he pulls you aside, into one of the employees-only sections, and...