the coastergirl diaries volume eight

i think i need karate for this one: the bed is in the ocean sounds about right.

then i got promoted and was opening the store at five am, my own keys, safe code, deposit bank runs, the whole bit.

coastergirl and i continued to spend the same amount of time together only now it meant that i didn't sleep. which was fine for awhile. there are certain stages in my life when i don't need sleep for three or four weeks straight. to be clear, it isn't insomnia, that's when you're tired and want to sleep but can't, this is merely that i don't need it, i am perputually at full awakeness as the last day i woke up. not manic. just serene.

at any rate, this was one of those periods, so for a few weeks it didn't matter that we'd be out till four am and i would go home and shower and go back to work where i'd work till my shift got off, read till coastergirl got off then we'de go out.

occasionally she would open with me, that was the best.

the best of said best occured one morning when i was running late. i got there at ten after five and the lights were all on (i didn't know i was opening with her) and i got out, blurry eyed and walked to the patio steps and saw her sitting on the patio. legs up on a table, wearing nothing but a pair of fish nets and an apron. suddenly, i was very awake.

that was the first time we ever messed around at work. i went down on her while she made mochas for the drive through (which opened half an hour ealier than the door). if you haven't already i highly recomend trying to give head through fishnets. it is quite an experience. but then i also recommend the only solution we could reach. her making mochas with her fishnets at her knees, my tongue inside her, and her trying to knock the tamp so she could get a good esspresso shot. i had to hold her at the hips to keep her trembling knees from buckling and her getting a concusion on the hard tile floor.

the regulars loved her costume. of course they did, all the early am regulars are men. we made good tips that day. and i drove home with the two lips i loved most wrapped around my dick. sometimes work doesn't suck.

2002-09-22 | 7:16 p.m.
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