My phone vibrates again at my thigh. I draw it from my pocket and see I have a message. It's her. I check the store to see if any of my coworkers are within sight. All clear. I quickly checked the message.

It's a video. The still shows her finger in her mouth. She's teasing me. She knows I can't resist.

I make my way to the employee restroom, hoping to God no one is in there. So far, so good. I pull down my pants and sit on the toilet. I'm already partially hard in anticipation.

The video follows her finger down her naked body to the young pink flesh between her thighs. She starts stroking herself, taking particular care to show me just how wet she is, her juices clinging to her finger.

I reach down to stroke myself, finding my tip is already wet. It makes my hand slide even easier. I try to keep calm, stroking slowly, but damn, she knows exactly what turns me on. Her fingers move back to her mouth as she sucks on them. Even without volume, I can hear her moan. I know that sound. I know that taste.

My hand moves with a will of its own. I watch her own fingers exploring inside her. Can see her hips buck against them. Remembering what that feels like against my face.

I explode into the bowl, holding my breath so as not to cry out and potentially be heard. I shoot and shoot and shoot; my balls feel like they're being squeezed of every last drop.

I clean myself up and flush away the evidence. My phone goes back into my pocket, and I return to the sales floor. I smile, offer advice, and make the sale, but my mind is with her. Wondering when I will get to taste her again.