manly to like cock. Nevertheless, I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore and I went into my back office, locked the door, and released my dick from its tight confines. It already had some pre-cum coating the head. I sat in my chair and started to pull on all seven inches of my burning hard-on. I replayed the scene between Reno and me countless times as I moved my clenched hand up and down my shaft. I took it a little further and imagined his hand going down the back of my pants and attacking my flesh with his wide fingers. I used my other hand to simulate what I had wanted Reno to do to me and began to play with my rosebud, using two fingers to match the size of his one. It didn’t take long for me to feel the surge of my orgasm running through my cock, and I soon came all over my work shirt. It was just the release I needed after that kind of day when you are attracted to someone you could never possibly fuck.

Luckily I had an extra work shirt hanging in my office. I cleaned up with some tissues and changed out of the cum-stained one. When I returned to the restaurant area, nobody even seemed to notice that I had been gone. I’m not usually the type to just whip out my cock at work and masturbate, but I just couldn’t control my urges. Reno Dakota held some sort of sexual power over me—he permeated my every passing thought. I couldn’t wait for that day to be over and to start work the next day. I couldn’t help but feel that I would be disappointed; Reno was more than likely straight, after all. Just to be around him and his cowboy grin would be enough to satisfy me, at least for the time being.

I choked the old horse again after work that night, and the next morning before work. Each time I kept that same image in mind of Reno ploughing my ass with his fingers. For some reason his cock remained unimaginable to me, so we never went farther than that in my imagination.

I was as gleeful as a little schoolgirl when I arrived at work. I didn’t even feel the need to yell at anyone (even though one of our clumsy teenagers spilled a bowl of pasta on a customer). I was too preoccupied awaiting six o’clock, the time that Reno was scheduled to come in.

I had created an entire agenda for the two of us that night so that he would be committed to me at almost every moment during the night. I’m sure that was selfish of me, but I did own and run the restaurant, so who better to teach a new employee the tricks of the trade? To be quite honest, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into. I scared myself by thinking that he would get offended by my obvious attraction and either leave the job forever, and me, or beat me into the ground.

Reno Dakota arrived at exactly six o’clock. The Cactus Creek can’t claim to be a huge restaurant, but that particular night saw one of our largest crowds, so it was quite impressive that he managed to seize everyone’s attention upon his entrance. A hushed silence preceded