During the fierce summer heat, sports drinks for heatstroke prevention sell well at convenience stores, so I have to restock them quickly. I squeeze into the space behind the refrigerator and pour products from cardboard boxes. That spot becomes a strange solitary space. I can take a moment to breathe and rest since I don't interact with anyone. If I slack off a bit like usual, the person coming on shift at night arrives, and I'm momentarily startled, but since I always thought they were a bit cool, I end up starting a conversation. After that, we deliberately entered the refrigerator area during shift changes to talk. We even started kissing. I was so aroused that when I touched his erection over his clothes, it was hard, so I undressed him and lightly licked it. It tasted like green apple. That was the last time with him. I wanted to have sex, but before I knew it, our shifts no longer matched, and we stopped seeing each other. Since then, I can't forget the taste of green apple from his penis, and I desperately want to give a blowjob. I'm performing this act with the sole intention of taking the saltiness that overflows from a penis to prevent heatstroke.
