Buying Her Flower

“I’ll be back in one week to host the auction. We’ll have to take a fee out of the profits for flying in some of the women,” she explains.

I nod in understanding. I guess that makes sense. It’s not as if I know how these things normally work. I didn’t even know there were such things until recently.

“I’ll have everything ready,” I assure her.

Looking satisfied by my answer, she leaves with Brian. He’s asking questions about the big city women. I notice that Andrew is still there, so I go back behind the register. I don’t know if I want him to stay or leave.

“I’m glad you are going to be at the auction,” he says in his charming voice.

I try to be curt with him, which I have been from the beginning, but in person, it’s a lot easier said than done. On the phone, it was less of a challenge. But now he’s staring at me with his big eyes and I’m looking at his big chest and wondering how big his cock is.

Fuck.

“Just to clarify again, I’m only hosting the event. Not participating,” I tell him, as sternly as I can.

I’m trying my best not to look at him so I pretend to clean up the store.

“That’s too bad. I would gladly pay good money to do this to you if you were participating,” he says, catching me off guard with a kiss.

I’m surprised but I can’t help myself. I kiss him back. It’s like an electric current pulls me to him and I can’t resist it. I can feel his tongue slide into my mouth. It feels so good against mine. I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

Suddenly I feel one of his legs in between my own two, pushing them apart. He takes a step closer and I can feel his large, erect package pushing against me.

It feels even bigger than I was expecting.

And it’s certainly ready for me.

I can’t help myself. He pulls me closer as I start rubbing and grinding against him. I hear him groan softly. I realize what I’m doing and I suddenly stop.

I am so embarrassed. I can feel my face turning red.

“I’m sorry. I need to get back to work,” I mutter as I turn and walk away.

I’m so embarrassed I can’t even look at him.

He clears his throat before apologizing.

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to distract you from your work. I’m usually busy with work myself…”

There’s a hesitation in his voice that makes me look up at him. He’s fidgeting with the petals on a flower. A red rose.

“To be frank, I’m usually a busy guy who doesn’t have time to indulge in frivolous passions. There’s just something about you. I don’t know what it is, but it makes me want to stop and smell the roses,” he admits softly.

I look at him in shock.

He smiles at me.

“I’ll see you at the auction,” he replies, and then leaves.

Wow, is all I can think. I’m so hot and excited that I rush to the bathroom.

I play with my pussy as I think about what we just did. I’m so turned on by it that I can’t help it. It’s like there’s a burning fire in me I just have to put out. One look at him and I’m feverishly touching myself.

He was so forward, what with the way he drew me to him and kissed me while pressing himself up against me.

What if he had told me to turn around so that he could rub his cock up against my ass?

What if he’d said to smell the roses lined up against the wall in my store while he took his cock out and slapped it on my bare skin?

I have no idea where these thoughts are coming from. I don’t usually fantasize about rough sex. But I want him to take me, to claim me as his own, to do whatever he wants with me.

My fingers rub my clit faster, harder, while I think about him picking me up and then throwing me down on the counter— the very same one I usually ring up customers on. He’d put his cock in me for my very first time while I grabbed ahold of the cash register to steady myself.

“Shhh,” he’d say, putting one hand over my mouth and the other on my breast.

He’d squeeze my nipple and play with it while I came all over his big cock.

In real life, I’m cumming now, all over my hand, wishing it was his big dick. I want to feel him inside me, taking my virginity. I want him to fill me up with his cock and then with his cum.

Once I come down from the high, I’m surprised at how naughty my thoughts are. He certainly has a way of making me turn into a little nympho for him, even in my fantasies. I’d hate to see what would happen in real life! That’s why I cannot participate in his crazy auction.