I smile at him happily, "Ok, if you're sure?" I ask.
He smiles back. "Of course. I’m having fun, believe it or not."
I laugh a little, something I haven't done in a while. "Well, good. I’m glad. In that case, I'll be more than happy to." I reply.
I can feel him watch me as I walk across the store. It only takes me a few seconds to find my favorite album. I walk back over and put it on.
It’s something light and happy. We stand there a few minutes listening. I smile at him again. I find myself enjoying his company right now. It feels as if the mood between us is changing. Something I hadn't expected.
He grabs my hand, hesitantly. Almost like he's asking permission. I move closer to him and his hand is on my waist. We're dancing again, this time our eyes are on each other.
I feel a flutter of unfamiliar feelings inside me. I can't keep the smile from my face. He seems to be enjoying himself too. Something in his eyes takes my breath away.
He leans down for a tender kiss, and I don't fight him. My lips tremble slightly against his. Suddenly I push them, harder, against his. The kiss grows passionate and lasts for several long seconds. I wrap my arms around his broad shoulders. I can't believe the sparks flying behind my eyes. It’s like every magic moment you hear about in the fairytales all rolled into one, so intense that I’m breathless.
I feel tingles all over my body. We stop dancing and stand there with our arms wrapped around each other. The kiss ends and I blush a little. He looks down at me, probably trying to see how I'll react.
I can't believe I'm about to do this. I pull him by the hand. He follows in silence as I lead him behind the curtain into the back room of the store. I turn on the light and push things quickly off of my desk to clear a space for us. He looks in shock at first, then smiles. I turn to face him, he picks me up and gently places me on the desk.
We kiss again, my arms around his shoulders once more. I feel his hand on my thigh, venturing under the hem of my dress. His touch feels so good. I can feel his fingers through the thin material of my panties. My body trembles a little and I feel moisture pooling under his fingers, soaking through my underwear.
He strokes me through my panties for a while until I’m panting and squirming, then pushes them aside. His fingers are hot and rough as they roam my wet folds, and when he brushes the tip of his middle finger over my clit, I cry out and shudder. “Right there,” I blurt out, to my own shock and horror, “Please, keep touching me.”
While the words embarrass me, they seem to spur him on. He smirks at me and starts to move his fingers in circles around the sensitive little bud. Heat builds in my lower abdomen and my breath hitches. “Oh, fuck, yes,” I whimper.
He shifts his hand a little so that his thumb is now the one on my clit and he can drive a finger into me slowly. “So tight,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble that makes me shiver.
He moves faster and faster, and that heat coils inside me. It’s so much more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before, and when a climax rips through me, it puts every single one I’ve ever given myself to shame.
He pulls away from the kiss, moving his hand, and unzips his pants, pulling a condom from his pocket. I glance away shyly while he rolls it down the length of his shaft.
I'm so nervous, but at the same time, I want this to happen so bad. I’ve never felt anything like this desire. He wraps his arms around me so I'm holding onto him. I feel the full length of his erection between my thighs and I’m trembling with nerves and excitement.
He reaches under the dress and tugs my panties down my hips, stuffing them into his pocket. Very gently he guides himself into position against me. We lock eyes and he hesitates a few seconds.
Slowly, he pushes inside. The sensation is more strange than painful, a stretching feeling with a little pinch. I bite my lip and he halts. “You ok?”
I nod. “Keep going,” I urge, “Please.”
He obeys, moving forward until he’s sheathed to the hilt inside me. And now, with the initial feelings wearing off, it feels good. Really fucking good. A moan escapes my lips, and he smirks.
Slowly, he starts to move. I wrap my arms and legs around him. My body filled with heat and passion. The more he thrusts, the louder I moan. I never thought it would feel this good.