“Great!” he says, and then we both laugh before walking into the Love in Bloom flower shop.
Brian is already ogling the few women in there. I’m busy walking around but my mind isn’t on flowers. Brian has told me some wild things about the auctions he used to run in the city. That’s all I can think about.
This could be an opportunity to have fun. It’s been a while since I was with anyone. Maybe I can join in, bid on a woman, get her naked in my bed.
I’d have her go down on me first, of course, and I’d enjoy watching her mouth as she sucked on my big, hard cock. Brian mentioned that anything goes at these things. If you’re lucky, sometimes you can get a virgin. That idea excites me a little.
A woman so shy in my bed.
No experience, not knowing what to do.
I imagine the naked woman, her curvy body lay bare for me – just my type – her surprised face as I slide inside her for her very first time.
Her pussy would feel so good and tight.
The thrill of knowing that I will always be the first one to have had her would add to the amazing physical feeling I know I’d get from popping her cherry.
I shake those thoughts out of my head and force myself to focus on what I’m doing. The flower shop is surprisingly busy, so I don’t see any available sales associates.
That’s okay, because I don’t know what I want yet. I walk around picking up flowers and smelling some of them. Not only do I need to buy flowers for my mom, whose birthday is today, but I should also buy some for that employee who just came back from maternity leave, to apologize for the inconvenience of the lack of a pump room issue.
Having disgruntled employees does not help my office run smoothly. Plus, I really should have thought that one out more, and had a system in place for moms returning back to work after their maternity leave. The least I can do is apologize.
I settle on a nice bouquet of red roses for my mom. I still don’t know what to send to the employee. I consider asking Brian, but I know he’d be more clueless than I am. I can hear him across the store, trying to flirt with some women who are over there buying flowers.
I want to roll my eyes, but I have to admire his determination. When it comes to women, he never stops trying. He usually succeeds, too, but it seems to have a detrimental effect on his performance in the workplace.
When he focuses on things other than getting some tail, though, he can accomplish a lot. He’s been a major help to me while opening this new branch of the business. Which is exactly why I agreed to help him with his auction plans.
Or at least that’s what I tell myself.
But a part of me knows that I’m a bit curious about them for my own reasons as well. Maybe it’s time I check one out and see what it’s all about. Perhaps I can have some fun, too.
Chapter 3
Andrew
I take the bouquet of roses and decide on a nice arrangement of carnations for the employee. Then Brian walks with me up to the register.
“Did you find everything okay?” the salesgirl asks us.
She has a pretty smile and seems friendly. She also has the perfect hourglass figure, which I can’t help but notice approvingly.
“Why, yes, Sheila, I did,” I reply, reading her name off the name tag she’s wearing on her shirt, which I noticed as I was trying not to look too obviously at her large breasts.
She carefully rings up the flowers and smiles at us again.
I don’t know what it is about her, but I can’t stop staring at her. She’s smiling out of politeness; I can see that now. But I get the feeling she’s not interested because she’s not checking me out the way most women do.
That would just be my luck. Usually women are throwing themselves at me but now that I can’t get my eyes off this one, she’s barely even looking at me.
She’s really hot. But more than that, there’s something tempting about her that causes me to not be able to look away from her.
“So, Sheila?” Brian asks.
We both turn and look at him.
I’m afraid he might be getting ready to hit on her, and I want her, so I quickly jump in and tell Sheila, “Hi, I’m Andrew.”
She looks at me funny.
“And I’m Brian. How do you like working in a flower shop? Does it pay well?” he asks.
We both look at him, confused, although I think I might know where he’s going with this line of questioning and I wish he wouldn’t. He’s so obsessed with his damn auction idea. I should have known he’d be more interested in setting that up than on hitting on Sheila. The polite smile returns to her face before she answers.