The Stockroom
It took me by surprise, throwing me back against the steel frame of the
stockroom shelves. The static and music of the store intercom died out by the sounds of my own heart beating wildly. She pushed her soft lips hard against mine, breaking away while sucking on my bottom lip. I’ll admit, I’ve pictured this in my mind so many times wasn’t sure if this was some vivid daydream.
And so I stood, watching as her eyes sparkled and a smirk appeared on her face. She turned around; looking through the boxing seemingly for a purpose I was oblivious to. It took me a second to realize we weren’t alone. I quickly shuffled through the boxes next to her, and so, in less than a minute we were, once again, alone.
She backed into me; our bodies pressed together letting her feel what was tenting my pants. My hands dropped to her waist, pulling our bodies closer together, as I began kissing along the smoothness of her neck. Her hands guided mine slowly up her belly and to the mounds of her breasts. She squeezed my hands, and I squeezed in return. I could feel her hardening nipples through the cloth of both her work shirt, and the thicker fabric of her bra. If this was a dream…I didn’t want to wake up.