After Midnight Surprise - Part 3
The next time I saw Emmanuelle was about a year later. I had heard from Aaron that she'd dropped out of college and got a job. I was at the local grocery store picking up some items for home, and noticed she was working as a cashier. Every time I went to that end of the aisle, we met eyes. I wasn't sure what hers told me... but it looked like she wanted me to come over.
It took another 20 minutes for me to finish my shopping and then I got into her line. Slowly, the line inched up, getting me closer and closer to her. I loaded my items onto the conveyor belt as the customer in front of me was just paying for her groceries.
"Hi Emmanuelle," I said as I handed her my store rewards card.
"Hi Mr. Becket." She smiled and I swear I could see her blush a little.
"How are you doing?" I asked, trying to make small talk as she rang up the items.
"I'm doing alright," she said, blushing and smiling as we made eye contact. I could tell from that look that she wasn't mad at me. In fact, it felt like she wanted me.
After she bagged everything and I paid for it, she handed me my receipt. "So... do you have a break coming up?" I asked, holding her hand in mine.
She was trembling. "I... um... still have a 15 minute break."
"Good. I'm in my truck... on the south side of the lot," I said. "I'll be there for another 20 minutes or so."
"Um... ok," she said as I let go of her hand.
I pushed my cart away, leaving her. I unloaded the groceries into the back of my truck and then got in the cab, turning the radio on to my favorite station. It was late in the Fall and the sun had already set, leaving my truck parked in the shadows, away from the large lights and other cars in the parking lot.
About 10 minutes later, I heard a knock on the passenger door. I unlocked it and she opened the door, slid inside, and closed it again. She sat close to the door with her hands in her lap, looking scared or unsure of herself. It was such a different look for her than I'd ever seen before.
"Come closer," I said softly, patting the seat beside me. Shyly, she slid closer to me and I put one arm around her shoulders. I stroked her hair and shoulder with my other hand.
"What... what are you doing?" she asked, nervously licking her lips.
"I'm just touching you," I said. "You're so beautiful." I touched her breast, squeezing it though her shirt and bra, feeling for and lightly pinching her nipple.
"Um... we... we can't... we can't do this," she said, but made no move to stop me.
"We can't?" With my left hand, I unfastened my pants and pulled the fly wide open, pulling out my cock, and slowly stroked it. I was already hard.
"Oh my God, what are you doing?" she asked, looking down at it.
"I thought maybe... you might want this," I said. "And... I don't know... I thought maybe it's what you need."
"What? Fuck!" she said, feigning shock, even as her hand touched my thigh and moved close to my erection.
"Was I right? Do you want this?" I asked, hugging her tighter into me.
"Why... why are we doing this right now?"
I grabbed her hand and put it right on my cock. She wrapped her fingers around it and started stroking me. I was right... this is exactly what she wanted.
"Isn't this what you want?" I asked.
"Wha...?" she said, but then whispered a distinct, breathy "Yes."
I pulled her shirt up and with the hand around her shoulders starting teasing and squeezing her breasts and nipples. "It's ok," I said softly, feeling her hand move up and down my long, hard shaft.
"Oh my God," she whispered, unable to take her eyes off it. She slid her hand up and down, stroking my full length, watching the head getting so swollen.
