We chatted while I closed up shop and I found out that his name was Sean and that he worked at the ice cream parlor across the street. Periodically I found myself glancing back at him to confirm my earlier opinion, which I did. Jaw-length black hair that hung in his eyes, which were either green or hazel. I couldn't decide. Firm looking lips, strong jaw...muscled shoulders and arms...He was nice to look at and from the way he stood he knew and didn't care. I surreptitiously examined my appearance in the mirrored sections behind the displays as I wiped down the counters, satisfying myself that my glasses were straight and my hair hadn't too fly-away an appearance, in spite of being pulled back.
I clocked out and turned out the lights in the back. Grabbing my bag, I emerged from behind the counter and ran into Sean. His arms automatically closed around me and I felt my heart rate go through the roof.
"This is nice," he said softly in a voice that sent a delightful shiver down my spine. He reached up and pulled out the hair tie that kept the majority of my hair pulled back, allowing it to tumble free around my face. I looked up at him, losing myself in his eyes and noting absently that they definitely appeared green. He traced my lips with his thumb, caressing my cheek with the other fingers of his hand. Automatically it seemed, my lips parted, allowing his thumb to slip between them briefly. He brought my hand to his mouth and gently kissed my fingers. Gasping, I closed my eyes as he took each finger between his teeth in turn and gently sucked them. My bag slipped from my grasp to the floor, the noise of it falling jolting us from our reverie. As I bent to pick it up, he stopped me and kissed me.
Shocked, I stood there as his lips gently pressed against mine, becoming more and more insistent. My hands locked behind his neck, pulling him closer. He picked me up and placed me on the countertop, his lips moving to the sensitive area just below my ear, teeth gently nipping. My breath quickened.
"Your place or mine?" he murmured in my ear.
"Neither...yet." I gasped out. "The back room..." His hand had disappeared under my shirt and began teasing my breasts. I seized his mouth my mine as he pinched a nipple. Sliding off the counter, I pulled him into the back room. Luckily the table was clear. He slipped our shirts off and undid my bra before turning his attention back to my breasts. His lips closed over a nipple, sucking it into his mouth. I arched my back. His hands moved to my jeans, stripping me completely before kneeling on the floor in front of me. His fingers dipped inside me, feeling how soaked and slippery I was. I bit back a gasp as he brushed my clit. His mouth followed and took the place of his fingers, leaving me to clutch the table behind me for support. He withdrew abruptly before I came and through my fogged sense I heard the distinct sound of his pants hitting the ground. He kissed me again and I tasted myself on his lips.
"I don't think that table could support us darling," he whispered against my lips. The tiny rational part of my brain agreed but I was too far gone to really care.
"I don't care how you do it, just fuck me," I hissed back. He chuckled and turned me around, bending me over the table. He thrust into me hard and I moaned loudly, holding onto the table for dear life as he ever-so-slowly withdrew. His teeth nipped my shoulders and my breasts rubbed against the rough, wooden surface of the table, stimulating my nipples. He thrust into me again and again, gradually picking up pace. My cries grew louder with every stroke and I thrust back against him, our breathing growing ragged. The table started to move forward and shook with every stroke. I could feel my climax building and urged him to thrust harder and harder until he was practically slamming into me, biting my shoulder hard enough to almost draw blood, hands mauling my breasts. Just when I thought I could take it no more, I cried out as my climax hit me, shuddering around him as he too tensed and came within me.
