His tongue and lips ran over her breast to the underside and he pushed her into the chair. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, pulled aside the crotch of her panties, and buried his nose in her exposed wiry curls. His hands slid under her backside and pulled her up to his face. She rested her head on the back of the chair as his tongue swept every crevice of her lips and dipped into her. A gentle gush quivered within her. Fingers spread her open to him and he nibbled on her clit, then drove his tongue inside. She felt like a ripe juicy peach being devoured and savored.
Fragments of thought flittered through her mind, images of fantasies, but none held in the power of reality. She missed being overcome with desire to the point of thoughtlessness, when her body became a tangle of frantic nerves. He twirled his tongue around her clit and thrust his tongue inside her again.
Her shoulders arched forward and her head fell back as she took a shuttered breath. His hands slid up her waist to cup her breasts and she couldn’t hold back her moan. His hot hands on her chilled skin, his wet mouth on her throbbing clit. Her orgasm overwhelmed her and he lapped at her with broad strokes until her body quieted.
Suddenly he picked her up and carried her to the shower stall in the back of the store.
With urgent hands, he pulled the button of her skirt and shoved it and her panties down over her hips as she stepped out of her sandals. Then he pushed the knob of the shower and adjusted the water. The cool beads joined with the slick sweat on her neck and back, reviving her lassitude. She watched as he shucked off his jeans and jockeys, admiration flooded her and she felt another clench. She wanted him inside her.
Another wave of anticipation crashed over her.
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