“Oh my!” She placed her hands over her cheeks like she was trying to cool her heated skin. She looked and sounded like a prim librarian again, which did nothing to deflate my raging hard-on. It had the reverse effect. “I got to get out there.”
“Do you have a bathroom?”
“Uh, yes. It’s right around the corner.” She looked down at my bulging crotch, licking her lips. I saw the confliction in her eyes and the desire to return the favor, but her customer wasn’t going anywhere.
“Yoo-hoo,” the female customer hollered out. “Maegan, are you in there?”
“I’ll be right out, Mrs. Tanbury.” She inhaled deeply and released it slowly. “Are you free for dinner tonight?”
“Fuck, yes.”
“Is six thirty too late to eat?”
“No,” I told her. “Maegan,” I said stopping her before she could leave. “I like dessert first.”
“Fuck, yes,” she whispered back before she opened the door and disappeared. “What can I do for you, Mrs. Tanbury?” She didn’t sound like a woman who’d just came apart in my arms and dampened the front of my pants.
I gave Maegan a few minutes to create a diversion by pulling the woman into a conversation before I slipped out of her office and walked to her bathroom. The space was small, clean, and completely feminine. It smelled of whatever deliciousness she put on her soft skin. My dick was so fucking hard it hurt when I released it from the confines of my jeans and underwear. Jerking off in Maegan’s bathroom wasn’t how I wanted to come, but it would do until I got her alone later that night.
I took my swollen flesh in my hands and pumped it while thinking of Maegan’s lips and the way I wanted to fuck her mouth. I fantasized about pulling out right before I came and painting her fair skin with a different kind of pearl necklace. It didn’t take many strokes before I shot my load in the wad of tissues I yanked from the container on the vanity. Once the room stopped spinning, I washed my hands and tucked my dick away.
Maegan was still with the elderly customer when I walked back into the store. She caught my eye as I walked past. Maegan blushed prettily and I knew she was thinking about what I’d just done in her bathroom. There was no shame in my game, so I winked playfully before I walked out of her store and into the harsh winter afternoon. Not even freezing temperatures could douse the heat simmering inside me.
Tonight, Freckles.
