The door chimed, announcing an incoming visitor. I glanced up to find a middle-aged man with silver hair coming in at the roots, chatting on his phone. My eyes went wild when I immediately worried about Stenton being recognized and then mobbed if word got out that he was here again.
But before I could react, Stenton rapidly ducked to his left, underneath the counter. His long legs arched to give me room in the small area to maneuver. Just as I was approaching the counter to meet the man, the door sounded again with two customers coming in.
“How can I help you, sir?” I asked the first Caucasian gentleman with wire frames and a fedora.
“I need four yellow cupcakes with vanilla frosting and sprinkles. My six-year-old granddaughter was very specific about the last two,” he shared amusedly. “She’s having three of her girlfriends over. Supposed to be five, but we’re still waiting on the last RSVP.”
“Sure, hang on. I think I have those in the back.” I smiled almost too brightly, hoping to cover my anxiousness about my visitor below. I tapped the toe of Stenton’s right sneaker to tell him to keep those legs up while I was gone.
I skipped to the back refrigerator, located the cupcakes, loaded them, and skipped back out to the counter. As I pulled out a bag to place the box in, I opened the box to allow him to see the cupcakes.
“I included a fifth cupcake in case that last invitee does show—on the house, of course.”
“Why, thank you!” His eyes brightened. “We can now breathe easier in the event she does show.”
That’s when I felt Stenton’s hand in the crease of my thighs. It reminded me of the abbreviated length of my shorts. His touch was almost in the examining manner Angela took earlier, only his hands lingered longer, appreciative even. Perhaps of his handiwork?
The customer paid and I bade him a good evening, trying not to melt under Stenton’s touch down below—literally.
My eyes widened expectantly at the next two customers. I soon learned they were together, picking up the cupcake order Angela had prepared. I played small talk with them as I rang them up. I was inputting the number Angela had handwritten on the slip into the register when I felt a slithery muscle at the front juncture of my right thigh. I sucked in a breath, my body shook and then my bottom lip went in between my teeth. I got the next few numbers out of sequence from the slip and had to keep hitting the back button and reenter them. When they were finally in, I was able to accept payment from the customer. The door chimed again with another incoming customer.
Stenton’s tongue never reached my lips, but did line the crease of my pelvic area. It was torture. The one thing he couldn’t do because it was downright lewd and inappropriate, I found my body craving. To his credit, he didn’t cross the imaginary line into my panties, but the heat that he breathed out while down there creamed my panties instantaneously.
The set of customers picking up their orders left out and the new one walked up. I took her order, which was luckily in the display refrigerator. Since Stenton plopped down underneath the counter, I’d kept my body inclined over the counter to prevent the customers from doing so and seeing long legs stretched out astride me. His legs were now extended as he inhaled my sex through my shorts, causing a breeze of cool air to replace my natural heat.
I completed the order and as soon as the customer left out, I dropped to my haunches, finding marbled eyes, playing coy.
“What am I going to do with you?” I breathed, feeling pleasantly overwhelmed by his presence at my job.
“Go away with me.”
“Go away? I have to work.”
“You have people. I’m sure Angela could cover you for a few days.”
I sighed. “Stenton, it’s not that simple.”
“What’s not simple is my need for you. I just need a few days. I don’t want this to be a hard decision for you. I want it to be an easy yes. I need just a few days alone, out of the city.”
“Where are we going for a few days? Exactly how many are we talking?” I whined.
“Just three or four.”