- Shopping Bag ( 0 items )
"Did you forget something?" he asked as Claudette walked behind the counter.
"Yes, these." She held up a pair of gray wool gloves. "These are for you."
He came around the wooden counter and took the gloves from her. "For me? But I--"
"You need another pair. These will keep your hands warm. You can't wear your work gloves all the time. They're not lined, and your hands will freeze. These are thick and--"
He ignored her speech about lining and wool. Why was she giving the gloves to him? He couldn't pay for them.
"Oh, hell!" Claudette exclaimed.
The next thing he knew, Claudette wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. He dropped the gloves as she entwined her hot tongue with his. What brought this on? She couldn't be drunk. She'd only had one beer at the pub. He was helpless to resist her ardent kisses, so he gave in. What else could he do but kiss her back?
Claudette drew his tongue into her mouth and sucked it lightly. He groaned as a hot rush of blood raced to his groin. Good Lord, what would she think of him if he got hard?
After a few minutes, she broke the kiss and looked up at him. "You're not angry with me, are you?"
"No, absolutely not. Just shocked. I didn't--"
His words were silenced as she kissed him again and pushed him back against the counter. In all his years, no sober woman had ever pounced on him like this before.
"I have more kisses for you. If you'd like." She unbuttoned his coat, stroked his chest, and then slid her hands lower.
"Shh, don't talk. Hold still and let me."
"Let you do what?"
"I'm giving you what you wanted," she whispered as she unbuttoned hisbreeches and pulled them to his knees.
"You're not gonna--"
"Oh, yes, I am," she said, licking her lips.
He cried out as she took him into her mouth. His cock hardened in a flash. Claudette's tongue twirled around the head of his shaft, and he leaned back, gripping the counter with both hands. Why was she doing this? Last night she said she wasn't the obliging type, and now she was...
All thoughts faded as she worked her wet mouth and tongue in a steady rhythm. From the expert way she sucked him, he knew it wasn't the first time she'd done this.
Claudette slid her hands around his hips and clasped his bare buttocks. She gave them a hard squeeze, then pulled him toward her mouth, drawing more of him in. He shivered as she ran her hands up and down the backs of his thighs, stroking him.
"Ahh, that feels good. Don't stop," he begged. A tingle raced down his spine as he grew close to his climax. "Yes ... like that ... a little more."
Claudette increased the pressure with her mouth and squeezed his buttocks.
"Oh, God!" He gripped the counter to keep from pitching forward as his orgasm hit. His body shuddered and quaked as he exploded in Claudette's mouth. To his surprise, she didn't pull away.