I was caught. My pussy instantly pulsed and became wet at the sight of him standing in front of me, a touch away. A sudden flush had begun to creep up my chest and into my pale cheeks as my nipples hardened under the stiff apron I was required to wear on duty. I brushed my hands across my stomach, a long time nervous gesture, before settling into a terrified smile.
“Paul, Hello. What can I do for you?”
I had managed that much dialogue with him. Go me.
“Jennifer.” His smooth nod and southern drawl made my stomach clench. I leaned against the counter breathing in the scent of his odor and nothing else. He smelled all man with a heady, complex mix of chemical pheromones and sweat.
I eyeballed the cable knit gray sweater and slacks before turning my back to him and plugging in some random numbers into a calculator. By his stance it was evident he was here on business. There was no playfulness hidden for me under his eyebrows, no open-armed hugs. But he was my safety. The strength that I would listen to when my life twirled in confusion. He was there when everything had went down my first semester. My body would not forget him so fast. |
