Video Store

You are here again; at the same video store you have gone to so many times now. Maybe six months ago you started coming here just because there are a lot of hard to come by videos. It might have been the third time you came here that you saw me working there, or at least I got the attention of your eyes on that occasion. Ever since then though, you have been coming here with the hope of getting a little extra. Yes, there are a lot of movies that you have enjoyed since then, but there was at least a small part of you hoping to get me while you were there.

You walk into the store, trying not to look too much like all you are doing is seeing if I am here or not. You do catch me fairly close to the front door though; helping some other customer put all their movies in a bag. You give a little wave, trying not to overdo it. I give a little wave back but return to my customer; understandable of course. You begin to meander around the store, looking at something, perhaps looking a long time at it, though secretly wondering if you will get a chance to approach me later. It is certainly busy in here tonight, especially considering that the store will close soon.

You do take your time, the thought of if you might get a chance tonight still lingering in your head. As another customer leaves, I gently remind all the customers that the store will close in five minutes. They mostly grab whatever movie is closest to them and make their way towards the counter, though some take a little longer than others. You certainly take your time though; you know why. You are also sure you could get away with it, despite the tension building within you. After all, whenever you are here, you do get here pretty late, and you are sure I can tolerate you for a minute or two after the store is supposed to close.

You look at another movie as another customer leaves. The plans for the night are taking up your thoughts too much for you to actually read what you are looking at. You don't really know what you are reading; your mind full of trying to build the courage to say something to me that might get you what you are actually here for. You are caught with a little pang of fright as I gently tap your shoulder. "Good evening, most frequent customer," I say with a slightly humorous tone.

I have seen you here enough closing times that I know you are likely to be the last customer. I know you have not been here long, so I say, as I often do, "I'll just start closing as you decide on your pick for the night." You see me walk away with the purpose at mind; I am here for work after all. You are the last customer. That has happened before but maybe this time you will find enough courage inside you to spring on the occasion. I begin to tend to paperwork behind the counter. The tension builds within you; you are hardly even looking at the movie you are holding any more, thinking about how you might go about this.

You see me going to the door, moving the sign at the front to 'closed' and turning many of the lights out. You could still be able to more or less see what is in the store, though there are enough lights out to see a lot less into the store from outside. This might be your chance. This might be the best chance you have so far got. You take whatever movie it is with you as you try to approach the front counter. You hope you do not look too nervous as you get there.

"Another good movie to watch," I say as I scan it and put it into a bag for you. You can't help but look elsewhere as I do so, trying to sum up the courage as to what to do next. You are again slightly surprised when I say something a little different too you. "You look a little nervous. Are you alright?" Your jaw drops a little, just realizing that I am paying attention to you. I reach across the counter and gently touch your hand. "Come on, you are a valued customer, you can tell me if you want." You try to find the courage to tell me, looking up at me and remembering that you really do want to do some things with me. There seems to be a long gap in our conversation as I look into your eyes. "Besides, you look so much more beautiful when you look happy," I say. Your jaw drops a little more; you did not expect me to say that. You feel my fingers grip yours just a little more tightly.

With my eyes still locked onto yours I slowly, carefully, gently, pull your hand closer to me and softly reach down with my lips and carefully kiss the back of your hand. There is a pause of silence in the room before I say "I admit, I have been trying to build up enough courage to do that for months. Your beauty just gets me every time." My eyes stay locked on yours; your eyes stay locked on mine, still not quite sure how to react. I carefully walk around the shop counter, my hand remaining on yours. I cannot help but stare into your eyes; I cannot help but walk toward you; I cannot help but push myself toward you and gently kiss your lips. It takes you a moment to react to the feeling of surprise and joy as my lips press against yours. Your reaction starts to take control of you, and you kiss back, your tongue grazing my lips.

I pull away for a moment. The thought crosses your mind, wondering if maybe something bad has just happened. It is only a second longer before I plunge back into the kiss, my hand holding the back of your head as my kiss seems to intensify. My tongue pushes into yours as my other hand wraps around your hips, softly pulling you closer to me. You are a little shocked by the feeling of my cock beginning to harden against you. This affirms that I am being honest and really want you. You really want me too, letting my hands hold you close. You feel me gently pull you in my direction as I take a small step back, still holding you against me. Another step is taken as my lips press against your neck. You cannot help but let out a little whimper of happiness as your fantasy begins to take control of you.

Another few steps are taken as we enter the darker part of the store. Your eyes are closed with joy, but you can understand why this part of the store might work better, less likely to been seen from outside. My kisses wander down your neck and press against your shoulder as my hands further explore your body, caressing your back and thigh. One hand seems to slide under your shirt and touch the skin of your back, starting at the bottom in gentle pressing until slowly travelling up your back. You can feel my hand under your shirt against your skin. You cannot help but hope that your shirt leaves you soon. It will not happen by itself though. You begin to undo the buttons of your shirt. As your shirt gets looser against you, my kisses travel down your body, subtly pushing your shirt away. The last button goes, and your shirt falls away, breasts exposed to my kisses.

The rhythm of your breath starts to intensify as my kisses seem to press closer to you. You feel my lower hand grip your hips and explore to your butt. You like the pang of pleasure as my fingers push closer to you. You cannot help but feel a little weak at the knees. I seem to feel that you are losing control and let your body fall slowly towards my arm. My lips cannot escape your gorgeous body as it lowers to the ground. The feeling is a little awkward, but you feel the floor underneath you. You let me slide between your legs as they spread to invite me closer to you. My kisses begin to travel down your body, kissing your belly as you feel my fingers slide across the top of your pants. You cannot help but let your fingers undo your pants and begin to pull them down for me.

One of my hands meet yours and take over the removal of your pants. My kisses wander down your belly and follow closely behind your pants as they are pulled further. You try to help me remove them, but the pleasure of the moment is taking you over. My kisses finally make it to your ankle as your pants are no longer an obstacle. My kisses gently begin to travel up your other leg, from the ankles to your knee, from your knee to your thigh. I look up at you. There is not much light between us, but still, you can see the shine of my eyes as I look into yours. You feel my gentle breath against your thigh as my fingers tease your panties away, your pussy anticipating the pleasure.

One last kiss presses against your thigh, seeming to urge your heartbeat that bit more forward, before you feel my lips embrace your clit. You can feel the pleasure pulse across your body as my mouth against your pussy. You cannot help but grip the back of my head as the pleasure begins to take control of you. You feel a finger slide between your pussy lips as my mouth enjoys the taste of your clit. You cannot help but embrace the ecstasy dripping from your body as you moan quietly. You see the glint of my eyes look up at you, enjoying your pleasure too. Your head cannot help fall back as this feeling takes control over you, my mouth seeming to find just the right spot. My tongue presses against you and enjoys the taste slowly leaking from your body. Another finger pushes into your pussy, seeming to rub just the right spot.

You cannot help but let a call of happiness escape your body. You try to hold back a bit, but it is too difficult. Waves of pleasure seem to have taken over your hips as they gently rock back and forth. You try to keep your hips there for me, you don't want me to stop, but it is too difficult. My pace quickens a bit as I grip your hips as best I can, holding you close to me. You bite your bottom lip, trying not to call out too loudly as your orgasm builds. You try to look toward me, but it is too difficult. You cannot help but lie back, looking up at the ceiling at best. It is too dark to see much, but there is too much pleasure to care much what you see.

My fingers inside you seem to time the lap of my mouth just right. You cannot resist the orgasm anymore. Your body seems to explode like a volcano, your voice calling out intensely as my mouth seems to push against you. The taste of your pleasure urges me on, holding your body against the floor as your hips roll under the influence of the intense feeling within you. Your fingers grip my hair, holding on as best you can as my mouth enjoys all you have to offer. You cannot tell if your eyes are open or closed, but you don't care as the feeling pulses across your body. Orgasmic pleasure wracks across you as you collapse to the floor, my tongue enjoying every drop.