Paper People

I had been in the little shop many times. It's gotten difficult to find decent greeting cards at major retailers. So often the options are crass and tacky, and I don't mind paying a few dollars more for quality stationary at local gift shops. For this particular visit to the Paper Company, I was in the market for a birthday card for my friend Jane. It was my first time there since the mask requirement was lifted, and I remember because it was the first time I got to see the clerk's face. Not that I didn't have a crush on her already. She was petite and fair, with thick hair she'd dyed grey with a tint of lavender, and sweet eyes that punctuated her overall fairy aesthetic. She often wore an oversized sweater and a cloth mask with flowers stitched into the fabric. But no mask this time. She greeted me with a stunning, wide smile and I got my first look at the modest diamond stud in her nose. I don't know if she recognized me. I bought most of my cards at the Paper Company, but I had always been masked also, and I suspected her warmth was offered to every customer equally.

"Can I help you find anything?" she asked.

"I need a birthday card for my friend."

"Check the turnstile," she said. "If nothing strikes your fancy we can take a look out back."

I was a bit surprised by the suggestion. The card selection was always broad and appealing and even if I didn't find the right one, I would never have presumed I could go behind the counter. Granted, there was little formality to the Paper Company. The storefront enjoyed floor-to-ceiling windows on three walls, and otherwise kept only a small office out back for overstock. I said thanks and browsed to myself for a few minutes.

It was mostly quiet, save for a gentle playlist that sounded from a Bose speaker by the cash. Likely curated by the clerk herself, I didn't recognize most of the songs. They were indie-sounding and breathy. She and I were the only two in the store so, however unexpected, I knew she had to be talking to me when she asked for some help lifting a box. When I turned, I realized she was calling from the office and I helped myself behind the counter and entered meekly.

"Sorry, you meant me, right?"

She smiled, involving her eyes and showing how easily she'd always enchanted me from behind a mask. "Can you get that box down?" she asked.

Now, I'm not exactly an avenger. Average height and on the skinnier side of an average build. Of course I was taller and stronger than the clerk, but the medium-sized box in the middle shelf didn't present as too substantial for any adult. It was growing clear, the box was simply a device to lure me into the office. I slid it from the shelf and asked where she'd like it. She pointed to the floor corner and removed her sweater. Just like that, with no hesitation. It was gone, and beneath was a cream-coloured silk bra with lace that hanged down from her small but perky chest, over the top of her flat stomach. Her skin was porcelain white and she had just a few small moles which I found unbelievably sexy. It's typically rude to stare but I don't imagine she minded, and anyway, I was too stunned to speak.

She asked, "Can you do me another favour while I have you?"

I nodded, consciously trying to seem easy and not betray my exuberance. It was impossible to hide for long though, with her next move being to step into my immediate space and lean her tight little body against me. With each hand, she rained her fingertips down my sides, starting at my shoulders and ending at my belt, where she hooked her fingers and tugged just a little. It wasn't expressly clear if there was in fact a specific favour she needed from me, but there was no question I was free to act on my instincts. I leaned down to kiss her lips, but she dodged me coyly and I landed my mouth on her neck. She released a deep sigh of anticipation so I stayed there, kissing her gently between her collarbone and hairline, and I exhaled similarly when I felt her hand move below my belt and begin grazing the imprint of my hard cock.

The first time my hands touched her I was conservative. I chose to take her face into my hold and I kissed her deeply. Once locked there, I dropped my hands to her hips and gripped snugly around her tiny waist. She was wearing jeans, and the odd stolen look revealed she was barefoot. It occurred to me I might never have seen her below the ankles before; she was always behind the counter. I tried to remain as graceful as possible, kicking off my own shoes, and I knew also that it was a risk to do it at all. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. There was a chance this would end without progressing beyond a steamy make-out between two strangers in a storage office, but if my shoes came off, it meant we were agreeing to a continuance. And they did come off, and I manoeuvred it pretty smoothly, though it cost me about an inch of height. I hoped I could make up for it elsewhere.

The clerk returned to my belt - the buckle this time. Swiftly, she unfastened it and then my button-fly, and she slid her hand down the front of my pants, grabbing me and coaxing my profound turn-on. Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. You go about life, passing beautiful women in stores and on sidewalks, and you wonder what it would be like to abandon all else with them and free fall into a tizzy of carnal passion. You can get through quite sufficiently on the fantasies alone. But it never actually happens. It never just falls into your lap like this. Never so literally. My inexperience in such spontaneity could explain why I stuck to following her lead. I unbuttoned her jeans and traced my hands around her hips, cutting low and circling back to the top of her perfect, heart-shaped ass. Then I pulled her pants down, yanked them past the subtle curve of her figure and let them fall to the floor.

She pulled back from me and smiled. It was tantalising of course, but it was sweet too, like she was having fun. Now I had the chance to really observe how incredibly hot she was. Her bra remained on, and the only other thing she wore was a matching g-string. It had flowers in the lace and satin lines running around her waist and into the valley between her cheeks.

She pointed at my torso and whispered, "You next. Off with it."

I peeled off my shirt and paused, awaiting my next direction. She didn't point this time, but merely toggled her glance downward and raised her eyebrows. Getting the message, I dropped my already loosened pants, exposing the full engorgement beneath my boxers. She took a step toward me, laid her fingers on my bare chest and traced them downward, bringing her whole self down too and dropping to her knees. Then she tugged off my underwear, and looked giddily at what I had for her at eye level. She took my dick in her grasp and placed it between her lips. At first, she teased the tip, rotating her tongue around and working the shaft with her hand. I reached behind me to brace against the desk. She felt amazing immediately, and all the more so when she took me deeper into her mouth. Closing snugly around my cock, she sucked and pumped into the shallows of her throat, increasing her speed and causing me to breath heavily. Before long, I was letting out moans and uncontrollably tilting my head back in a full-body rapture. She began employing her second hand, gripping me like I needed taming and continuing to bathe me with her tongue and juicy lips. We only stopped to temper our volume when we heard the bell at the entrance of the store, followed by soft footsteps. I slapped a hand over my mouth, and the clerk slowed the blowjob but refused to stop it entirely. We carried on for a few minutes, hoping the bell would sound again to mark the newcomer's exit. Instead, we heard their voice.

"Hello? Is anyone here?"

The clerk drew her mouth from my cock and looked up at me, gleefully unworried. She placed her index finger at her lips and we waited in silence. I just hanged there, throbbing and desperate for more. The stranger's voice asked again if anyone was near, but when nobody answered, they soon whisked the door open and were gone into the daylight.

We both laughed in relief. She rose to her feet and, in the same motion, unhooked her bra and it dropped to the floor. Her tits were proportional to her size. Like the rest of her nearly naked body, they were milky white and sublimely postured. Her nipples were small and pink, although I couldn't fully see them until she brushed her hair behind her shoulders. At every stage, she seemed happy to allow me to take her in full view, like an invitation to capture detailed memories. But this time I pursued the lead and pushed myself eagerly off the edge of the desk, grabbing her and kissing her softly, repeatedly from her lips down to her stomach. I massaged her breasts in each hand, and eventually clawed at her buttocks. Moving my face closer to her under region, I kissed over the thong and rubbed my fingers below, where her clit was hidden. Soon I heard her familiar exhales and I sneakily looked up to spot her with closed eyes and a look of totally relaxed pleasure. Then I collected the satin straps and pulled down, slowly bringing her panties to her ankles and showing me her pussy.

She was pristinely hairless and her opening was almost without folds; just an elegant slit guiding to the passage within. Crouching and caressing her sides, I moved my head between her legs and began licking. She was soaking wet and tasted so good, almost sweet, and now it was her turn to moan. She withheld nothing, even whimpering a little. I wish I'd had more time to explore there, but she quickly reclaimed control and reached to bring me back to eye level. We stood face to face, both entirely disrobed. In the back of my mind, I was aware of the sudden change of everything. Last time I came to the Paper Company, we wore masks to protect against each other, to stifle the intimacy of human interaction. And what a swing in the other direction. I came for a birthday card, and in a tornado of impulse, found myself aching for the body of the sexy fairy girl I'd always quietly crushed on. We both glistened from each others' touch and our hearts raced from a need to resume.

The clerk spun herself around, presenting me with her ass, and she leaned against the desk.

"Fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me so bad."

I wanted to put my mouth on every inch of her. Her back was the purest version of the blank slate of her slender figure, and each of her butt cheeks was flawless and round. Advancing, I pressed my whole self onto her, reaching around to grab her tits, and nibbling on her neck and ear. My cock pressed snugly against her butt. She felt so smooth I couldn't resist grinding there for a moment. I felt her legs widen just slightly and took it as my cue to lead myself inside of her. I went slowly, and as she took me deeper she leaned her body lower over the desk. When I made my full penetration, she emitted a euphoric "yes" to serve as my confirmation of mutual joy. Gradually, I began pumping, assuredly holding her waist and thrusting us together and apart at an increasing pace. Her delicate little ass bounced again and again off my front, and she was sure to take her turn committing the bulk of the effort, during which she'd draw my rod in deep and shimmy her butt around against me. It was an insatiable hunger on both sides, and we both groaned and exhaled in delight.

The entire experience had been so overwhelmingly hot that it was a miracle I hadn't over-exerted myself already, but when it got to the point where I risked closeness, the clerk acted on instinct and shifted us. She used the desk to hoist herself off my cock and she turned around to face me. She wore a tremendous smile, open-mouthed and wry. Determined not to stop anything, she pumped me with her hand while she crawled backwards onto the desk. Then she sat on the lip, and we kissed before she lowered her back flat and spread her legs. Her pussy was pinked and moist, and at perfect dicking level. It's where we touched first as I climbed on top of her and slid in with ease and comfort. We fucked like that for minutes or days - I couldn't know for sure. Everything else was gone and all that existed was our heavenly fit. She progressed from heavy breathing to moaning to practical shouting as she yelped encouraging "yeahs" and begged me for more. The desk, to its credit, held strong, and if it was hard as a surface, it wasn't too hard to overshadow the extraordinary physical bliss we were sharing.

It was just a dim storage room that doubled as an office. But it wasn't one with personal effects; only metal shelves and boxes stamped with the Paper Company logo. The store's clerk was my own paper company that afternoon; her skin pale and pure; her words few but memorable; her gestures everything. She bit my lip and leaned forward to urge me up. I stepped onto the floor and she scooted over so I could take my turn on the bottom. I was sure to see all of her again as she swung her leg over me and straddled above. She lowered onto me and began sliding up and down, almost instantly at our maximum previous speed. I didn't lay my back flat. Instead I sat forward, and she rode me upright, her breasts bouncing against me. And we went on kissing, but constantly paused to let out cries of pleasure. "I'm going to come," she said eventually. It wasn't a whisper like most things she said. She announced it excitedly. "Make me come, baby. Make me-- Yeah! Yeah, make me-- Oh my god, yes! Yes! Yes!" And her voice broke and she altogether stopped breathing for a moment, her eyes clenched tight and her mouth hung open. Then she gasped outward, and slowly gathered her oxygen before unleashing a giddy smile, giggling a little and kissing me deeply.

"Are you ready?" she asked. I nodded, and she rose up off me, took my hips in her hands and bent down to suck me dry. She worked her lips and hands around my shaft, and involved my full length. When I told her I was about to come, she gargled "good" and kept at it. I let loose and sent an entire session's pent up enthusiasm into her mouth. My whole body writhed with a chilling sensation, and my thoughts went white and luminous. She'd brought on absolute ecstasy. When she felt me go, she began to slow but kept going for a while. But soon she pulled back and looked up and smiled again. I loved her smile.

At last, the additional favour she'd requested kind of spoke for itself. She grabbed her underwear and mine in a ball and she held both pairs against my chest. Then she laughed and said, "When we can do that for each other, who needs greeting cards?"

I took the delicates into my fist and held onto hers as a souvenir. After we'd redressed and I picked out a birthday card for Jane, the clerk held a little gift bag open so I could stash our secret within. She winked at me and said, "It's a shame your friend only has one birthday a year." I assured her I had plenty of reasons to buy greeting cards, which was true anyway, although now I had a new reason - a dominant reason. Of course sometimes I go in just to browse. There's no pressure to buy anything. Not as long as it's a quiet day in the shop and we both jump at the opportunity to fuck each other dizzy in the back room. We don't need to say much. There's always next time.