I was cleaning at work, it was getting late and the snow was piling up outside. The park service had closed the building and turned all the other lights off about an hour ago and now it was just me upstairs, getting the gift shop ready to close.
My favorite tall dark and handsome customer had been in earlier and I'd gotten to give myself a small buzz from flirting with him. He was in every weekend and always talked to me about that my job must be the best on earth, getting to work in the National Park and on the mountain like this.
I liked my job, sure, but I liked seeing him more. Just a glimpse in a day could fuel my fantasies for weeks.
I started up the vacuum and put Kings of Leon on the cd player loud, since that always gets me thinking about sex anyhow, so I knew listening to them would enhance my little imaginary world.
I was dancing a little while I moved the vacuum back and forth, really getting into the music as my favorite song, Four Kicks, begins and I got a feeling like someone was watching me. I stood very still and turned around. The door to our storage closet, which had a ladder leading up to an attic the park service used, was standing open. I moved to turn around again just as hands slid forward over my hip bones.
I turned my head and there he was: a fantasy come to life.
I gasped, just a tiny sound, but he must've heard it because he smiled wickedly and knowingly as I looked up into his face over my own shoulder. He was so tall, had I forgotten how tall he was in the hour since I'd seen him?
"I... grrrg..." I blushed at my choking inability to finish the sentence. He was just so handsome, and he smelled so good, and he was tall and his eyes so dark... and he was so very, very close to me all of a sudden. What was happening to me? Had I finally lost my mind? Was this an embolism from the daily rides up and down 5000 feet of mountain? Maybe it was like the legendary rapture of the deep... rapture of the mountains.
Whatever it was, I wasn't going to turn him away.
His big hands moved and he smiled at my blushes as he turned me to face him. He slid his hands over my hips and behind me to rest on the lowest part of my back, not really touching my bottom but hinting at a wish to do so.
I reached up and touched his face, feeling silly, but not being able to help it. Was he really here?
My player switches to "Revelry" as I look at him and I clear my throat.
"I thought you'd left...?" I finally manage to complete the sentence I'd tried to start earlier.
He looks and me and gently squeezes my sides before he speaks. "I'm friends with a Ranger... I asked a favor." His deep dimple winks at me as he continues to show off those white teeth with that ever present grin, and I dip the tip of my finger into the dip of it for a moment. He laughs.
"Why would you do that?" I am realizing by now that my voice has a note of awe to it, and that I'm getting small shivers as I do in the crescendo of this song every time I hear it.
He runs a thumb up and down on the dip of my spine and leans down to whisper in my ear. As he does, my hands slide down to grip his wide shoulders.
"I can't get enough." His soft voice whispers.
I notice the player has changed to the song "Be Somebody" and he's copping the lyrics for a line. I can't seem to care that it's a cheap ripoff... it hits me right in my warmest areas anyhow. I move a little closer and inadvertently stretch my neck, inviting his lips.
He takes the hint I hadn't consciously meant to give him and lets his lips trail down my throat. I moan, rubbing my chest against his. His thumb keeps up those lazy motions on my back, his hands relaxed on me, his body loose and easy in his stance. How can he be so calm when I'm already spiraling toward oblivion from a few mere brushes of sensation?
He unbuttons the top of my blue uniform shirt, moving his lips over my collar bone and into the opening he's made.
"Derek..." I sigh... and I realize it's the first time I've called him by name. I only know it from reading his credit card before I run it.
He scrapes his five o'clock shadow across the top curve of my breast, branding me and tickling me and burning my skin in just the right way. "Josie..." he says it in his low voice across my sensitive skin... It vibrates through my breast bone and gives me chills. He must know it from my name tag, even though I usually forget to wear it.
He's walked us back a few steps and I feel my shoulders hit something solid and then the clanking of glassware falling about.
"Oh shit!" I laugh and move off the display... I step away from him too, but grab his hand. I lead him to the sales counter and hoist my large-ish, round-ish ass up onto it. I spread my legs and pull him to stand in between.
"Here's better." I say. And at this height, his being so much taller than me doesn't matter. He does the hands on the hips thing again, which I'm coming to really adore, but this time when he slides them to my back he gives my ass a quick squeeze, grinding me against him intimately. I mumbled a delicious and delighted, 'ummmmmm..." and grab him by the face and finally kiss him for real. I slide my tongue along his lips and into the warmth of his mouth and he moves his hands upward until they're in my hair and he can guide the kiss himself as he takes over. He kisses like he's hungered for me and it makes me so wet I almost worry about the fact that I've got my favorite satin panties on. His mouth meets mine with heat and he kisses slow but hot, moving his tongue all over my mouth, like he's memorizing me, while his lips are soft but firm. I nibble his bottom lip a little, unable to help myself, and he groans.
I find my hands have moved between us, to feel the length of him hard behind the placard of his jeans. God, he's enormous. It won't matter. I'm so wet and open for him already that he could shove it into me with no more foreplay at all and I'd probably just come on the spot.
I grind against him and my own hands, still down there, now fiddling with the button above his zipper. He grabs the bottom of my blue polo and pulls it up over my head, making me move my hands from their little foray. My bra seems to fall off quickly after that.
They keep the building so warm for the tourists who come in from the snow that there's now way the goosebumps on my flesh are from cold... no, they're from him, from anticipation. He runs his hands up my arms briskly like he's warming me.
"Not cold." I say, dumbly, "Too hot... you." I somehow can't even make a whole sensible sentence already.
What have this man and my fantasies of him done to my poor brain?
I lick my lips, missing his kisses already. He leans forward and licks them too.
I giggle and playfully slap him. "Cute." I tell him. He just looks at me for a moment and I'm worried he's going to get doubtful so I pull my ankles together behind him and it scoots my bottom forward so I'm wrapped around him like second skin, grinding my crotch into his and writhing on him. That fox-like grin comes back to his face and he leans down to kiss me, then moves his mouth to nibble my earlobe. Oh, God, first the neck and now this, I may come before I am ever out of my black dress pants. The man seems to know all my favorite spots without any prior experience of me at all.
My hands are everywhere now, feeling up under his t-shirt, noting the muscles of his back and stomach, so well defined and such a contrast to my own soft, round self. He must have left his snow gear in the attic. I bet it was hot up there, waiting for closing, waiting for me.
I remember my previous mission and return my hands to his jeans, fumbling again with the button. I am too distracted by his licking, kissing, and nuzzling of my neck, my mouth, my breasts, to really do the job.
"Derek... I want..." I pull, trying to undo his pants. His chuckle is low and intimate as he moves his hips back from me and I whimper.
"Not yet." He says mischievously as he moves lower on my breast, tonguing my nipple, his hands on my sides, thumbs in the softness of the flesh of my belly, moving up and down. I love how I can tell he loves what he's feeling, how he revels in the give of my body under his hands.
