-Welcome to the third short story in my "* Me" series! I can't thank you enough for the feedback you've sent my way. Keep it coming! I want to hear what you'd like to read next. Enjoy! ~SWE
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Emily ran to the fitting room, zipping up her turquoise uniform vest as she went. She was running late as usual. She reached up to put her water bottle on the shelf behind the desk when a strong musky masculine scent overcame her. Cologne. Emily was so focused on getting ready for the start of her shift, that she didn't even notice the young man behind the desk. He was gorgeous! Curly brown hair, green eyes, a smile to die for, and a body that...well...
"Okay, you're not Betty, and you're
definitely
not Pam. What are you doing here?" His smile alone made her tingle between her legs. The extreme reaction threw her for a loop.
"I'm usually over in sporting goods, but they needed someone to cover the phones." He stuck out his hand. "I'm Kurt, by the way."
She smiled and placed her hand in his. The grasp lingered a bit longer than was probably appropriate. "I'm so sorry, Kurt," she teased. "About the phones, I mean." Covering the phones was a thankless job. Customers could be total assholes sometimes. Her face flushed beneath his gaze. "I'm Emily." Fuck, he smelled incredible. She just stood there a few moments, drinking in the scent of him. "Shit! I mean crap," she corrected herself hastily. "I forgot to clock in!"
Kurt knew exactly where she needed to go to clock in, but he was determined not to move. Emily squeezed between him and the wall to scan her badge at the computer. Her breasts brushed against his muscular arm, quickening her heartbeat. He smiled to himself, enjoying the contact as well.
Emily stepped back and cleared her throat nervously. "Sooo...at the risk of sounding totally creepy...you smell really good!"
"Thanks!"
Oh my god, he had dimples! How had she not noticed that before? She stepped back to increase the distance between them, knocking a few hangers off the rack behind her in the process. She bent down to pick them up. As she stood, her eyes came in direct contact with the sizable bulge between his legs. She said a silent thank you to management for once again allowing jeans in the workplace, and then placed the hangers back on the rack next to her. Emily felt like the temperature had gone up twenty degrees in the last minute. She pulled the white scrunchie off of her wrist, and pulled her thick blond hair back into a ponytail.
"What's the name of the cologne?" she asked, wanting to ease the awkwardness, but realizing the question probably only made it worse.
"It's called—" The phone rang, putting an abrupt end to their conversation.
As Kurt answered the call, Emily busied herself with returning clothes that had been tried on to the salesfloor. The swimsuit section was a disaster. Bikini tops and bottoms were scattered all over the floor. She picked up a handful along with their hangers, and went back to the cart by the fitting room desk so she could chat with Kurt as she worked.
He watched her closely as she handled the sexy string bikinis. She could feel his eyes on her, and would periodically look up so they could lock eyes. Every once in a while, the intoxicating scent of his cologne would tease her nostrils. Emily had read countless romance novels that spoke of highly charged sexual encounters, but she could never relate. Until now. She had never been so turned on. Usually it took a guy with an over the top personality to catch her attention. Not this time. Her attraction to Kurt almost defied description.
Emily glanced down at the pile of swimwear in front of her, and picked up a lacy blue two-piece that was surprisingly skimpy for NelMart. She held it up by her face. "What do you think, Kurt? Do you think it'd bring out the blue in my eyes?" She batted her eyelashes seductively.
"I guess..."
She examined the price tag. Damn, it was already on clearance. "Okay, this may need to happen!" She rounded the desk, pulled out the fitting room keys from the top drawer, and unlocked one of the doors.
"What are you—"
"Shh!" Emily looked around to make sure none of the managers were in sight. "Cover for me, 'kay?"
Within two minutes, she reappeared, wearing nothing but the tiny string bikini. Kurt's breath caught as he took in the view of her sexy curves. She filled out the top nicely, he noted. She spun around so she could check out her ass in the mirror of the open fitting room. Sensing Kurt's gaze, Emily wiggled a bit, as if testing out the comfort of the garment. He swallowed hard. The lump in his throat wasn't the only thing that was hard...
"I'll take it," she grinned. Satisfied with the fit, Emily stepped back into the fitting room. "Hey, Kurt?" she called out.
"Yeah?"
"Can you please come and untie me?"
Simultaneously excited and terrified, he walked over to the doorway. He reached for the knot at the back of her neck and pulled it loose. The tiny top fell to the floor, exposing her creamy white breasts. Their gaze met in the mirror. They both knew this was no accident. Kurt shoved her further into the tiny room, and shut the door before anyone could see her. It was a tossup which made his heart race more, the sight of her incredible body, or the fear that their bosses might catch them. He leaned into the counter, hoping the phone would ring to distract him, because heaven help him, he wanted nothing more than to grab one of those beautiful breasts and suck on it. He glanced at his watch, wondering when they'd send him back to sporting goods. He didn't want to go, but he was afraid of what might happen if he and Emily had to work together for the duration of their shifts.
As Emily exited the fitting room, the voice of her department manager crackled over the radio, asking her to put up a clearance sign over the bras on the wall next to the fitting room.
"I'll do it," Kurt volunteered. He pulled a nearby bench over to the wall as Emily grabbed a sign from the shelf in back. He stepped up onto the bench as she handed him the sign, giving her an eye-level view of his tight, denim-clad ass.
Holy shit! She battled with herself about whether or not she should reach out and pinch that amazing ass of his. On one hand, it could be construed as sexual harassment. But on the other, she was a thousand percent certain that he was as drawn to her as she was to him. Before she could commit to pinching him, he jumped off the bench and started shoving it back into place. "Nice ass," she winked as she slapped his butt on his way past.
He shook his head and laughed as she picked up more garments to take back to the floor. He admired the gentle sway of her hips as she walked toward the intimates section. "Back atcha!" he called after her. She smiled, satisfied that she had indeed gotten to him.
They worked independently for another hour or so, Emily folding messy tables, and Kurt watching the phones. She always found an excuse to pass by the fitting room, and each time that cologne of his made her want to pull him into one of the fitting rooms and...
The sound of a loaded L-cart clattering down the aisle caught their attention. The department manager presented them with a cart full of freight to stock, mostly men's socks and underwear. Emily and Kurt welcomed the team project. The first couple boxes stocked quickly; they were basic multi-packs of socks and briefs. The phones had been keeping Kurt close to the counter. Upon slitting open the next box, Emily spotted something metallic. She reached into the box and pulled out a pair of red, white, and blue metallic boxer briefs, complete with white stars on the waistband. She whistled softly, thinking it was surprisingly risqué for NelMart. "Whoa, Kurt, check these out!" she said, holding them up, and then flipping them over to show him the back as well.
His eyebrows lifted. "Are those for men?"
"Yes, sir!" She smiled over at him. "You need these in your life."
I need these, on you, in my life.
He blushed at the thought. His reaction gave Emily an idea. Still holding the boxer briefs, she ran over to the phone. She leaned in, her breasts coming to rest on his arm, as she hit the Night Service button. That would route any incoming calls to customer service while they took their 15-minute break.
"What are you—"
Emily grabbed his hand and pulled him into one of the small rooms. "You're gonna try these on," she ordered, handing him the underwear.
"I am, am I?" he teased, his gaze smoldering with desire.
"You are," she insisted, her mouth suddenly parched.
"You realize it's against policy to try on under—"
"Fuck policy! I'll buy them! Now try the damn things on! Please!"
He chuckled as he unfastened his jeans. She seriously wanted to fuck him, he thought smugly. But why wasn't she helping him with his pants? Emily leaned against the wall, pretending to be disinterested.
Women.
Kurt stepped out of his jeans, and then turned his back to her so he could pull off his boxers. He no sooner had the new briefs on when he felt a delicate hand on his ass.
"You fill those out nicely, Kurt," she said as she pressed her warm soft body into his back. Her nipples tingled from the contact. She wrapped her arms around him tightly and put her mouth close to his ear. "Show me the front," she commanded, her whisper making him shiver.
She backed up as he turned around. Oh my...he was even bigger than she imagined! She admired his sizable cock covered in metallic silver fabric. Emily smiled her approval.
"You like?"
"Me love," she corrected, wondering if the comment made her sound desperate. She tilted her head. "How do they feel? They aren't too tight, are they?" Emily ran a finger from the base of his cock up to the tip, as if trying to judge the tightness of the fabric. She ran her finger back and forth across the head, making his cock bob.
"Pleased with yourself?" Kurt asked, smiling down at her. She curled her hand around his shaft. "I'll take that as a 'yes'."
She knelt down in front of him, caressing his throbbing dick through the fabric. "That cologne of yours drives me wild, you know that?" she said, her hot breath teasing him all the more. She cupped his balls, and kissed him base to tip. He resisted the urge to whip himself out so he could fuck her mouth. Emily ran her finger lightly around the perimeter of his cock, reveling in his sharp intake of air. "You need these," she said, suddenly standing up.
Wait, what? He wasn't sure what to say, but he was certain that "hey, I thought you were gonna give me a blowjob" wasn't it. Overcome with the desire to touch her, he pinned her against the wall and reached up to cup her breast. She sighed her consent. "I hope you plan to finish what you started," he whispered in her ear. A tiny moan escaped her lips as she nodded. She reached down and freed his cock as he captured her mouth, kissing her tentatively at first. Her tongue fell into rhythm with his. She jerked him off to the speed of their kiss, heightening his arousal. Their breaths grew ragged as she worked him to climax.
"Emily? Kurt?" It was Erika, the department manager. Fuck.
"Hey, sorry, Erika," Emily called out through the door, pulling at the hem of her shirt to smooth out the wrinkles. "I had to take a call from my doctor, and wanted a little privacy." Kurt dressed in record time as Emily slipped out the door, leaving him inside.
Erika waved off her concern. "No worries. You were due for your 15 anyway." She looked over at the half empty cart. "Nice job with the freight, by the way. Has Kurt been able to help you much, or have the phones been pretty obnoxious this morning?"
Emily cringed at the thought of talking about her hot co-worker. "Oh, he's been great!"
He sure was,
her inner voice chided.
"Good. Management and I thought he'd fit in well over here.' She picked up a tiny piece of paper from the floor and tossed it into the trash can next to the counter. "Where is he, anyway?"
