Brice walked up to the counter with a question and a smile. Cassandra immediately recognized him from his pictures- or rather, she thought she did. It was hard to tell in person and in any case, she wasn't about to ask. If it was him, he'd gone a ways out of his way to go shopping for drywall.
"Could you help me find something?"
Normally, she would have declined but seeing as it wasn't very busy- it was nearly closing time- and how she couldn't see another orange apron in sight, she agreed. Besides, if it was the guy from the internet, he was undoubtedly up to something...
"What exactly were you looking for?" She asked, trying to sound as innocent as possible, feeling the blood rush to her face and her palms start to sweat. He wasn't that far behind her, walking fast, his presence in her comfort zone. She could feel him close and for some reason this didn't bother her as much as reason told her it should.
"I need to do some screwing," Brice said, totally deadpan. Cassy's eyebrows arched and she managed not to groan in disgust. "And I need to readjust some plumbing, snake out a blockage."
"I see." It was all she managed to reply to his totally lame and childish innuendo. She led him through the forest of aisles, to a spot she'd known about virtually since the first day there, though she'd never used it. A spot right in the back, between the fixtures and the lamps, where there was empty space inside the plumbing aisle. Normally, displays would be affixed back here but tonight, the space was empty. It was cramped and perfect.
"I think I have what you're looking for in here". She said, trying not to look at his face. He was cute in person too- thank God- and the thought of what she was about to do made her embarrassed. A quart of adrenaline had been dumped into her body now and she started to shiver with anticipation as she ducked down into the dark space and eventually found herself crawling on all fours...
She stopped when she felt him behind her. His hands were sliding along her lower back, running up to her shoulders and neck, griping firmly and sliding back down, applying just enough pressure to feel good. Cassy closed her eyes and bit her lip a little, trying to ignore the nagging feeling of guilt in letting him do this. He'd talked about it before, seemingly jokingly and she's agreed to is weeks before, assuming it would never happen...
His hands moved back up her sides this time, making her arch her back, getting into the feeling of being taken. His hands silently pressed forward, cupping her breasts gently with a perfect amount of teasing where he thought- correctly- her nipples were. Neither said a word as Brice felt her up, though with his slacks pressed into her jeans, she could feel his reaction grow stiffer against her ass. A deep hiss escaped his teeth, exhaling warm and lustful air upon her, a sign that his own control was waning. He wanted to ravish her, to make her feel like the sexiest woman alive, to unleash his desire in and through her very soul, shaking her world to its foundations...
She took in a deep breath, pressing her ass into his crotch. She could feel him pressing into her as well, thrusting his still-clothed member into her soft and now moist behind. Her head twisted to the side as she tried to brush the hair from her face and almost like he read her mind, a hand came up and around to pull it back, before his palm stroked her cheek in as sweet a gesture as the situation allowed. She sighed again and giggled a throaty "oh you're a bastard" giggle, reaching down to rub her increasingly slippery crotch over her zipper. Reaching up under her apron, she undid her button and fly, sliding a hand down between her legs...
Brice took Cassy's cue, and leaned back on his knees, tugging her jeans down to her thighs. Then, one leg at a time, he slid them down to her ankles so she could spread herself as far open as she needed to, for whatever he wanted to do to her. She was waiting for him to decide when she felt his face behind her, his nose buried into her now dripping pussy. He pressed his face in, his tongue probing forward, slipping up and down her lips, pressing forward just enough to make her feel her lips spreading open to admit himself.