It was her day off from class. Tori strolled in, looking for a knife for cooking, a humidifier and some new candles for her tiny apartment. She entered the electronic doors of her favorite store: Bed, Bath & Beyond, along with the $200 gift card in her grasp. She smiled, taking in all the glances from the men past her nineteen years, some noticing the Invader Zim t-shirt, the too-tight, straight-legged Levi's, or the colorfully printed Converse high-top Chuck Taylors. Some noticing the Victoria's Secret bunny hoodie, cut snug to her figure, unzipped, and showing her belly, the innie-button peeking at the top of her jeans, the ears now dangling off the top behind her shoulders. However, most noticed the jiggle, soft and gentle. A sign of a braless figure walking towards them, even if she didn't notice them or their hurried glances or outright staring.
A floor salesman suddenly came up to her in the middle of the aisle, her tiny fingers delicately moving her hair from her eyes, saying, "Welcome to Bed, Bath & Beyond. My name is Julian. Is there something I can help you with?"
She almost stammered, saying as she stared into his brown eyes, over the big smile of cinnamon skin, and dark hair, knowing this man is in his early 40's, "Hi Julian. I'm Tori. I need a nice smelling candle."
Professionally, he said, "Follow me miss."
When his large hand swung back, Tori slipped her tiny, softly hued fingers into his palm. Unprofessionally he smiled, winked and closed his hand leading the petite young girl to the Yankee Candle display.
As they noticed fewer and fewer customers, Tori smiled, already feeling her nipples rising to hard peaks on your belly-showing t-shirt, the hoodie open to reveal that smooth stomach and firm, round breast. Julian saw them standing out against the Invader Zim design, and said, "For the money these are the best candles. They produce very little smoke, and the aroma lingers for some time. All you need to do is choose your scent."
She smiled, pulling the long hair off her eyes, shifting her feet in the skinny jeans, nudging the Converse with the toes, noticing the quiet and his eyes trying not to stare too much at her belly button or the hard nipples poking past the material of the skimpy t-shirt.
"That's good to know," Tori said softly. "But does the wax burn?"
Julian questions you, saying, "Burn?"
A fast hand reaches into the back of her pants, and as her fingers slip into the denim, Julian sneaks a glance at the thong string peeking out of the tight jeans. A swing and a lighter revealed itself, coyly whispering the words, "If someone were to light a candle ... and maybe drip the wax on soft naked skin, would that skin burn? Maybe just leaving a little freckle where the wax landed?"
Julian gulped for a moment. Then an evil grin spread over his lips, his eyes narrowing into slits, watching the nipples rise higher and harder than before against the cartoon image. Tori blushed gently, then smiled again, shy but with mischief on her mind. Her tiny hand reached out, touching his shirt, caressing the bicep and stroking her way down the arm. Her fingers slipped the Zippo into Julian's hands. She smiled, removing the lid of the candle, and peeking quickly over her shoulder, seeing if anyone was coming up the almost-vacant store so early in the morning.
A delicacy came over her body, the flat stomach churning slowly, a small grinding motion in her move, the swivel of her young hips making Julian lick his predatory lips, aching and already rising thick and stiff in his jeans. Tori reached out, smiling, then slowly stroking his chest through his long-sleeve polo shirt, watching him smile, then travelling along his zipper and over his belt, smiling shyly, her eyes aware of his desire to touch her instead of holding a candle or the Zippo.
Tori's black painted nails slid into her jeans, her other hand lifting the t-shirt exposing the perfect rounded nipples, her ripe breast like oranges on the tree. They hung round and full, almost juicy inside the flesh, making Julian glance quickly down the aisle and around before continuing to stare at her. Somehow, the top button was undone and Julian could see the front of her skimpy fluorescent pink thong, the super-tiny strings showing against her creamy flesh, the lightest flecks of freckles showing a little discoloration from maybe too many all-over tans. His brown eyes grew as big as saucers under his black hair, making him wonder if the cops came to the store, would he lose his job, or get to see what the mischievous little angel was going to do with him and the candle.
"You gonna masturbate little trouble-maker," he questioned softly, his eyes darting about, wondering who might come down their aisle and ruin his fun with this uninhibited blonde sprite. "You gonna show Daddy how you like to cum?"
"Maybe," she said softly. Tori already had her fingers down her pants, the fly open and her wrist sticking out, showing her fingers planted inside the skimpy thong. Her voice was singsong but cutting and seductive, despite its high tone: "Do you want to know if I am bald or if my pubes are wispy Mr. Julian?"
Julian licked his lips, ignoring the absolute trouble he could land in, the quagmire that would occur with the clients of the store watching this barely-legal girl playing with herself. Tori's eyes fluttered once, her breath quickly exhaling, her mouth slack and jaw dropping open, making her body convulse lightly, the nipples hard and raising the t-shirts' cartoon character off her perfect belly. Her eyes slightly covered with the bangs of her hair, creeping over her blue-green irises, and her smile filled with lust as well as pleasure. Julian could see she had the palest stomach and smoothest pelvis, perhaps devoid of any pubic hair, covered with the thong panel over her knuckles and the hidden fingers. Never stopping to check around her surroundings, she continued moving her hand around in her tight jeans, manipulating the clit, watching the salesman keep his composure, waiting to see if he would ask her to stop or take it to the next level.
By then nothing else mattered but watching hot little Tori willingly wiggling her fingers inside her thong and making a spectacle of herself. She groaned softly, biting her lower lip, moaning, whimpering, and showing Julian the absolute thrill of being in public did for her responses. Julian gasped, his eyes open wider than saucers, watching her discreetly masturbating in public, and focusing her eyes on his locked gaze. Without looking down, she inched her fingers along the cropped t-shirt, curling the cartoon figure into a stream of wrinkled cotton, lifting it slowly to expose her perfect, hard nipples to his brown eyes.
Julian held a medium candle, the lid somehow already removed, the wick high and outside of the rim of the glass container.
"Light it Daddy." Tori smiled whispered lasciviously, crooning the word 'Daddy' ever so gently, watching his neck muscles jump in delight, lifting the t-shirt fully, wrapping Invader Zim under her chin, over the rise of her cleavage, almost topless in the stores' bright white lights. Her bangle wristbands hung down, a colorful distraction to the amazingly ripe C-cups, small in number but full in weight and maturity for her young, semi-teen years.
Click! Zssss!
Julian flipped the Zippo, causing a flame to jump up, making her lower lips tremble, then stare hard and long at the orange and yellow flame coming out of the tip. The tip of the candle caught the cotton and wax burning calmly, little smoke or odor, nothing to set off the smoke alarms in the store. Julian took his eyes from the gorgeous, round breast, the perky nipples and flat belly, watching the heat illuminate the glass, seeing a small pool of melting wax under the end of the wick.
"Bad bad girl." Julian whispered.
"I am," she replied. "And I am worse than you can imagine."
"I can imagine a lot."
"So can I. Maybe when you're done here we can make some of our mutual dreams come true."
All the time they spoke the wrist continued struggling in the confines of the tight jeans, flesh against the opened zipper, her eyes moving between the pool of melted wax and Julian's stare at her actions and perfectly perky breast. From time to time, he noticed the ass wiggling off the counter, shaking the aisle computer terminal, the odd-stroller passing watching a salesman selling a candle to a very interested young woman. Or at least that's all they could see so long as they didn't walk any closer.
Saliva spittle hung on the tip of her tongue. Her finger seemed to grow longer inside the patch of her thong, the transparent material tented with her wiggling knuckles, all the pleasures unseen except for her facial expressions and lewdness seeping out of her eyes.
Tori's eyes glimmered between the puddle of melted wax and the flame, anticipation and lust coursing through her veins. She gasped audibly, somewhere between a whimper and a whisper. Her lower lip trembled, eyes glazed with lust and the upcoming peak of her pending orgasm.
