When Joe walked into the party store the first thing he noticed was the young Indian guy over by the balloon section. The place was a store catering to any and every holiday and celebration you could imagine. It had opened almost as a pop up store years ago after the local drug store closed. All this time later it was still there and seemed to be doing good business. Joe assumed it was owned by Indians. The old guy at the counter was an Indian and he always seemed to be handling the books as well as checking out customers.
The young guy was new though. And he was hot. Probably in his early twenties. Thin, dark haired and just hot. He was well groomed with closed shaved beard and glasses. He was wearing jeans and a t shirt and Joe was drawn to the bulge in his crotch - whether it was the guy's dick or extra material in his pants, Joe could not tell. But it was making his own dick hard just thinking about it.
Joe was not bad himself — older for sure in his early 50s, but in great shape from consistent running and working out. He had grey hair which looked good for his age. He dressed appropriately, but his jeans fit him well and were tight in the right places.
He was at the store just to get some paper plates and place setting for a little roof top party he was throwing. He knew exactly where everything was but made his way over the young guy just the same.
"Hello," Joe said.
"Hey," said the guy. "Can I help you?" Standing closer to this kid Joe could smell a strong musky woody man scent that only made him hornier. Fuck. Who was this guy. He looked him in the eyes and smiled.
"Hey, yeah, I am looking for some plates and settings for a party I am throwing but I don't see the exact color I am looking for." Joe knew this place had basically every color imaginable in every shade imaginable but it was the only thing he could think of to engage the guy. "My name is Joe by the way," he said as he extended his hand.
"Raj," he said as he shook Joe's hand. "Nice to meet you. We have those items right over here." He also made eye contact with Joe. Almost flirty eye contact. Joe was not sure.
Joe followed Raj over to the plate section and, sure enough, there were more colors than imaginable. Joe punted with the whole thing.
"You guys have the best selection. I was hoping for something a bit lighter in than the yellows you have here — I know it sounds ridiculous but I am trying to match a table cloth and other things that I already have.
As they spoke, Joe could feel some energy between them. The guy's eyes smile as the spoke. They were so brown, Joe felt he could fall into them. He smiled too as they talked — just kept himself open.
"No problem man — we may have more in the back — we have like everything here — I can go check."
"Awesome, I really appreciate it." Joe thought for a second, "maybe I could go back with you? That way if you have multiple things back there I can identify them with out you having to bring stuff out."
Raj seemed to think about it — at the same time he kept eye contact with Joe. "Yea, that sounds good — we don't usually do that — as long as you promise not to judge the condition of the storeroom — we are just organizing after a huge shipment."
"Ha, no worries about that," said Joe. "I can only imagine the volume you go through here. All good."
Joe had been to this store many times — it was quite large — probably covered the combined space several stores generally occupied. As many times as he had been here he had never noticed any sort of entry to a storeroom or backroom or anything like that. He was surprised following Raj to the back at of the store where it was located — it was really almost hidden between two displays in the back.