《Musings》A little passion behind the shop pt.1
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She had been working at the barber shop for a couple of months now, she had gotten the job straight out of trade school. This shop was close enough to home and family that she didn’t really have much of a commute. Her boyfriend lived a town away and he would visit as often as he could. He had been working the last couple nights when she got off so it had been a few days since she had seen him. Sure they had texted and she had been trying to get him into sexting but he kept falling asleep half way through while she was getting herself warmed up and was starting to take pics and send them. The next morning he had apologized profusely saying he was very tired from work and that he was very sorry.
That “sorry” wasn’t doing anything to curb the need and getting started to then have it go nowhere wasn’t good either. The shift had been going fine, there had been a steady flow of customers and she had a few good tippers. It was just about the lunch break and she hadn’t bothered to bring anything as she really didn’t get that hungry during her shifts. Almost on cue the boyfriend shows up just as she signs out for lunch. She puts on her stern face as he walks in the front door, she motions for him to follow and leads him out the back of the building behind the strip center where the shop was located. Nothing out here but a row of dumpsters every fourth shop. He once again says he is sorry for falling asleep. She plays at being upset with him for a while, she knows she can’t let him get away with that without any repercussions or he will think its ok to pull that kind of stuff all the time.
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After a few minutes of letting her latin temper out on him she calms down and takes a breath. He leans slightly to kiss her and she accepts the kiss in earnest. Between giving him the talking to and the urge that had been building up in her, his lips felt like fire. What started out as a quick kiss just kept going and going. He had wrapped his arm around her at the waist and the other was snaking its way towards the back pocket of her jeans. It's right about this moment that her fiery anger starts to lessen and it is a different kind of fire starts to burn hotter. It has been a while since she had felt his hands on her. The one hand held her close, while his other hand started to squeeze her firm ass. She kissed him back with a little more rigor this time, pushing into him. both of their mouths opened, and their tongues started to intermingle. the hand that had till now been grabbing the back pocket of her jeans worked its way into her waistline, grabbing a handful of the caramel colored flesh of her ass. A small sort of moan escaped her lips, as he grabbed firmly and pulled her waste into his body. She could feel him start to firm up through the front of both of their pants. In reaction to this she could also feel her body readying itself for what it thought might be coming. She could feel herself moisten a bit between her legs and her nipples began to harden and poke into the padding of her bra. She pulled back a moment and looked into her boyfriend’s eyes as he looked back at her, his eyes searching for some kind of clue or hint as to what she wanted him to do. She let out a bit of a sigh and looked both ways down the long alley behind the stores. There was no signs of anyone else being there. She looked at him, “You are lucky I am more horny than I am mad at you.” She reached one hand down and started rubbing the front of his pants the bulge under her hand growing firmer with every motion. With her other hand she worked at the buttons on the front of her own jeans. She got the button undone and then the zipper down. The blue fabric kept on now only by how tight they were over her wide hips and voluptuous behind. Once to this point she looked up and down the alley again while still grasping vigorously at the front of his pants. She squatted down to eye level with the focus of her current attentions and quickly undid his belt and button and zipper. She pulled the pants down to his knees and as he realized he was now standing in this alley down to his boxers she started to quickly dart his head back and forth making sure no one was watching.
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