“Yes sir,” said Gary as he watched the double doors for any sign of Mindy to appear and when she did she looked directly into Gary’s eyes, smiled then studied the men before her as she sashayed right by them on her way to her cashier station tapping Gary’s hand as she swished by.
After Gary punch his timecard he went to the manager’s office and closed the door, sat down and waited. Gary was given the dry goods section, explained his tasks and the expectations of his performance as the new grocery stocker. He began feeling better about his future but he wanted to know if Mindy would be a part of it.
At 11:15, Gary glanced around the store at all the different people doing things for and with each other. He had to giggle a little at the young woman having issues with her screaming child and the old man and woman holding hands as if they were on their first date. Gary knew time was approaching when he had to ask a complicated question and his thoughts began to decipher how and what to ask.
Fifteen minutes later, Gary was sitting in the break room with a beautiful blonde listening carefully while Mindy spoke softly about the people she knew, her likes and dislikes, her favorite color, her tabby cat, her most embarrassing moment and the guy she dated in junior high who dumped her after he got what he wanted. Gary felt she was avoiding the subject of getting naked and fucking the living shit out of each other, and he wondered when the beautiful woman would stop talking. After a half hour of hearing the girl blab on and on, Gary blinked then said softly, “I wanna lick your pussy,” then Gary giggled inside when Mindy didn’t respond instead kept talking like nothing he said could interrupt her.
By 5 o’clock Gary had been so numbed by a chatty hot blonde he never thought he’d be thinking what he was thinking. At 6:30 he found himself standing on the stoop of a quaint Spanish style house with a thoroughly cleansed body, manicured hands with no ring, a hint of classic cologne wafting in the air, a desire to recapture a moment long ago, and while he gazed at a small doorbell button with an incredible sense he was about to live his illusion he realized he had complete control over the weapon between his loins.
When Lane answered the door, she saw a confident young man the way a woman sees desire not the way a seasoned porn actress sees her partner in the next scene. Gary saw a beautiful blonde woman dressed in a shear nightgown covering a pair of naked breasts with a dainty white panty hiding the cavities he desperately wanted to explore. Lane’s heart began to pound in her chest because she knew Gary was there for one reason and knowing her student was determined she said softly, “Gary.”
Without speaking, Gary stepped inside Lane’s space, then turned to close the door, locked it, chained it then threw the deadbolt as he said, “Let’s take this to the bedroom, Elaine.”
Their hands gently entwined then Gary led the woman down the hall to a tiny room decorated like a little girl’s bedroom, covered with shades of pink and white lace. After Gary had escorted Lane into the room they entered a new space as if they had journeyed into a different dimension. Gary’s nostrils filled with a blend of feminine fragrances only found in the air of a woman in lust. He waltzed Lane around to face him then the couple embraced and felt their bodies surrender to each other. Gary lowered his head and gently pressed his lips against Lane’s soft lips and with a gentle kiss forced Lane’s insides to quiver. When Lane felt his passion she began wetting her panties knowing she was about to experience a real moment she long ago treasured and frequently attempted to relive but had to go it alone for years.