The window.

She had never intended for anything to happen. All she wanted was to joke around a little, maybe go out to dinner and have a drink or two… He walked into the shop at around 4.30, just before she was about to go off duty. His voice was husky, as if he had a throat problem. She noticed his hands. They were strong and really nice, the hands of an artist she thought. His questions were direct and to the point and as she showed him the lingerie that he wanted to see she started asking a few questions, like who it was for, was it for a birthday or some other special day, and would he like the items gift wrapped? His answers were non-committal and as he made his choices she knew little more than she had when he walked in. He declined her offer to wrap the flimsy bits of lace and took the shopping bag that she offered him. In the door he stopped and gave her a slow smile. “Would you like to have a drink with me some time?” he asked in that deep, husky and very sexy voice. “Well…” she smiled and took a step closer to him. “I need to lock up the shop, first…” “I’ll wait.” She cashed up, made sure that he alarm was armed and took her bag, making sure that she had her car keys. They left together and she double locked the door behind her. He took her to a small Italian place and made amusing small talk, all the while looking in her eyes and smiling gently at her stories of life in an exclusive lingerie shop. She was surprised to notice that he never once stared at her breasts as most other men did. He kept his gaze focussed on her face and when he did look down, it was at his plate of food. At last the evening came to an end and she wondered if he was going to try and come home with her, but much as she might have wanted it, he didn’t even try to kiss her goodnight. He stopped his car near hers in the parking lot, gave her one of his beautiful hands and shook her hand in an old-fashioned, polite way, thanking her for the lovely evening. She got out of the car and was fumbling for her keys when she realised that he had also gotten out. “I’m sorry… I seem to have forgotten my parcel in the shop…” She shrugged and said that it was no problem, and together they walked to the door of the shop, which she opened. She disarmed the alarm and closed the door as he walked in. There was only one small light burning in the display window and he told her not to bother with any other lights he remembered where he had put the package down. He bent down, picked up the parcel and turned to her. He dipped a hand into the parcel and came out with one the lacy panties. “Do you ever wear these?” His voice was huskier than she remembered. She nodded and he came closer. She could feel the heat coming off his body and felt a strange sensation in her tummy. He slipped one hand down and slowly lifted the hem of her skirt. “Mind if I look?” She sighed with a deep shudder. Slowly he went down on one knee and lifted her skirt until it was above her belly button. He stared at her panties with the same intense stare that he had used on her face. Then he bent closer. She thought she would die when he put his tongue on her. She sagged back against the counter, supporting her weight on her elbows. He slowly tugged at her pants until the came away from her moist skin. Gently he pulled them down. She could feel his breath on her thighs as he bent closer again. He put his hands around her legs and pried them open. For one last moment she tried to keep her legs closed but he was too strong and at last she gave in and opened up for him. His soft tongue probed into her, lighting a fire that she could not contain. She arched her back, pushing herself up against him. His hands enfolded her buttocks, pulling her deeper into his face, and all the while his tongue didn’t stop it’s delicious probing. She orgasmed with a huge sigh of relief and collapsed over him. He lay her down gently and bent down to open her blouse. Then he pulled her bra away from her breasts. The touch of his warm hands on her nipples almost drove her to an orgasm again. When she was quite naked, he sat back and undid his belt, and his trousers. She was amazed to see that he wasn’t wearing any underwear. He was erect and ready. He pulled off his shirt and his smooth muscles shone faintly in the light of the display window. She opened her legs and drew him down on top of her. Fumbling between her legs she found his manhood and pulled him into her. For a long time he didn’t move then he started thrusting, slowly. She put her hands on his buttocks and the working of the muscles under the skin as he pushed in and out excited her even more. His rhythm intensified and she came again and again. The he stopped and turned her over. He put himself into her from behind and leaned forward to hold her breasts in his hands as he started building that wonderful rhythm again. She could hear his breath chasing through his mouth, feel his hands on her breasts and the wonderful sliding of his strong manhood into her warm and utterly wet vagina. Suddenly the rhythm changed, becoming faster and more urgent. He climaxed and bit her neck with his strong white teeth. As he gushed into her she came again for the seventh or eighth time. They subsided onto the carpet breathing heavily. -0- Out in the street a young couple was leaning against the glass, breathing heavily. His hand in her panties, between her wet legs and his cock in her hand with sperm dripping off the window pane, obscuring the sight of the two lovers on the carpet.