too?” Her fingertips reached the hem of her skirt again, and teasingly brushed
it upwards. “I like all kinds of things,” I stammered. “But I like everything
about you.” Over the intercom I heard Jeff do the ten minute announcement in an
annoyed voice. “We’re closing in just a few minutes,” I said. “All good things
come to an end.” “Do they?” she said absentmindedly, as she brushed the skirt up
another bit. “Do they have to?” She looked up at me. “Nope, no way, uh-uh,” I
blurted. She laughed. “You don’t have girls flirt with you very often, do you?
Do you like it?” “I like it a lot. But I’ve never had anyone flirt with me like
you. You’re incredible.” She smiled and pulled the skirt up a bit more, bringing
her leg around. Now her panties were fully visible; I could make out her lips
through the thin material — was that moisture I saw there? For several seconds,
maybe minutes, my eyes traced the contours of those beautiful panties. But then
she stood up and leaned over to me again. “Thank you,” she said. “Now, any old
fart can look down my dress and get a thrill,” she said, touching the front of my
shirt. “But some guys I let see a little more. Some guys I let actually do
something. Maybe they can touch me…” She ran a finger over the back of my
hand; her touch was electric. “Maybe I can touch them… But that’s maybe,” she
said harshly, and she pinched my hand, hard. I grimaced…but nodded. “Maybe,
if you’re a good boy… But we’ll have to see.” She looked around. “Who checks
the bathrooms?” I startled, then replied, “Anybody who volunteers… I’ll do it.”
She grinned. “Okay… I’ll be the one you have to drag out, then. I’ll see you
in a few minutes.” She leaned forward and kissed me, easing her tongue into my
mouth with a luscious swirl I lost myself in, and then she was gone, strutting
towards the restrooms. I quickly made a five minute announcement, then walked
around the back of the store looking for stragglers. I found two, encouraged
…End of the part6. To be continued..