The rack was empty and I looked up to the cash register station to see only one person working. Her. Erin.

I only knew her name because they all wore name tags and her tag said: Welcome to The Market! My name is: ERIN.

My stomach dropped and my head felt light but inside my brand new jeans my pussy was wet. I shook my head and took a deep breath.

“You’re poor, you have something to ship, and you can do this,” I muttered under my breath. A passing shopper gave me the stink eye and I fought the urge to flip her off and smiled instead. Nerves make me volatile.

I giggled and then took another breath, forcing my feet to move toward the register. She looked up as I approached, a lovely smile on her lovelier face, and what had only been wetness became a damp pulse between my thighs.

“Hi there. Haven’t seen you in a while.”

I opened my mouth, then shut it, stymied by the fact she seemed to know me. My gaze traveled her geek pop culture tee that strained over her full breasts. I could see the thump of her pulse at the base of her throat, and when she licked her lips I nearly sighed. I was a mess.

“I — um — “

“You’re the shipping stuff girl.”

I blushed. I felt it. Heat flooded my cheeks as I nodded. “Yes, I come steal your shipping supplies.”

She put her hand on my arm briefly and I had a vivid flash of going down on her. Of licking her. Seeing what she tasted like.

More heat in my cheeks as she said, “You don’t steal them. They’re free. We like when our customers re-use our materials.”

I noticed her hand was still there.

“I’m glad,” I said slowly. “But sadly, there’s none today. I had an order and I was hoping there would be, but — ”

“There will be some tonight,” she said. “You can come back after the shipment in the back is unpacked. Around closing.”

I nodded. “I can do that.”

“Your order will be okay to wait?”

I smiled. “My order will be fine. I can pack it later tonight.”

Erin squeezed my arm and my nipples spiked in my bra. This woman set off all my lusty bells and whistles.

“What time?”

“We close at nine. Make it nine-thirty.”

“I’ll be here.”

She leaned forward I felt the heat of her breath on my face. “I’ll be waiting.”

I left with zero packing materials but feeling more than a little excited.

Nine thirty seemed to take forever, but when it finally came I couldn’t get there fast enough. I stood at the automatic doors that didn’t open automatically at this time of night. She came hurrying through the store, smiling, holding a clutch of keys.

She let me in and as I passed her, I could smell the fresh scent of her. A fall chill followed me inside and I shivered.

I made it about three feet before she snagged my arm and pulled me close. “Is it crazy of me to think you’d be okay if I kissed you?”

I didn’t answer. I leaned in quickly and planted one right on her mouth. I’m not normally that brave, but fuck it, shit like this only happens once in a lifetime.

Her hand came to suddenly rest on my crotch and my insides lit up like the fourth of July. I anticipated being out of my pants soon, and I had a feeling that pretty Erin with the green eyes would be encountering a river of pussy juices.

“Is this okay?” she murmured against my mouth.

“Yes,” I said, I arched into her hand, grabbed a handful of her brown hair, tilted her head back, and deepened the kiss.

She broke free, gasped for air, and said, “Hurry. The office.”

I looked around, suddenly aware of how utterly horny I was and the fact that I was in the middle of a grocery store. “Who else is here?”

“No one. But the office doesn’t have a giant wall of windows.”

I looked outside at the streetlights and laughed. “Fair point.”

She tugged me along, and I hurried after her, eager to get her out of her black leggings.

I shut the office door with my foot. No one else was there, but best to be safe. I dropped to my knees, operating strictly on arousal and bravery at that point. I tugged and she wiggled and I managed to slide down her leggings to reveal cream colored panties with lace insets. I made a desperate noise and pressed my open mouth to her pussy. I exhaled against the fabric knowing the heat would flood her sex.

She grabbed handfuls of my short hair and tugged. A moan slipped out of her and I smiled. So, the heat thing had worked.

I yanked them down and she stood there, looking down at me, face flushed, panties and leggings around her knees. Her mound was neatly trimmed. Short brown hair. Flushed and plump pussy lips peeking out.

I spread her wide, studied her, and then blew on her softly.

“I bucked my hips, and in return sucked her clit, drawing on it with a steady rhythm.”

She arched her hips and groaned again. “Jesus. Put your mouth on me.”

I did as he asked after a brief moment of torturous delay. I wanted her to be beyond horny.

It worked, because the moment I touched my tongue to her clit she bucked. She yanked my hair hard enough to bring tears to my eyes and pushed her pussy to my mouth. I traced her outer lips, licked her folds, all the while avoiding her clit so that she’d lose her mind.

“Please — ” she growled.

I chuckled and gave in. I sucked her clit, moving my tongue even as I drew on it. She bucked and I pushed a single finger inside her slowly. Her cunt closed up around me, gripping my finger tightly. A lovely damp suede hold on me.

I curled it and she whimpered

Something told me she’d been thinking about me as much as I had been thinking about her. Fantasizing.

She surprised me by pushing me back. I went down on my ass in a pile of bubble wrap and brown paper.

She kicked off her leggings and panties and attacked my button and zipper. I finally batted her hands free and did them myself. I thrust my hips up and she tugged my jeans down.

“Team work,” she said under her breath and we both laughed.

Then the laughter died because she was maneuvering herself to straddle my face. Her sweet warm pussy came closer and I shoved a hand beneath my head to raise up a bit. I latched onto her, sucking, licking, only faltering when I felt her mouth close over me and her hot breath engulf me. Then her tongue was moving and I had to try and focus on moving my tongue even as pleasure flooded me.

Her fingers pried me wide and I felt her drag her tongue along every inch of me, explore ever crevice. She tickled at the very tip of my clit with a rigid tongue, before softening and delivering wide flat sweeps of goodness. A finger slid into me, homed right in on my G-spot, curled and pressed it. I bucked my hips, and in return sucked her clit, drawing on it with a steady rhythm. In moments, my fingers were drenched in her slick juices.

“Give it to me,” I heard her growl. Then a second finger joined the first. She fucked me slow and steady, curling, twirling, thrusting. I felt myself growing wetter as she worked me. My cunt flickering around her driving digits. Pleasure grew larger as the friction increased. I was going to come. And soon.

I drew small whorls and patterns on her pussy with my tongue. Pushed my fingers deep inside her until she made the noises I liked.

She added a third finger to my pussy and flared them. I felt myself open, wet and ready. She sucked my clit faster and I came. A rush of wetness escaped me and she sighed. I gave myself a brief moment to recover and then moved her. Rolled her fast and hard so she landed on the mountain of packing goods she’s apparently hoarded for me.

She went down with an oomph and I moved down her body, knocking her thighs wide, pinning them with my forearms. I went at her like I was starved and she was dessert. Sweet, satisfying, and exactly what I craved.

She couldn’t touch me and it drove her crazy. She cussed and writhed but her slim hips shot up over and over again to meet my mouth as I worked her. I nudged my tongue into her wet slit, fucking her. I did it over and over until she begged me to go back to her clit.

I laughed and she groaned. I finally went back and sucked it. It stood at attention, erect and flushed, and I wrapped my lips around it and nuzzled her.

She struggled and I pushed two fingers into her soaked opening. I worked her fast, feeling for all the swollen, needy places. She was panting and she arched up so fast I almost slid off her but managed to hold on. I moved my fingers in a come hither motion and she came. Wetness ran down my hand and coated my lips.

But I wasn’t done. “Hands and knees,” I said, catching her off guard. She looked at me, perplexed.

“Get on your hands and knees.”

She did without question. I pushed my hips against her ass as if I was fucking her. Then I pushed my fingers back inside her. Getting her from a whole other angle. She let her head hang and gave a pleasurable sigh.

“Get yourself off,” I said. “While I do this. Play with your pussy.”

She nodded, said something I couldn’t quite catch, and slipped a hand beneath her body. I could feel her motions as her body swayed and I thrust my bundle of fingers in and out of her.

She grew tighter around me, her body bowed before me. I spread my hand a bit further, slipping my thumb into her back hole. Pretty, pretty Erin came with a cry, a few soft pops of ruptured bubble wrap sounding beneath her knees.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

She dropped down and stared at me, smiling.

“You hid all this away for me?”

“What can I say, I was getting desperate. I knew once I got you to talk to me it would all work out.”

“You’re even smarter than I thought,” I said.