I work at a packaging store, and while I know some people would think the job is boring, I’m having the time of my life.

I spend my days surrounded by boxes, packing peanuts, and bubble wrap. It’s the bubble wrap that does me in. I have always been intoxicated by the sensation of bubble wrap against my skin, the sound of the tiny pockets of air popping. Even looking at a roll of the wrap can be foreplay for me.

To my extreme delight, our store carries a wide selection of wraps. Yes, we have the standard variety, but we also provide pink bubble wrap, blue bubble wrap, and red bubble wrap. To make matters more sensational for a wrap-hound like me, our store displays assorted sized bubbles: Those tiny bubbles that you use to create a safe haven for delicate miniatures, medium-sized bubbles that do the trick for items a bit larger, and the ginormous bubbles — oh, gosh, I’m sighing at the mere thought. I love this type of wrap. Which is why, when I was working late one night, I tore off a section and began to undress.

I didn’t expect anyone to come by. I’d been authorized by the manager to put in overtime after we shut the store, and my official job was to organize a wall of brand-new wrapping paper and ribbons. But when I’d finished that, I decided to have a little fun myself.

We actually have a surveillance camera in the corner of the store, but I knew that the machine wasn’t working. The red light was on, but there was no film in the camera and my boss hadn’t gotten around to buying a replacement. I probably should have taken the wrap to the stock room with me, but I’d been getting wetter all night long. By the time I stripped, I was so aroused I almost came when my fingers caressed the first bubble.

That’s when the front door rattled. I ducked down behind the counter and peered over the top. It was dark outside, but there was someone knocking. I looked at the clock. It was almost 10:30. We close at 8 p.m. Why would someone be there? I squinted my eyes and saw Harry, the security guard for the strip mall. He’s on the youngish side, handsome, but so professional. He calls me ma’am when he talks to me, even though I’m only twenty-four. He knocked again. I looked at my clothes on the floor, looked at myself wrapped in a makeshift bubble dress, and I sighed thinking that without a doubt I was going to get canned.

Turned out I was wrong. I was going to get popped.

I did the only thing I could think. I finished wrapping myself up, tied off the loose end, and shuffled to the front of the store in the toga-style dress. Then I let Henry in and locked the door behind him. He looked at me. I looked at him. Then he started laughing.

“Deirdre?” he said, and he reached out and touched a bubble. “What are you doing?”

I wanted to say something in my defense, but what explanation could I possibly have? “Would you believe I was testing out our newest addition to the line of bubble wrap?” I spun around, modeling the pink number I’d created.

“I saw you on the screen,” he said, “and I couldn’t exactly make out what was happening here.”

I gaped. “The screen? The video screen? I thought Carter said the camera didn’t have film.”

“It’s wired into the new system,” Henry explained. “The feed goes to my office and gets recorded there. I saw you working late. Then I saw you getting naked — ”

“You watched that?”

He blushed but didn’t look away. Then he said, “Are you mailing yourself somewhere?”

I was still so wet, and the thought that Henry had watched me strip gave me a burst of confidence. “No,” I said, “I kind of get off on bubble wrap.” I waited. What would he say next? “Do you know what I mean?” I prodded. “It’s like a fetish.”

“I know exactly what you mean,” he said, and my eyes widened as I stared at him. “See, I have a fetish, too.” He was backing me up now, herding me into our stock room, away from the camera.

“What’s your fetish?” I asked, breathless as he spread me out on our worktable and began running his large hands over my bubble-wrapped body.

“Watching,” he said, and he popped the first one. I started and then stilled. “Especially watching you.”

Oh, God. He was running his palms up and down my body, and I could feel the pressure as he pushed the back of the wrap against my skin. I was growing moist; my pussy was a pool of lust.

“You watch me?” I panted as he pushed his face to the split of my body and taunted me. I couldn’t feel his tongue on me, but I knew he was licking the bubbles right over my clit.

“Oh, yes,” he said, gazing up at me, a glint in his green eyes. “Every chance I get.”

He did that trick again, applying pressure on my clit through the wrap, and I lost my patience. “Pop them!” I demanded. “Pop them!”

He laughed at me, but then he did as I asked, popping several of the bubbles right over my pussy, then pressing his mouth against the flattened plastic so that I could really feel him working me, even through the filmy barrier.

“God, I need to taste you,” he said softly, and then I heard the tearing sound as he ripped an actual hole in the wrap. Inadvertently, he popped some bubbles at the same time, and that made me come. He didn’t let me rest, though. He dove between my legs, licking and sucking at my clit as the orgasm flared through me. I was a mess, writhing on the table, popping even more bubbles with my actions. I wouldn’t have believed I could come two times in a row, but I did. Just like those bubbles popping, I came quickly and explosively, this time on his tongue.

As soon as my climax was obvious to the both of us, he stood back and undid his uniform slacks. Then he pulled me to the edge of the table, and he thrust his cock inside me. I loved that he didn’t unwrap me first. He fucked me through the hole he’d torn, and he bent his body over mine, so that the pressure of his weight on me continued to pop more bubbles throughout the ride.

I was delirious with excitement, and I would have wrapped my legs around his waist, but I couldn’t. The dress I’d made myself was too tight for that. So I lay there being fucked and popped as he spoke to me. “You always seemed so sweet,” he said as his cock rocked into my molten pussy. “I felt awkward asking you out. But then I saw you.” He lifted his head and stared into my eyes. “I couldn’t tell what you were doing at first. But I knew you were naked and I knew you were, well — ”

“Kinky.” I grinned at him, and he nodded as he kept plunging inside me. Oh, the sound of those bubbles popping was like music to me. I was breathless as he rode me to his limits. Would he come in my pussy? Would he fill me up? No, he pulled out right at the last moment, and he slid two fingers on either side of my clit, grinding me to my third fierce climax as he shot his come all over the shiny bubbles of my makeshift dress.

My mantra that evening seemed to be “oh, God, oh, God, oh, God,” because I couldn’t believe how sexy that looked. His seed shone on the surface of the bubble wrap, and I dipped my fingers in the liquid and smeared it around as my breathing slowly returned to normal.

We looked at each other as he tucked himself back into his slacks.

“I’ll erase the tape,” he said, motioning in the direction of his office, “and then I’m off duty. I only work until eleven. Do you want to — ”

He let the words hang there. I finished the statement for him. “ — grab up a roll of wrap and head to your house?”

He kissed me as a yes and then headed back into the main room. I ripped off the dress, got rid of the evidence, put on my own clothes, and purchased a roll of bubbles with my employee discount. I didn’t know what was in store for Henry and me for the rest of the night. But I was pretty sure we’d end the evening if not with a bang than a pop!