Here it is! Hope you enjoy ;)
It was about 10 minutes from closing time in the little charity shop I volunteered at on weekends. I was busy packing up donations we had received throughout the day and my co-worker, another volunteer, Ashton was organizing the shop floor, which had taken a beating from the many customers we had had in today. Our manager, a sweet old lady named Dottie, was pottering around with the till silently until she looked at her wrist watch and gasped loudly.
“Oh no!” She squealed, quickly gathering her belongings into her snakeskin purse.
“Dottie?” I called from the stockroom, “Dottie are you okay?”
“Dear I’m fine, but I’m late! I’m meeting George in half an hour at The Harp and Spool, but that’s an hour long journey for a pensioner like me.” She fretted.
“Hey, it’s okay, we’ll close up the shop.” Ashton offered, his thick Australian accent very apparent as he comforted the woman.
I put down the box I was busy with and moved closer to them.
“Yeah we’ll lock up, don’t worry.” I agreed, Dottie was amazing and she really didn’t deserve to miss her date.
“Okay then,” She paused, “You know where the keys are, and make sure to close the bathroom window.” She lectured us quickly whilst rushing out the door.
The bell hung over the entrance rang sharply as she closed the door behind her, leaving Ashton and I in a strangely tense silence.
“So,” Ashton began, clapping his hands together, “I’m basically done here, do you want a drink or something before you go home?”
“Sure.” I responded, following the boy into the stockroom and sitting myself down on a stool as Ashton juggled kitchen utensils in his hands, trying to make tea.
“Do you have a date you’re late for?” He joked, a part of me wondered if he wanted to know the serious answer, or if he was just making light conversation.
“I… uh… no.” I stuttered, little did he know that the only boy I was interested in was standing right in front of me, trying not to burn himself on the small steaming kettle.
I giggled a little at his efforts and stood up to help him, he moved out the way and let me take over. After pouring the liquid and letting the teabags rest for a while, I tried reaching for the sugar, on the top shelf it was way out of my reach.
I struggled for a while, my cheeks burning red as I heard Ashton sniggering behind me.
“Do you need a little help?” He asked after long last.
“Yes.” I said breathlessly.
He sauntered towards me and reached up his toned arm over my head, pulling the jar down with ease. My eyes travelled up his body, his muscles becoming more prominent in the close proximity. His eyes locked with mine and set the jar down on the counter behind me, not breaking eye contact. I bit my lip, closely analysing the beautiful colour of his eyes, as I did this I heard a small whimper from Ashton and he bent his head down to attach those full lips of his to mine. We sunk into the kiss, both of us pining for more of the other, our hands roaming under shirts and pulling hair. My mind was exploding, Ashton gripped my lower lip between his teeth and pulled roughly, making me moan uncontrollably. I pulled my top over my head, panting softly, and he took the hint and removed his too.
“Holy shit.” We both exclaimed in sync, at the sight of each other’s bodies.
We rushed together again, Ashton’s strong arms securely snaking around my back, and unclasping my bra in the process. He threw my bra away, probably not caring if I couldn’t find it later in the midst of all the scattered charity clothes. His large hands cupped my breasts, prompting me to throw my head back as he massaged them carefully, whilst leaning closer to me covering my neck in small kisses.
“Ashton,” I breathed encouragement.
“Mmm?” He asked, moving his lips down to my right breast and taking it into his mouth.
“Let me touch you.” I whimpered, not wanting him to think this was one-sided, even though truthfully I’ve never had experience in that area.
“No way,” He groaned, “Maybe next time though.” He cheekily added.
“M-maybe.” I giggled slightly as his fingers slid down my jeans and brushed over where I needed him most.
I unbuttoned my pants slowly and teasingly dragged them down my thighs. This obviously had some effect on Ashton as he dropped to his knees, arms wrapping around my hips and pulling me roughly down onto his lap. I felt his bulge through his restricting pants and in that moment ached for him, closing the gap between us and passionately kissing him again. I moved my hips so that I could undo his zipper without breaking our kiss, and slid the material out the way the best I could in our position. His length was now fully exposed and adrenaline was coursing through my veins. Ashton swiftly moved the crotch of my underwear to expose me and slammed my hips down onto him. My inside were burning as he gave me a minute to adjust to his size. I slowly started moving at my own pace, gyrating my hips down onto his and bouncing, knowing full well that he was enjoying the view of my chest. Ashton grabbed my hips once again and dug his fingernails into my sides, creating a faster rhythm and causing him to hit my g-spot. I threw my head back in ecstasy as he hit it again and again, once more and I came hard around him, having never experienced an orgasm that intense in my life. He groaned and came soon after me. I moved off him but stayed on the floor, attempting to slow my breathing and making sure that the dizzy feeling was gone before I would try to stand up. Ashton kissed my forehead before telling me that we had to do that again. I agreed and he grabbed a disposable kitchen towel from a cupboard, cleaning up the mess we had left on the floor and ourselves.
“Do you wanna go out sometime?” Ashton asked shyly, his hand rubbing the nape of his neck.
“Of course.” I beamed, gathering up my clothes, “Have you seen my bra?”
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Sorry it took me so long to update, I’ve been a bit tied up with life, but hopefully I’ll have another smut up tomorrow.
