Rachel

Meeting Vanessa Part II

The lift lurched and Vanessa fell against me. The silence was just so awkward seeing how my fingers were touching the bottom of her boob and how our postures were like. I looked up to see if we had reached the third level but unfortunately we were not even on the second level yet.

I rolled my eyes, wondering how much longer I would have to endure this torture. What exactly was this girl trying to do to me, goddamn. Just as I finished asking myself that question, her hand pushed mine up and in no time at all, her boob was nestled in my palm.

It felt nice, I won't lie.

She was feeling full. I don't think I have ever felt up on someone who had boobs this size.

Just as I was grabbing a hold on my thoughts, she leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from mine and she whispered, "Feel me."

Something came over me and I pulled my hand away quickly but in half that time maybe, she grabbed onto my wrist as if she had been anticipating my move all this while.

"What's the matter? Attached?" She said looking at me, trailing her finger ever so lightly across the arm she held captive in her grasp.

"Well...No... but that doesn't mean that I wanna feel your boob. Did you ever stop to think before you slid my hand up your body that way?"

"Actually I did but you know what? I was just trying to show you something. I know you heard me suck in my breath as I was coming down off of your back and so here's the reason why."

With that she placed my palm against her breast again but this time she pulled her tee up. I looked. She was pierced. I've always had a thing for girls who were pierced. I would think that most people did. It was just sexy to me and this, now? Whatever pact I had just made to myself not to kiss her completely crumbled. She was beautiful and that was just about the last thought that swam through my mind as I bent my head to take her nipple into my mouth.

My tongue rubbed against her and I could literally feel her nipple tensing up, poking its sensitive little brown tip further into my mouth asking to be tasted. I swirled my tongue lightly around her areola, my thumb gently teased the soft flesh on the underside of her boob moving away from and then back again closer to her nipple. She was straining real hard against my tongue and if that didn't make my blood heat up, I really wouldn't know what would.

I nipped her there a little and she whimpered.

Shit, things certainly escalated real quickly!

The lift sounded, "Level Three."

I covered her with my palm and pulled her tee down, just in case, just in case.

We both looked a mess.

She stepped out first, hopping on her good leg then turned left into the string of shops situated on the east wing of the mall, blowing me a kiss before she mouthed, "See you around, stranger."

I smiled like the silly fool that I was, mouthing back, "See you around!" I turned and ran towards the escalator, running the entire length down it. All I could think about was the taste of her flesh, her piercing and the plethora of long forgotten yet delicious sensations that had run through my body.

Just as I rounded the bend to the escalator down to the first level, I turned and looked up. There she was, leaning against the railing, smiling. Before she moved away, I'd swear I saw her wink. I smiled back and watched as she hobbled slowly down the long corridor to her store, grabbing onto beams, pillars and walls for some form of support along her way.

What a morning! I thought to myself as I ran down the last flight of moving stairs and descended into the basement.

Flicking my wrist, I took a check for the time.

The hands on my watch showed the time as 9:30a.m. I headed straight for the bathroom sure that my shirt was crumpled or worst yet, entirely untucked from the way we had been playing. On the way into the bathroom stall, I checked my appearance in the mirror. Hair was a little unruly. Shirt was crumpled but it didn't look all that bad. Still presentable for a first day at work. My stomach growled again, this time I remembered that I had brought breakfast but had forgotten to take it from Vanessa. Well, looks like I would have to grab something light to munch on. Didn't have much time left before work started. Once out of the bathroom, I washed my hands and swiped it through my hair,  then straightened out my shirt as best as I could manage. All set!

I walked through the maze of shops in the basement. They had bread shops, cafes, a huge supermarket and other shops that offered classes for knitting or sewing. Laundry stops, candy stores, and finally, just outside of the candy store in some sort of an atrium, stood a metallic push cart selling miniature sandwiches. It was apparently just about the only shop that was ready for business. The other stores I had passed along the way had assistants mopping the floor, vacuuming or arranging the stocks. I grabbed a box of sandwiches and paid for them, not really fussing about what was about to enter my stomach since I have not much time before this briefing. Next up was to locate the shop I was supposed to be tending. After looking up its unit number on the mall directory beside the pharmacy, I found it. Made my way to it in no time. I stood outside wolfing down those mini sandwiches, waiting for the boss to arrive, eager as fuck to start work.

Strangely enough, for this bloody once in my life, I was actually about to be punctual.