so there's this guy who comes in every tuesday for his coffee and we've been kinda flirty for weeks now, little comments over the counter and lingering looks and stuff.

he asked if i could show him something in the back real quick when it was quiet and i just nodded like an idiot and led him to the storage room. the door clicked shut and it got all tight in there with the shelves and boxes everywhere. my heart was going stupid fast.

i almost said nevermind and walked out but he stepped closer and i didn't move. we kissed and it was soft at first then deeper, my back hitting one of the metal racks. we stayed like that making out for a while, his hands sliding up my sides over my shirt, then under it, fingers warm against my skin. i could feel him getting hard against me through his jeans and it made me press back without even thinking.

he pulled my apron off and got my shirt up, kissing down my neck while his hand went into my pants. i was already wet and he noticed right away, whispering something about how ready i was. his fingers rubbed over my clit slow then faster, and i kept grabbing at his arm when it got intense. one finger slipped inside then another, curling just right, and my legs started shaking against the boxes behind me.

i felt it building different than usual, this pressure low in my stomach that made me panic a little. i told him to wait but he didn't stop and suddenly everything let go. it was this warm rush soaking through my panties and down my thighs, dripping onto the floor. the sound was so loud and messy in that tiny room and i couldn't stop twitching around his fingers while it kept coming. he held me up with his other arm cause my knees went weak, and the way it just kept pulsing out felt insane, like my whole body was emptying out in waves.

he didn't say anything right away after, just watched it happen with this stunned look.

i still think about that mess on the floor sometimes and get all flustered.