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I smile, growing warm.
“That’s exactly the atmosphere I want to foster. Shopping shouldn’t be a chore, or just something you do. I want people to want to come to ShopMore because they enjoy the selection and run into people they know.”
She nods.
“They do. Even now, I know locals would come if they could. The people who are still shopping are very talkative and friendly with me, and I think it’s because people are so desperately lonely being stuck at home. Sad, isn’t it?”
I think for a moment.
“Yeah, but I guess that’s just how life is at the moment. I hope shit turns around soon, that’s for sure. I love helping the community, but who knows how long this is going to go on? Don’t even get me started on a vaccine.”
Britney nods gently.
“People appreciate your efforts, John. My brother and I appreciate it in so many ways. You’ve provided food to eat, a place to go, and money to spend. I owe you so much,” she chokes a bit, looking down at her hands.
I shouldn’t but I can’t resist.
“Is that right?” I ask.
She nods once more, still unable to meet my eyes although the vibes between us have changed. Now, there’s electricity pulsing, and I can see her bosom heaving gently, those big breasts quivering just a bit.
I decide to go for the jugular.
“If I’ve done so much for you, don’t you think you should do something for me in return?” I ask in a silky voice.
She looks up swiftly, her eyes wild, her lips slightly parted. How I’d love to feel those lips on my body, covering every inch of my frame.
“What do you mean?” she asks in a trembling voice. She’s as still as a doe, yet I can sense the tension in that soft form. I lean back even more, appearing casual even though my body’s vibrating with her nearness.
“I’m just saying that I believe in tit for tat, Britney. I’ve provided so much for you; is there something you can provide for me in turn?”
Her brown eyes go wide, and unconsciously, that pink tongue comes out to swipe over her lower lip. My body hardens and a low growl escapes my chest.
“Mr. Hemsworth, I’m not sure what you’re saying,” she breathes softly. “I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific.”
Now, I go in for the kill.
“Well, I’ve been looking at your lips, sweetheart, and wondering how they would feel tight around my cock. Is that something you’d be interested in? I’d love to see you kneeling between my thighs, showing me those big eyes as your throat swallows my dick.”
The words are rude, but I need her too badly to care now. Her pink pout parts with surprise, but then it shuts and her lashes flutter down.
“Of course,” she murmurs. “I’d be happy to, Mr. Hemsworth.”
Victory rushes through my veins. I have a sweet teen girl at my beck and call, and she’s just capitulated. This is going to be delicious.
Our eyes meet, and suddenly, I can’t hold back another second. I lean forward, gently pressing my lips to Britney’s. She hesitates at first, surprised, but then she melts into my kiss.
I deepen it, slipping my tongue between her lips. She moans against my mouth. My hands find her hair and tangle in her curly locks, pulling her head toward mine.
After a few minutes of feverish kisses, we finally pull apart. Britney is flushed, her lips red from my nibbles.
“Wow,” she whispers. “I wasn’t expecting that.”
“Did I cross a line?”
“Absolutely not.”
This time, Britney is the one to lean forward. Her kiss is magnetic. I couldn’t pull away from her if I wanted to, and I don’t want to.
My hands roam from her hair down to her shoulders. Britney arches her back so that her chest is pressing against me. I take the hint and slide my hands down to her breasts.
I squeeze them over her ShopMore polo shirt. My favorite part of the uniform is the way the shirt looks on Britney because her breasts are so large that they strain even at the modest cotton. She keeps the top button unbuttoned, and I think it’s because of her enormous chest size. Fuck. I’ve been hiding in my office because I don’t want anyone to see how turned-on she makes me, but now, I don’t care. I want Britney, and she wants me, too.
I can just fit my hand into the unbuttoned opening. I squeeze her left breast over her bra as my thumb runs over her fabric-covered nipple. Britney shivers at my touch, moaning a bit.
“Oh,” she breathes. “That’s good.”
Her words encourage me to go further. I reach behind her back and unclip the bra. My hands find the hem of her shirt, and she leans back so that I can pull it over her head.
