herself, she couldn't keep her eyes from focusing in on his crotch, where through the tight spandex she could perfectly make out the form of his cock and balls.
He turned to greet her with a cordial smile. "Thanks," he said, acknowledging the shirts she had brought for him. "How do you think the black one will look with these?"
Chloe wished she had the nerve to tell him he looked better in the shorts alone, but the only response she could muster up was to offer up the black shirt he had pointed out.
"Thank you," he said, glancing quickly down at her name tag, "Chloe." He began pulling the shirt over his head, not bothering to re-enter the dressing room. "I'm Aidan, by the way."
Chloe peeked around the corner to make sure no one else had entered the store. It was empty. "Nice to meet you, Aidan." She let his name roll off her tongue slowly, savoring the sound of it coming from her own mouth. She let the moment last as long as she dared, but after he had the shirt on she regrettably knew she had to return to the store.
At last, she took a deep breath. "If you need anything else…" She let her words trail off, letting him know she was there if he needed anything, and announcing her departure at the same time.
"Actually," Aidan piped up before she had a chance to leave the dressing room area, "I'm having trouble with this zipper." He pointed to the small zipper near the back of his neck and smiled at her again. "Would you mind?"
Mind? Chloe thought, taking a step towards him. "Of course not."
He turned around, causing Chloe to nearly gasp at the full sight of his butt so tightly clad in the biking shorts. Breathing slowly, her hands shaking slightly, she moved in close to him and reached up to finish zipping the shirt. She worked slowly, as slowly as she could, for she didn't want it to end. Her hot breath bounced off his back, only inches from her face, and warmed her lips. Her hand brushed against the back of his neck, sending a tingling wave shooting down her arm.
She was three-quarters of the way up when he turned suddenly, facing her. She kept her hand on the zipper, not willing to let it go. He inched closer to her, staring down into her eyes. Chloe felt herself tremble as he moved closer still, until their bodies were touching. She felt his unmistakable hardness on her leg, and she desperately wanted to reach down and grab it, her other hand free to reach around and grasp his butt. She didn't, though – her hand remained firmly on the zipper.
Slowly, she began zipping again, her eyes never leaving his. She reached the top, but he didn't acknowledge her completion of the task he had given her. Instead, he stared intently into her eyes, almost as if to say , Would you really rather be folding shirts right now?
Chloe hardly dared to believe this man, this sexy man whom she hadn't been able to stop thinking about since he entered the store, was standing before her now in tight biking shorts, rock hard and close up against her. Despite herself, she began to grow hot and shifted ever so slightly so that his erection, still tight beneath the shorts, was pressed against her crotch.
As she did so, he took a deep gasp of air. She felt his hand on the small of her back, and the look in his eyes shifted ever so slightly, his gaze boring fixedly into her. Chloe felt as though he was asking, without words , Do you want this as much as I do?
"Yes," she whispered, though he had not spoken. She didn't know what else to say. She wanted him, desperately wanted him, and felt herself grow swollen with longing.
He leaned down, his mouth suddenly on hers, and they fervently embraced. Chloe found herself slowly grinding against the hardness of his cock, and Aidan pulled away ever so slightly, smiling down at her as if to say, Wait… just wait . And then his mouth was on her neck. He pulled the neckline of her shirt over her shoulder, and she felt his hot breath on her bare skin. She quivered in anticipation.
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He turned to greet her with a cordial smile. "Thanks," he said, acknowledging the shirts she had brought for him. "How do you think the black one will look with these?"
Chloe wished she had the nerve to tell him he looked better in the shorts alone, but the only response she could muster up was to offer up the black shirt he had pointed out.
"Thank you," he said, glancing quickly down at her name tag, "Chloe." He began pulling the shirt over his head, not bothering to re-enter the dressing room. "I'm Aidan, by the way."
Chloe peeked around the corner to make sure no one else had entered the store. It was empty. "Nice to meet you, Aidan." She let his name roll off her tongue slowly, savoring the sound of it coming from her own mouth. She let the moment last as long as she dared, but after he had the shirt on she regrettably knew she had to return to the store.
At last, she took a deep breath. "If you need anything else…" She let her words trail off, letting him know she was there if he needed anything, and announcing her departure at the same time.
"Actually," Aidan piped up before she had a chance to leave the dressing room area, "I'm having trouble with this zipper." He pointed to the small zipper near the back of his neck and smiled at her again. "Would you mind?"
Mind? Chloe thought, taking a step towards him. "Of course not."
He turned around, causing Chloe to nearly gasp at the full sight of his butt so tightly clad in the biking shorts. Breathing slowly, her hands shaking slightly, she moved in close to him and reached up to finish zipping the shirt. She worked slowly, as slowly as she could, for she didn't want it to end. Her hot breath bounced off his back, only inches from her face, and warmed her lips. Her hand brushed against the back of his neck, sending a tingling wave shooting down her arm.
She was three-quarters of the way up when he turned suddenly, facing her. She kept her hand on the zipper, not willing to let it go. He inched closer to her, staring down into her eyes. Chloe felt herself tremble as he moved closer still, until their bodies were touching. She felt his unmistakable hardness on her leg, and she desperately wanted to reach down and grab it, her other hand free to reach around and grasp his butt. She didn't, though – her hand remained firmly on the zipper.
Slowly, she began zipping again, her eyes never leaving his. She reached the top, but he didn't acknowledge her completion of the task he had given her. Instead, he stared intently into her eyes, almost as if to say , Would you really rather be folding shirts right now?
Chloe hardly dared to believe this man, this sexy man whom she hadn't been able to stop thinking about since he entered the store, was standing before her now in tight biking shorts, rock hard and close up against her. Despite herself, she began to grow hot and shifted ever so slightly so that his erection, still tight beneath the shorts, was pressed against her crotch.
As she did so, he took a deep gasp of air. She felt his hand on the small of her back, and the look in his eyes shifted ever so slightly, his gaze boring fixedly into her. Chloe felt as though he was asking, without words , Do you want this as much as I do?
"Yes," she whispered, though he had not spoken. She didn't know what else to say. She wanted him, desperately wanted him, and felt herself grow swollen with longing.
He leaned down, his mouth suddenly on hers, and they fervently embraced. Chloe found herself slowly grinding against the hardness of his cock, and Aidan pulled away ever so slightly, smiling down at her as if to say, Wait… just wait . And then his mouth was on her neck. He pulled the neckline of her shirt over her shoulder, and she felt his hot breath on her bare skin. She quivered in anticipation.
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