One For The Road C2 Classic Edition

One For The Road - Classic Edition

Chapter Two

The Shop Girl

By Western Tiger

(A Dylan James Story)

AUTHOR NOTE - Thank you for reading this Classic Edition release. I hope you enjoy the journey. Everyone in this story is 18 years of age or above. This material is for adult fantasy entertainment only.

Dylan pulled the big F-150 into an empty parking spot in front of the small city park in Ojai. He had just driven up from LA by the back route through Moorpark, Fillmore, and Santa Paula, planning to connect with the 101 just south of Santa Barbara. It was one of his favorite drives--quiet, scenic, and always a relief after the frantic pace of LA.

He'd stopped for lunch at the pizza place at the bottom of the hill outside Ojai, but the long morning had left him restless. His morning encounter with Cat had left him a little drained, and he needed to move, to shake off the lingering energy buzzing under his skin. Wandering Ojai's covered shopping district was his usual reset. The whole stretch could be walked in five minutes, but it always felt like stepping into a slower, softer world. At 2 p.m., the street was silent--no cars, no voices, just the faint rustle of leaves in the warm air.

He paused in front of the old mom-and-pop department store that had been there as long as he could remember. A little farther down was the tacky gift shop filled with glass figurines that always made him laugh. He drifted along the sidewalk, letting the quiet settle around him, until an unfamiliar storefront caught his eye. Something about it tugged at him--maybe the dim interior, maybe the odd assortment in the window.

Inside, the shop was darker than he expected, and it took a moment for his eyes to adjust from the bright glare outside. When they did, he found himself in a small combination bookstore and gift shop. The only person inside was a young woman behind the counter, reading a magazine. She glanced up, offered a polite smile, and then returned to her page.

The place was small, filled with an eclectic mix of books and unusual gifts--an odd little pocket of personality in a town that usually kept things simple. As Dylan moved deeper into the store, he could feel the girl occasionally glancing his way, curious but not intrusive.

Dylan was used to drawing attention. He stood 6'2", about 210 pounds, with dark hair and striking blue eyes. His jeans and boots gave him a rugged look, and his fitted T-shirt showed off his athletic build. He picked up a book on Celtic runes, flipping through it without really reading.

From behind the counter, the young girl got up and moved toward him. "Can I help you find something?" she asked.

"No, just browsing at the moment," Dylan replied.

"Let me know if you need help finding anything," she offered and flashed him a killer smile. She moved off toward the rear of the store, giving Dylan a good chance to check her out. She was not just cute; she was very cute. She was blond with medium-length hair. Her tight, bare midriff top showed off her small but perky breasts nicely. She was wearing a short flip skirt that bounced in a very sexy way when she walked. She was tanned and had long legs. She looked to be about 19, and maybe 5'5" tall.

As he glanced back down at the book in his hand, he felt that familiar stirring in his groin. The girl was hot. He could not believe that he was actually thinking about trying to pick this girl up. He had just had amazing sex with Cat not 4 hours before, powering her thru several orgasms before he came. He should be done for the day, but hell, he was on vacation.

As he stood there not really looking at the book, she returned from the back. She gave him another killer smile as she passed him. Returning to the counter, she sat down and picked up her magazine once again. When she crossed her legs, Dylan caught a glimpse of her thighs all the way to her fork.

At that point, the decision was made for him; all she could say was no. Dylan put down the stupid book on runes and crossed up to the counter.

"Kinda slow today, huh?" Dylan asked.

She looked up from her magazine, her expression brightening a little. "Yeah. No one's been in for hours."

"That must get boring," he said, glancing around the quiet shop. "Shame, too. You've got some nice things in here."

She smiled at that--small, but real. "It picks up on weekends. We get tourists from LA. But weekdays?" She lifted her shoulder. "Pretty much just me and the dust."

"Is this your shop?"

"No. The owner lives out of town, so I get to make my own hours. Open and close when I want."

"That sounds convenient."

"It is. Gives me time to run errands, do things I need to do." She tilted her head, studying him with a little more interest. "So... what are you doing today?"

"Well, I'm one of those tourists from LA," he said. "But I'm on vacation, so I'm taking my time driving north."

"You here with your girlfriend?" she asked, too casually to be casual.

"No. Just traveling by myself."

She nodded slowly, as if filing that away. "That must be nice." After a beat, she stood. "Excuse me for a second--I need to check something in the back."

She disappeared behind a curtain. Dylan exhaled, unsure what to make of the exchange. She'd asked all the right questions--about his plans, his relationship status, his freedom. And he'd learned she had the run of the place. Yet somehow the rhythm had slipped, and he wasn't sure if he'd misread her.

He was about to head for the door when she returned.

"Sorry," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I had to check on a shipment. I'm supposed to do inventory this afternoon." She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Actually... I should probably close up and get started."

That caught him off guard. He'd thought things were going better than that. "Oh. I should get out of your way, then."

"Oh--no." She stepped closer, her tone softening. "I just need to lock the front door and move a couple of boxes to the back. Please stay. I haven't had anyone to talk to all day."

Dylan felt the shift--subtle, but unmistakable. "Sure," he said. "I've learned that certain requests always deserve a yes."

Her smile widened, warm and knowing. "Good to know."

The young girl moved past Dylan toward the front of the store. She locked the front door and turned over the "open/closed" sign in the store window. Then she crossed past him again, brushing him ever so gently. She moved to a stack of small boxes in the corner. Dylan watched as she bent over and picked up a small box. Her short skirt slowly rode up her long tan thighs, exposing the bright pink thong peeking out from between the cheeks of her firm, young ass. She seemed to spend one moment too long trying to pick up the box as if making sure he saw her exposed ass. She stood up, turned to Dylan, and smiled.

"If you want to, you can come back to the storeroom and keep me company."

With that, she walked past Dylan toward the back of the store and through the curtain. Dylan thought to himself, "Boy, I read this completely wrong. This is a slam dunk." And proceeded to follow her to the back.

The storeroom was surprisingly deep for such a small shop, with boxes stacked in uneven towers and narrow paths winding between them. The girl had already set down the box she'd been carrying and was now holding a clipboard, checking items off with quick, practiced strokes. Dylan leaned against the doorframe, watching her work. She looked up and gave him that same bright, disarming smile.

"This is so nice," she said. "Having company. No one ever comes back here. What do you do in LA?"

"I work in films. I'm a stuntman."

Her eyebrows lifted. "Really? Like... porno movies?"

Dylan laughed. "No. Action-adventure stuff. Cars, guns, explosions."

"That's still pretty exciting," she said. "Nothing ever happens around here."

She moved to another stack of boxes and knelt to check a label. Dylan noticed the way she paused before writing something on the clipboard, as if she was aware he was watching. When she stood and reached for the box, she hesitated just long enough to make the struggle look intentional.

"Could you help me with this?" she asked, glancing at him through her lashes.

Dylan crossed the room and lifted the box with ease. It was practically empty. She'd definitely faked it. She stepped toward him, casually pressing her lithe, inviting body against him as if by accident.

"Where do you want it?" he asked, matching her tone, playing along.

"On that table over there," she said, nodding toward a small worktable in the corner.

They carried it together, the narrow space forcing them to move in sync. When they set it down, Dylan didn't step back. He waited, letting the quiet settle around them, letting her decide what happened next.

She looked up at him, the clipboard held loosely at her side, her expression open and curious. The storeroom felt suddenly smaller, the air warmer, the moment suspended between them.

She began writing something down on the clipboard again. Her hip pressed tight against his, and Dylan decided to cut to the chase. He slowly ran his hand up her thigh and under her skirt to squeeze the cheek of her exceptionally fine ass.

The girl just giggled and smiled up at him. Emboldened by her lack of objection, Dylan ran his hand across her ass and down in between her legs in search of her hot spot. He found it and began to gently press with his fingers against her thong-covered pussy.

"My, that's nice," she sighed. "You are being rather forward, aren't you?"

"You like to be touched, don't you?" Dylan asked as he continued to rub her pussy.

"Yeah, but you should not touch me that way. You'll get me all hot and bothered. I don't like to get worked up and left."

"Who said anything about leaving?" Dylan kneeled in front of her, hooking his fingers in her thong and pulling them down her long, tanned legs. Placing her hand on his shoulder for balance, she stepped out of them as he took them off her feet.

He lifted her short skirt, exposing her vagina. Her pussy was shaved except for a small blond patch right above her clit. He leaned his face into her crotch, inhaling her light and delicate scent.

Then he stood and picked her up. She was as light as a feather to him and set her down on top of the worktable. The young shopgirl glanced at him with wide, exaggerated eyes, the hint of a grin tugging at her mouth. Something that hovered somewhere between innocent and mischievous.

"You mean you want to fuck me right here? Right now? That's wild!"

"That was my thought."

"Oh, wow this is going to be good."

"Do you have a boyfriend who might suddenly show up?" As Dylan asked this, he calmly adjusted the girl, so her butt was very close to the edge of the table and gently pushed her knees up toward her chest, exposing her glistening pussy lips.

"He doesn't get off till 6. We have plenty of time."

"So, you must do this a lot."

She pretended to pout and, in a little girl's voice, said, "It gets so lonely here. I just like handsome men to keep me company. Is that so wrong?"

"That sounds perfectly logical to me," Dylan said as he softly stroked her wide-spread velvet thighs.

"Oh god, this is hot," she exclaimed eagerly.

"Do you have a name before I start licking your pussy?"

"Does it really matter?"

"Not at all." And with that, Dylan kissed the sensitive skin of her inner thigh very close to her fork. His teeth grazed her skin, and tiny goose bumps formed along her thigh. He blew a stream of air against her fevered skin, causing her to moan in impatient anticipation.

"Smoothest pussy I've ever seen," Dylan commented as he gently pulled her vagina lips apart and exposed her hooded clit. He placed his tongue at the bottom of her moist slot and began to lick his way slowly up toward her throbbing clit. He gently ran his tongue along the rim and lips of her love channel and then dipped his tongue into her as far as it would reach. She moaned and tilted her ass forward to give him better access to her excited cunt.

Dylan continued his slow licking of her outer lips until he reached her erect clit. He began to lick and suck on her erect love button, causing her to moan in appreciation. While he rolled his tongue around her throbbing bud, the girl pulled her top and bra up over her perky tits, exposing rock-hard nipples. When he drew her clit into his mouth and began to softly chew on it and flick it rapidly with his tongue, she began to pull and squeeze her erect nipples. She moaned and grunted her pleasure as Dylan feasted on her vagina.

As he continued to chew and lick her clit, she slid her ass forward, giving him even greater access to her pussy. She put both of her legs over his shoulders, baring her entire cunt to his tongue. He slowly slid one finger into her juicy channel and began to massage her G spot. She moaned deep in her throat and began to move her ass up and down against his face.

Dylan withdrew his finger and lifted it to her mouth. Without hesitation, she sucked his finger between her lips, finding her taste erotic. When Dylan slipped a second finger up her hot hole, she screamed as she took her hands off her reddened tits and put them on the back of his head, bucking her ass up and down in time with his thrusting fingers.

For long moments, Dylan continued to nurse on her eager clit, coaxing her closer and closer to a powerful climax. He continued to slide his two fingers into her soaking wet hole, and chew and lick her buzzing clit. He steadily increased the speed of his fingers as they penetrated her vagina faster and faster. The aroused girl jammed her sodden vagina against his face and smeared her juices all over his nose, lips, and chin. Suddenly, she froze, and every muscle in her body tightened up. Then she screamed and began thrusting her cunt at Dylan's driving tongue.

"Oohhh...myy...Godddd!!!"

Dylan could only hang on as her cunt continued to thrust at his face and the nectar poured from her overflowing hole. He enthusiastically licked up every last drop of her sweet juices. Finally, as she began to calm down, he withdrew his fingers and slowly stood up, his face was covered with her pungent essence.

She lay back on the table with her legs wide open and her tits totally exposed. Her blond hair was wild from all her thrashing around, and her eyes were closed. As he wiped her juices from his face with the back of his hand, she opened her eyes and gazed at him.

"Holy fuck man, you know how to eat pussy."

"The pleasure was all mine."

"I seriously doubt that. Can I return the favor?"

"I was hoping that you would."

"Help me down."

Dylan helped her off the table and set her on the floor. She unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor as she stood in front of Dylan in all her glory, showing off her very nice tits. They are about 34B, small but perfect for her frame. She approached Dylan and started pulling his T-shirt out of the waistband of his jeans.

"You take that shirt off, and I will take care of the rest," she demanded as she stepped back to watch Dylan undress. When the shirt came off, she just stared in awe. "God, you are built," she gasped. She ran her hands over his muscular chest, abs, and down his bulging biceps. She began to kiss his chest and lick his nipples as she started to undo the button on his jeans. She continued to kiss his chest as she pulled down his zipper. Then she stepped back and yanked his jeans down over his ass cheeks. All nine inches of his manhood came jutting out and stood pointing directly at her.

"Holy God. You are huge!!" She exclaimed with awe. His thick cock stood tall and proud. In the low light of the stockroom, she could see the tip glistening with moisture.

She licked her lips. "I want to taste you," came her breathy reply.

She fell to her knees in front of him. Dylan pressed the tip of his thick cock against her lips. He let out a shuddering groan as she took him inside her warm, wet mouth. She used both hands to begin to pump his length while she licked the mushroom-shaped head. When she had enough saliva on the head, she pulled him into her mouth and began to bob her head and down taking about half his erection in her mouth each time.

A whine began to come from deep in her throat. She loved to suck cock, and she had never played with one this big. The whole time she was sucking on his shaft, she groped and teased Dylan's balls with her fingernails, driving him insane with pleasure.

She was fast, sloppy, and damn good. She was getting Dylan a lot closer to an orgasm than he wanted to get this soon. He could feel the familiar tension beginning in his balls. Almost as if she could read minds, she stopped and looked up at him.

"When you cum, is it a lot?"

"Usually. But I have already cum once today."

"Quite the little stud, aren't we?"

"Lucky day."

She hefted his heavy balls in her hand. "Anything left in here?"

"Lots. Why?"

"Because when you cum, I want you to do it on my face and tits. I love that. It really gets me off. Promise?"

"Sure," he groaned as once again she began to attack his dick like it was an all-day sucker and she wanted the sweet, sticky candy inside as soon as she could get it. She was bobbing up and down his shaft, while swiftly pumping the lower half of his cock. She was pulling him closer to the edge, but he knew if he came, he might not have enough strength to fuck her the way he wanted.

He grabbed her hands and pulled her up toward him. She reluctantly gave up his dick. It plopped out of her mouth, dripping with her saliva. She stood up and looked at him.

Dylan picked her up by the waist and hoisted her up till her cunt was even with his raging prick. Holding her like she was a feather, he lodged the head of his cock at the entrance to her wet slot and with one thrust, his penis entered her.

"Oh shit," she groaned as all nine inches of hard manhood bottomed out in her liquid core. "Oh, my fucking god, that is good!"

She groaned as he gripped her ass in his hands and began to push and pull her onto his thick cock. With her arms behind his head and her legs locked behind the small of his back, she grunted and cried out as his assault began. Her mouth dropped open, and her eyes rolled back into her head as he used long, hard strokes, thrusting his tool in and out of her hot channel. She was so light as he pushed her out to the end of his prick, and then pulled her back onto his long snake, it was like having his own personal jackoff toy.

"Your pussy is so tight," he growled as he drove in again, smooth and fast. She jutted her hips, trying to meet him as he pounded into her, but she couldn't keep up. The muscles in Dylan's neck corded in strain, his mouth open and panting as he thrust back inside her with a sound that reminded her of growling. She held on to his neck tightly, her nails digging roughly into his shoulders, and her legs wrapped around his waist as he battered her insides. She held her breath, the penetration surprising her, but she didn't want him to stop. He was fucking her fast and deep, and the sound of their slapping flesh filled the large storeroom.

It did not take long for her to start to shake and tremble like before, and he knew that she was close to another orgasm. She started to bob her ass in time with his thrusts.

"OOHH... I'm... cummminggg... oh fuck me... oh my good GOD... FUCK MEEEE!!!

She screamed as her orgasm hit. Her cunt clamped down on his pounding prick and started to dance up and down its length with her contractions. He continued to power through her contractions, laying pipe into her at a furious rate. Her screams became loud grunts as he relentlessly drilled into her dripping center.