A Flash of Apprehension
I found another story I wrote many moons ago - I'm pretty sure this one was done right out of High School. I remember thinking it was too risque to share at the time. The word count came in at just under 1000, and although I have added somewhere around 300 words, this week's story is for the most part the same throughout. I didn't write this for any reason other than it needed to be jotted down at the time.
For those easily offended, know there are sexual situations in this story to go with some cursing, and violence.
A full, white moon filled a starless night as Debbie made her way to the car. A cold wind blew from the north, slipping between her legs and causing her skirt to rise. Her hands shot down instinctively, hoping to stop the fabric from moving too high. The package she was carrying fell to the ground, shattering its contents.
"Shit," she barked as she squatted to open the box. Inside lay the remains of a vase, a gift for her grandmother. "Damn it .... now what am I going to do?" she grumbled to herself, closing the lid with a huff. As she stood, a hand gripped her shoulder, and she let out a startled scream.
"Crap - sorry, sorry, it's me," a young man said as the hand let go. She spun around, bringing her fists up as she learned in her self-defense course. Her eyes widened as her cheeks flushed red in embarrassment. The clerk from the store offered a shy smile and shrug before bending over to pick up the box.
"I'm glad I came out for a smoke when I did," he said as he made his way back to the store.
"Come on ... I can fix it." A doubtful look flashed across her face but after a moment, she rushed to catch up with him. He opened the door and waited, ushering her inside.
The heater hummed and the blast of warm air brought a smile to Debbie's lips.
"It feels great in here," she said as she slipped off her jacket.
She laid it over the counter as the clerk disappeared into the back. Her smile stayed on her face as she watched him walk. Mmm, nice ass. Donna twirled her skirt to the soft music coming from the radio behind the counter. Closing her eyes, she wrapped her arms around herself as she slowly danced to the song. A sudden cough brought her back to reality.
Debbie's smile widened while her cheeks flushed a bit in embarrassment. She slipped closer, still moving in beat with the music. She liked how his eyes were following her swaying hips, and she glided closer, only stopping because the counter was in the way.
"I found another one in the back," he stammered. "I'll tell the boss a kid broke the other one." He placed the vase on the counter next to Debbie's jacket before stepping past the counter and facing her.
"Oh, thank you," she gushed as she extended her hand. "My name's Debbie." He stared at it for a few seconds then reached out to gently take hers. She squeezed his hand softly, running her fingers down his palm as he pulled his hand away.
"Mine's John," he said with a sudden grin. She liked the way his smile took over his entire face and shined through his green eyes.
"I really wish there was a way to fully express my gratitude," she said, stepping closer.
A mischievous smile danced across her lips as she took his hands and placed them on her hips. She grabbed his belt buckle with her left hand and gently tugged on it. John's eyes widened, but he quickly pulled her close and pressed his lips against hers. Heat flooded her body, building in intensity in her groin as their kiss deepened. His hands slipped from her hips to her back and down to her ass. Debbie moaned into his mouth as he squeezed hard and pulled her tight against his growing excitement.
She'd never done anything like this before, but the roar of her building desire washed out the tiny voice urging caution as she pulled his shirt free before moving to the buckle. He pulled away, cheeks flushed red, and eyes wide in anticipation.
"Are you sure about this?"
Debbie could see the flash of apprehension on his face as if he worried if asking would break the spell. She giggled, pulling him closer to mash his lips against hers. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as their kiss grew more passionate. He slid his hands under her butt, lifting her until she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Not here," John gasped, pulling his mouth free just long enough to speak before searching for her lips once again. He carried her past the counter and into the back. There was a small table in the room where he sat her down and moved his kiss to her neck. Debbie relaxed her legs, her skirt riding up as she scooted closer. "Give me a second ... I need to lock the door," he mumbled against her skin.
Just as he straightened, the bell rang signaling a customer. John swore as he tried to straighten his shirt. He put his finger to his lips and smiled as he took in Debbie's pout before hurrying to the front. I can't believe this. She wondered what the odds were of someone walking in at the exact moment the store was supposed to close. Better yet the exact moment I was going to end a very dry spell.
She slipped from the table, stretching her hands to the ceiling before turning and bending sharply at the waist to grab her ankles. A giggle slipped out as she imagined his surprise to coming back and finding her like this. Debbie flushed as her imagination continued, moving him from the doorway to just behind her; his fingers slipping under her skirt.
Debbie straightened with a groan of frustration. She wanted to feel his skin against hers. Shaking her head, she realized she needed it. She pulled her sweater over her head, tossing it to the side before reaching back to unclasp her bra. She kept the rest on, aware that no matter how brazen she felt at the moment it could pass. And yet the passion continued to burn until her groin ached with excitement. She pressed her hands against her naked belly, her fingertips lightly touching the top of her skirt's waistband. Should she remove them or let John choose?
His approaching footsteps answered the question. Her body trembled as she waited for his touch. "I hope you like surprises," she sung out, her voice thick with desire.
Debbie shuddered as his hands gripped her hips, pulling her tight against him. Her arms reached back, but he grabbed them at each wrist, turning it so they were pinned between their bodies. Her chest tightened in excitement, enjoying his taking control. His hands moved up her bare skin, stopping to rest gently on her shoulders.
"Oh John," she gasped, unsure how much more she could take.
Debbie slowly bent her head back, desperate to see her desire reflected in his face. Her eyes widened as the hands slid to her neck, their touch no longer gentle. Her scream cut short as the hands tightened roughly around her throat. The leering face of a stranger filled her vision.
His eyes shined with the madness reflected in the twisted smile covering his face. A raspy chuckle slipped past his lips as he leaned closer, pinning her between the table and his large frame. Her struggles lessened as he continued to squeeze the life from her. His lips pressed against her ear as stars filled her vision.
"Don't worry love," the man whispered. "This horrible business is almost over ... then we can have a bit of fun."
Debbie's eyes bulged as her lungs screamed for air. Just one more breath. The thought rang hollow as she sank into darkness.
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