Stuck Beauty: A Misadventure
It felt so strange, as if some odd switch inside my body had been flipped open. This sensation was truly bizarre.
Just then, I heard Mr. Palmer's hurried footsteps coming from outside.
It sounded like he had closed the shop door, probably to keep anyone from disturbing us. He then strode quickly toward the back storeroom, his footsteps drawing nearer and nearer to me.
He seemed to be undoing his pants while walking, and soon, that searing hardness pressed against me again. Though nothing happened in the strictest sense, the intense friction still left me helplessly overwhelmed.