In an hour his shopping was done, easy when the mall isn't crowded. He saw an attractive young woman behind the counter at the pretzel shop.
She smiled as he approached, a total of four bags, two hanging from each arm. His smile as he lowered the bags made her palms sweat, a warm feeling in her body. "Two pretzels please." His voice, so deep, friendly, an easy person to talk with, she concluded. "I'm impressed." His look of confusion was cute. "Mall's been open only an hour, and look at all the shopping you have done." His laugh was sweet, reaching his sexy blue eyes. "Well, there are some things I do fast." Looking to his bags, he said, "shopping is one of them." Biting his pretzel, offering the other to her, he smiled. "And there are some things I do slow." Handing him his change, thanking him for the pretzel, she asked, "what do you do slow?" Smiling, looking around the small empty shop, he said, "its a secret, may I whisper it to you?" Feeling very comfortable with him, and attracted to his rugged, easy going nature, she leaned forward. He draped a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, his touch made her palms sweat even more, she discreetly wiped them on the back of her pants. "Kiss a beautiful woman like you."
His voice made her stomach flutter, his kiss gave her goose bumps, palms sweating all over again. It was slow, barely any pressure, a sensual touch that raised the fine hairs on the back of her neck. She felt herself leaning forward, swept off her feet is not the perfect phrase, ten feet off the ground is. Slowly backing away, she leaned more to him, never aware she was almost over the counter.
Opening her eyes, feeling her cheeks blush, her finger tips touching them. His smile was coy, knowing, she felt naked. He held up a single yellow rose. Her fingers numbly touched the stem. He turned, carrying his bags, looking over his shoulder, "dinner tonight?"
Her day went by very slow, she couldn't stop smiling either. As soon as he was out of sight, her fingers touched her lips, a surge of warmth, pleasure had her blushing. She couldn't wait till tonight.
A single white carnation, blooming, fragrant, held in her hands as he drove. They talked about everything, it seemed, laughing together like best friends. Dinner by candlelight, in a small Italian restaurant.
Dancing on a wooden floor, under the stars. He offered her his arm as they walked to his car. She held his hand as he walked her to her door, to her, it felt like she floated.
"I had a wonderful time tonight." His voice so sweet, deep, smile filling her with heat she could barely contain. He kissed her hand, a blue carnation appearing out of nowhere.
Her hand faltered, reaching for the knob, his kiss was ever so slow, consuming. His tongue, like a breath touched her lips.
Dizzy, drunk with passion, no longer trying to figure out what cologne he was wearing. Her fingers were opening his shirt, they trembled a bit. They traced his chest, her palms wet against his warm skin.
Trying to catch her breath, his lips kissing down her neck. Running fingers through his soft hair, lips moving down to her breasts. Her bra opened easily from his touch, her body clenched as he sucked her nipple. Tongue flicking softly, teeth gently grazing. She moaned in his arms, heat between her legs rising.
On her couch, her feet on the coffee table, kneeling between her spread legs, his lips kissing her lips, tongue, the tip, along the outer edge. Her hips lift into him, hands on his head pulled him in tighter. Gasping, he's sucking her clit, fingers spreading her lips. She is the flower, her fragrance making him dizzy. She cums, her body arching into his mouth, sweet nectar flooding his tongue.
Standing, his pants come down, his cock, hard, thick, she kisses the tip. Her mouth moves down the side, up the other, her tongue tasting its skin. His cock curves up in her mouth, throbbing against her tongue.
Sweaty palms grasp his cock, placing it at her hole. Her body arches as his size, huge, enters her, she cums in seconds.
His kisses are truly slow, their lips making love. His cock is steady thrusting, her legs locked around his, orgasm after orgasm as her pussy tightens, squeezes his cock.
Like a rush, his cock moves faster, harder, deeper into her. Her arms wrap around his body, legs tighten on his. Moaning together, wicked hard thrusts her orgasms fiercer. He bulges inside, cum shoots out, deep into her pussy. His cock twitches like a live wire, spraying cum all over her walls. Faster he plunges, deeper hard as a ram. Ropes of cum flooding her tunnel, she feels it sticking to her thighs as it runs out.
Gasping in each others arms, he whispers "I ran out of flowers."