3. Jasmine
Jasmine
Flora moves away from me as I approach the counter with my kombucha in hand. I don't understand her, one second she is flirting with me, the next she is putting space between us. It’s like she has a little devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other, telling her to do conflicting things.
News flash, that makes two of us.
I shove down my budding arousal and frustration, plastering a chipper light smile on my face.
“What did you need to show me?”
The two of us go over next week's planting schedule and volunteer person schedule, seeing who needs to pick up the slack in the green houses, fields or store.
She goes to flip over the paper for our to do list, but our hands touch. A static zap of electricity pops between us, causing all the hairs on my body to stand up, besides on my head.
“Sorry,” I say, rubbing my hands together.
Flora takes my hands into hers, bringing them up to her lips, and kisses them gently. The sweet sign of affection is the tipping point. “Don’t be sorry, Honey.”
When her eyes flick up to mine, it's clear she wants more just as I do.
“Flora…kiss me, please. I’m begging you, just do it already.”
She drops my hands, like they are suddenly on fire or something.
I do the only thing I know to do, dropping to my knees on the tile floors, behind the counter. My head bows, and I lay my hands on top of my thighs, palms up.
It feels like minutes before she clears her throat, saying, “Jasmine, you don't understand what you're asking of me.”
Yes I do!
I lift my head, her gaze boring into mine, causing me to drip into my silk panties.
Is it possible to cum just from eye contact?
Growing desperate and needy, I say, “Please, Ma’am, I need you,” giving her a pouty lip and batting my long black eyelashes up at her. Trying my damndest to plead with her to finally act on her desires.
“Honey, I would like nothing more than to sit you on this counter and feast on your pussy like it's my last meal…” She pats the top of my head, my long, dirty blonde hair, falling into my eyes. “But it would complicate things, and Zee would lose her mind.”
Tears pool in the corners of my eyes out of frustration and need.
Sniffling I say, “She cheated on me, then dumped me. I dont give a fuck what she thinks. Please Flora, I promise to be a good girl. I will drink all my water and keep my phone with me.”
She bites her bottom lip as the AC kicks on, blowing cold air right between my legs. I hadn't realized that the air vent was right under me. The cool air makes my nipples harder than they already are.
“Stand up, Honey.”
I do. Darting to my feet, my eyes still glued on the floor. “Look at me.” Flora reaches out, cursing my cheek with her hand. “Sweet girl, we have work to do, but if you behave today, maybe I will reward you later.”
God damn it.
Just when I think she is going to release me, she leans in, her hot breath grazes my lips. Her hand wraps around my throat for a brief second, as the faintest kiss pecks my lips, but it's over before it begins.
“Now get to work and find your water bottle.”
Flora turns on her heels and slips from behind the counter, her braids swaying on her bare back as she saunters away and out the back door.
Yes, Ma’am.