Chapter 2: A New Place

Things at the shop were going very well. Paul was natural with the customers, and he and Dave had started a Tuesday morning, twenty-minute coffee break. I was thrilled that they got along so well. Paul was very attentive to anything Dave would tell him about flowers.

I noticed business was picking up and I couldn’t figure out why. The only change I made was hiring Paul. It was a real conundrum. But I know to never look a gift horse in the mouth. I gladly accepted the business.

One afternoon, a good friend stopped in. She had a big smile on her face, but Sandy was always a happy person.

“Well, Miss Claudia! When did you hire a web designer? You are stepping up in the business world. I’ve seen Claudia’s on several sites. Almost every girl I’ve talked to has seen it. And you have placed them attached to sites promoting weddings and funerals and any occasion.”

“Sandy, wait, back up. What website? I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. I don’t have that kind of money. Are you sure it’s my bus – wait a minute.

Sandy interrupted, “Here, see for yourself. It’s a great site.”

I looked at Sandy’s phone, and my jaw dropped to the floor. I was looking at a website about my shop that would have cost a lot of money, and I didn’t have it. I have to find a way to tell Sandy to leave without being rude.

“Sandy, I have to call a customer. If you can give me a few minutes, we can visit a bit longer.”

“Claudia, I’d like to chat for a while, but I have to get home. My in-laws are coming for dinner, and I better get moving. You understand.”

I couldn’t wait until the door closed. I transported myself to the back room and went looking for Paul. I was rounding a corner when Paul was coming out of the cooler. He closed the door and was almost shocked to see me.

He spoke first, “Do you need me to do something?”

“Website. What do you know about a website for the shop that would cost several hundred dollars? I don’t have that kind of money. Paul, talk to me, please.”

Paul stood there just staring at me. His face was red as a fire truck. He swallowed hard and spoke.

“I -I did it. I made the site for you.”

“How did you get the money to pay for it?” I was almost speechless.

“I do that when I’m not working here. Claudia, I couldn’t stand living in a cubicle at work, so I made a deal with the owner to work from home. Since I have been living in my sister’s basement for the last two years, I can work whenever I want. So, I also do some freelancing on the side.”

“Paul, when did you start this? This is amazing work. It must have taken you hours. And why?”

“You were kind to me. So, I wanted to help you in some way. This is the only way I know how to say thank you. I fell in love with you from the moment I started your page. I would love to take you to dinner and back to my place for a romantic evening. A basement isn’t exactly a candle-lit sitting room.”

“Would you take me to dinner and then go to my apartment? I don’t care if we go to Chucky’s Burgers and Fries as long as I’m with you. How about we go on Saturday night? I hope you are not working Sunday morning.”

“No. To be honest, I’m thinking of just freelancing. But there are so many designers it’s feast or famine. I enjoy what I do, but Claudia, if I could only be with you and work for you. You mean so much to me.”

“Paul, if there were any way, you would always be by my side. Holy crap! That just gave me an idea. Paul – can I ask you some very personal questions?”

“Sure Claudia, I don’t want to hide anything from you. I am hoping we can build a relationship. I will never lie to you.”

“Would you tell me how much you would have to move from your sister’s if you moved in with me?”

“Other than my equipment, only my clothes. And I don’t have a lot of those for obvious reasons. I don’t go anywhere but here. If I eat out, it’s through a drive-through.”

Two weeks later, Paul moved in. He wasn’t kidding when he said he didn’t have much. We rearranged the second bedroom for his equipment. That was the easy part, there wasn’t a bed in there. We went to the thrift shop and bought a chest of drawers and made room in the closet for his clothes.

Paul and I had things in good order. We ordered in and asked the driver to stop at Buzzy’s Liquor and Beer. I told Paul I was going to shower, and he could wait for the delivery. Then Paul showered and finished just in time to answer the door for our dinner.

I put on soft music for our living room picnic, and Paul set the food and beer on the coffee table. It had just gotten dark, and a gentle roll of thunder added to the atmosphere. The tapping of the rain on the window ignited the ember in both of us.

Paul sat there just looking at me. My heartbeat quickened as he looked at me. He reached for my hand, held it for a minute, then kissed it. My pulse was increasing and the mood he was setting was making me moist. Then he just pulled me to him and kissed me long and hard. Our lips parted, and he ever so lightly traced my lips with his tongue. Paul was giving me feelings I had never experienced before.

I was lost in the sensation of his tongue on my lips, my flesh quivered when he inserted his tongue in my mouth. I wrapped my arms around him and held him as tight as I could. When our tongues touched I was so wet it felt as though I had a small climax.

I reached for his crotch. It was obvious what his intentions were. I held it and felt it throbbing. I wanted it to do that inside of me. I want his balls slapping on my ass with each stroke of his shaft. I shoved my hand down his shorts and grabbed the pulsating rod I wanted so much. I released his cock and pulled my tee shirt off and just threw it. He slowly removed his, as if he was stripping to torture me.

I slid out of my shorts and lay back on the couch. Our eyes were locked. Paul removed his shorts and lay between my outstretched legs. He had my breasts in his hands when his mouth covered my pussy. I could feel my wanting climax slowly dripping onto his tongue. Paul licked the outer lips for a while and then my inner lips. He continued to arouse my waiting opening. I felt like a balloon that was at its bursting point.

As he masterfully licked and sucked me, his hands were firmly milking my swollen breasts. Each time he would pinch and pull my nipple, I would feel a small shock on my clit. Paul was arousing every nerve ending in my body, and I would not be able to resist his arousal much longer.

He sucked my clit into his mouth and began flogging it with his tongue. I was just at the tip of my climax when Paul pinched both of my nipples and pulled them as far as possible. I started to climax. He never stopped and rode my climax with me to the end. He didn’t stop licking or pinching until I pushed him away from me. My body couldn’t climax anymore. I thought.

Paul sat back on his heels. He was looking down at me with a smile that told me he had not finished what he had started. He went into a kneeling position and his rock-hard cock was pointing at the ceiling. My mind was trying to imagine another orgasm while my body was begging for his cock. I belonged to him, there would be no resistance.

As Paul lowered himself, the closer he got the faster my heart raced. His cologne surrounded my head and penetrated my brain. I was beginning to feel his weight and my legs opened to allow full access without command. The tip of his cock gently parted my inner lips. He rocked back and forth just at the opening at my wanting pussy. Now, I only knew lust, but Paul would decide when that would be satisfied.

At one point as he rocked between my lips, he slid his entire shaft into me. My mind was not processing the intrusion, but my body was just about to convulse in euphoria. Paul slowly and gently began his complete takeover. With each insertion, my body wanted more. Paul’s cock would determine when I would orgasm.

Then he started pumping me. He was giving my pussy what it wanted. A hard pounding. Each time his shaft was completely inside me, his balls smacked my ass, just as had hoped. He sucked and nipped at my tits and sent shock waves directly to my clit. The sexual barrage was sending me into a world of pure lust.

Now all I wanted was the feel of his hot sperm burning the walls of my demanding pussy. Paul’s pumping continued and his nipping of my tits was now a gentle biting. My mind trying to remain in reality, all my body wanted to climax. Damn it, Paul, fill me with your sperm. Release my soul.

Then I felt this ball of fire hit my cervix. What I needed for release was finally shooting into me. Then another shot of hot lava. My mind was in Nirvana, but my body was alive enough to react. With his next shot of sperm, my body convulsed in a massive climax. I almost bucked Paul off of me, but he continued ramming his cock into my convulsing pussy.