Move in for a kiss

Your body suddenly aches, and your knees feel weak. The salesman is looking sharply into your eyes, and you can't help yourself. Slowly, you move your mouth towards his, your lips closing in for a kiss.

"What do you think you're doing?" the salesman laughs, pulling away. His eyes are dark with lust and you can tell that he's teasing you.

"I'm kissing you," you stammer, suddenly thrown off guard. It is obvious that the salesman wants you, but he seems to have turned the tables. You are unsure that you want to give up the upper hand.

"You're pretty," he says, "But you don't look like you know much about kissing. Maybe I should teach you."

"I know everything about kissing," you hiss, your patience growing thin.

"Prove it," he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest. His mouth is curved in a sexy smile, and his eyes are twinkling with pleasure. You are almost afraid to do it, but you move towards him again.

The first touch of his flesh against yours is like a bolt of lightening shooting through your bones. Your eyes close and you moan against his mouth, parting your lips and letting the salesman have you. He does nothing, though. His body remains rigid yet pliant against yours. He is truly testing you, you realise.

Intent on proving yourself you move your tongue into his hot mouth, tasting the sweetness of his body. You can feel his smooth teeth against your tongue, the soft flesh of his tongue against your lips. You moan again and move in deeper, giving every ounce of strength you have into this one effort. Finally you part from him, gasping for breath.

"Hmm," the salesman says, his eyes locked on yours. "You do know how to kiss. What else do you know how to do?"

You close your eyes and open them slowly. He has taken the control for you. Perhaps there is time to gain it back, but do you want it?