Wait!

She was almost at the door, her latte cradled in one hand, when something snapped inside me—a **** spark overriding the shy knot in my stomach. My heart hammered like a drum in my chest, blood rushing hot through my veins, making my clit pulse with that insistent throb I'd been ignoring all shift.

I couldn't let her slip away without saying something, anything, to bridge this aching gap.

'Wait,' I blurted out, my voice cracking on the single word, louder than I meant it to be. Heads turned from the line behind her, but I didn't care. She paused, turning back with those piercing blue eyes widening just a fraction, surprise flickering across her flawless face.

I stepped forward, my sneakers squeaking softly on the tiled floor, closing the distance to the edge of the counter as much as the barrier allowed.

My hands trembled as I gripped the cool metal edge, knuckles whitening, while heat bloomed between my thighs, my pussy slick with the raw need her presence stirred.

God, she was so close now, close enough that I could see the faint freckles dusting her nose, the way her blouse clung to the gentle rise of her breasts with each breath.

'I—I just had to say,' I stammered, my throat dry, words tumbling out in a rush laced with the desire I'd bottled up. 'You're... radiant. Like, your beauty, it's just... stunning. I couldn't not tell you.'

The confession hung in the air, **** and exposed, my cheeks burning as if I'd stripped naked right there behind the register. Her lips parted slightly, a soft exhale escaping, and then our eyes locked—deep, unblinking, the world narrowing to just that connection.

Electric tension crackled between us, thick and heavy, like the humid air before a storm, making my skin prickle and my nipples tighten painfully against the lace of my bra.

I could feel the pull, magnetic and unrelenting, drawing me in even as the counter separated our bodies. Her gaze held mine, intense and searching, peeling back my layers to the hunger coiled tight in my core, where my folds ached for friction, for her.

She didn't look away, didn't laugh or brush it off like some awkward customer service slip. Instead, her full lips curved into a slow, knowing smile that sent a fresh wave of warmth flooding my pussy, my inner walls clenching around the emptiness that begged to be filled by thoughts of her alone.