Mr. Wade's Flower Shop

Kara was really relieved to finally be working. She could walk to the flower shop so she didn't have to worry about trying to buy a car right now. All she wanted to do was save some money and get on her feet. The air was a warm and inviting blend of roses, jasmine, eucalyptus, and lavender. As she made her way into the back of the shop she called out to Mr. Wade, "Good morning. I'm here." He greeted her with a brief warm smile and extended his hand.

"Hey Kara. Thanks for coming in early. Here's some paperwork for you to fill out. Adrianne will be here in a few minutes and she'll start training you and getting you familiar with the day to day routine." He sat the papers on the front counter and looked me over before turning and heading towards the back of the shop. Was I to follow? His movements were quick, his expression professional, his hazel eyes stern and intriguing. "Come with me, you can fill those out in a minute." He never turned to see if I was coming behind him, but I put a little pep in my step and scurried after him. "You can leave your belongings here." He pointed to a small closet with a hanging rod and a few low shelves with cubbies. "Don't be late, always be polite to customers, and stay off your cell phone. There's a fridge and microwave here if you want to bring your lunch. Any questions for me?" He handed me an apron. His tone sounded almost like he only asked to be polite but he was ready to get busy with something else.

"No, I think I'm good for now-" He almost didn't let me get it all out before he turned and stated he'd be in his office. Wow, where was the nice guy that Adrianne had described to me when she told me about the job? I shrugged and made my way back to the front counter to fill out the paperwork. A few minutes later, in bounces Adrianne looking energized and smiling.

"Hey girl! I'm so glad you're here! We are going to have so much fun. The last lady who worked here was so dry. She barely talked to me. I don't think she liked me for some reason. She was polite and all, but she always looked at me funny. But anyway, where's Mr. Wade- in the office?" Adrianne bounced on to the back of the store.

"Uh... Hi Adrianne" I said mostly to myself and Adrianne's back as she walked off happily. She was sweet, but very talkative. The lady that worked here before me probably couldn't get a word in even if she wanted to talk at all.

Me and Adrianne met in history class. She was always getting leaned on by the instructor Mr. McCormick for talking too much. Surprise, surprise. She had told me she had a little crush on Mr. McCormick and had secretly hoped he would make her stay after class. She had a fantasy that he would 'reprimand' her by giving her a good talking to, no a good scolding she had said. He would have her sit down at the seat in the front row of the classroom right in front of his big oak desk. She would be right at eye level to check out the bulge in his pants. Mr. McCormick was kind of handsome I guess. He was a ginger with a neatly trimmed hipster style beard and skin as pale and smooth as a porcelain doll. His fitted khakis stretched against his muscular thighs and he always wore a smart button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up- revealing his strong forearms that were covered in light colored hair that looked like a fuzzy peach. Hmm, now that I think about it he was a good looking white dude- I wasn't usually interested in them. Or maybe I just never paid close attention because none of them seemed interested in me.

Mr. McCormick would tell her she would never learn anything if she was so busy talking she couldn't pay attention. All the while she would be thinking 'no, I can't learn in YOUR class because I'm too busy imagining you burying that bright orange beard between my legs and bringing me to ecstacy!' And he would notice that she was not even paying attention and lean back against the front of his desk, exasperated. Meanwhile this would only make her more distracted because those tight khakis would be straining against his muscular legs and she could really get a good view now of the imprint of his pleasantly pale (she imagined) penis. The fantasy Mr. McCormick would let out an angry huff and grab her up from her chair, swing her around and press her into his desk with a predatory, lustful glare. 'Dammit, Adrianne! If you can't seem to focus on what I'm saying, I'll make you focus on something else.' Before she could protest or resist (which of course she wouldn't) he'd grab her hand and force her to feel his growing erection. She would gasp in shock and then whimper as she melted into his authority. 'Do I have your attention now, young lady?' Her reply would sound meek and innocent, 'Ye- yes Mr. McCormick. I'm really sorry. I promise to pay attention to you from now on. Just please don't force me to do anything with you' (Read: Oh my gosh, I'm so hot for you- please force me!) Then he would thrust his tongue into her wanting mouth and kiss her roughly. She'd whimper again in feigned resistance, but her body would easily submit to him. The kiss would soften slightly and his hand would leave hers- the one he was forcing her to cup his erection- only to find its way into her thick curly hair. To his delight, her hand would not abandon the post, but linger there willingly and even caress his length through his pants. He'd moan a low throaty approval and thrust his hips forward. Adrianne would snake her arm around him and boldly grab his ass. 'Mr. McCormick, I want you to taste me.' With eagerness, he would grab both of her thighs, lifting her onto his desk in one quick motion and promptly begin to slide her skirt up. Of course, she was wearing a skirt. HIs lily white hands would slide up her caramel colored thighs ever so slowly. His eyes would appreciate the contrast of their skin tones. His fingers would find her center was wet with arousal and a knowing grin would spread across his handsome face. 'Wow, you really are a naughty girl, aren't you?' He would descend slowly between her legs while pushing her back into the desk. But she would refuse to just lie back and miss the view of his ginger beard filling the space at the meeting of her thighs. No, she would lean back on her elbows and take in the entire scene that she had no doubt played over and over again in her mind. Mr. McCormick's wicked hot tongue would come out like a lizard's and gently brush her aching pussy. She'd suck in a gasp and look on excitedly. He would continue his deliberately slow pace until he felt her body swaying with each stroke of his clever tongue. She'd circle her hips to an inaudible rhythmic song. She'd grab a fist full of his hair which she'd note was unexpectedly course. At that he would groan into her core, which would vibrate against her skin and send her into a blissful, drawn out orgasm. Her head would fall back and her legs would quiver as they encircled his broad shoulders. After collapsing onto the hard desk, she would stare up at the fluorescent light fixtures and remember suddenly- but not care that she was in a classroom. In fact, that was what made the fantasy so sweet. It was the inappropriateness of it all that made the whole scenario so freaking hot. The possibility of another student or teacher walking in the room was part of the excitement. Mr. McCormick would stand up and lean over her and plant another passionate kiss on her neck, and then on her parted lips. 'Come on my naughty little student, you'd better get dressed.'

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"You ready to get started?" Adrianne came back up to the counter and snapped me out of my dazed recollection of the vivid sexual fantasy she had shared with me. I jumped up from my seat feeling like she had just barged into my bedroom during a masturbation session.

"Yup, mm-hm. What do I need to do first." I smoothed down my apron and as I stood I realized my panties were wet as a waterfall. I was glad no one knew but me.

"Oh sorry, did I startle you? I didn't mean to." She didn't bother to wait for an answer. "Let's start with the opening procedures." Adrianne went into work mode, showing me where everything was and how to set things up for the start of the day. She explained everything simply and looked up at me from time to time to be sure I was following along. I liked Adrianne. As she talked, I watched her and noticed how pretty she was. She was tall and slim with light brown skin and dark brown hair that kinked and curled and stood straight out in a cute afro. She had a great athletic figure- she looked like a dancer. In high school, she actually ran track and was pretty fast. She broke a few records at our school and upon graduation had landed a nice scholarship to Martin College. I have no idea how she had time to take classes, attend track meets, and work at Wade's Florist. But she made it work somehow. Just then, Mr. Wade appeared from his office and came out to unlock the front doors.

"How is everything going girls?" His voice was flat and business like.

"Fine. I think we've been over everything," was Adrianne's reply. She turned to me smiling assuredly, "It's pretty straight forward Kara. You'll see how easy it is to catch on to things." I watched Mr. Wade to see if the nice guy was ever going to show up. We worked with customers throughout the morning and sure enough, I caught on quickly just as Adrianne had said I would. Mr. Wade was patient as I took my time getting used to the shop. We closed for a half hour at lunchtime. As we cleaned off the counter from the last customer, Mr. Wade locked the door and flipped the 'Be back in 30 minutes' sign over to face the outside of the store.

"Adrianne, come to my office when you finish up there." Mr. Wade spoke with authority without even looking in our direction. Adrianne finished wiping the counter and started to remove her apron. As she started to make her way to the office, I had to stop her.

"Wayment', just hold up a second there missy. What the hell is up with HIM? When you told me your boss was hiring, you made him sound like this handsome, pleasant guy. And girl, pleasant he is not! I'll agree he is pretty handsome for an older dude." He was about 6 feet tall with tan skin and a hard looking body. He had straight dark hair with a few strands of grey sprinkled in that was cut short on the sides and a little longer on top. "But what the hell is up? I mean he's not really unpleasant, but dang. I've only seen him smile once all day- and that was brief when I first came in this morning. He's quiet. And he seems kind of cold and distant." I waited for Adrianne's response with sincere curiosity.

"Kara, he's okay once you get to know him. He can actually be really nice sometimes. Let me get back there though." She quickly walked back. Too quickly. What the hell? What was the hurry? And what was with the short, almost dismissive answer? I was missing something here. I'd have to ask Adrianne about it again later. For now I stepped outside, locked the front door, and headed across the street to the Mexican place. I ordered a couple of tacos and a lemonade and sat down near the front windows so I could soak up the sun that was streaming in. As I glanced over and saw the Wade's Florist sign, I wondered what Mr. Wade could have wanted to talk to Adrianne about that seemed so urgent- at least to her.

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Mr. Wade smiled with a look of approval. "She's cute Adrianne. I like her. So, you think she'll like me?" He chuckled a little as he grabbed her hand and led her over to his chair and guided her to sit on his lap.

Adrianne smiled back, "I don't know. Guess you'll find out won't you." And with that, he grabbed her face and kissed her. He moved his tongue familiarly around her mouth. His hands wandered over her slim frame, caressing her back, her hair, her ass. The kiss became a little more urgent.

"Stand up and lean over the desk." He wasn't asking and she wasn't refusing. She obediently followed his directions and turned to look over her shoulder. Yet another broad smile, and he was kissing her again- this time while hovering over her and pulling her head back slightly by her hair. "You're cute too," he teased. "Cute little tits." He tugged the left one. "Cute little ass." He smacked it hard. "Unbutton your pants and slide them down." Compliance. He rubbed her round bottom and she moaned at his touch. Suddenly, he yanked down her black satin panties, freed his ready and waiting cock, and plunged into her wet and waiting pussy.

"Oh, Mr. Wade! Mmm." She had only a few seconds to adjust to him. She pushed herself back to meet his thrusts that seemed to come out of nowhere at a quick, relentless pace. They bounced off each other, mindful that time was limited. The desk started to scoot across the floor with each passionate thrust. Adrianne held onto the sides- either trying to steady herself or the desk- but it didn't work for either. Mr. Wade's breath shot of of his mouth with every stroke. Adrianne gasped as though she was not prepared for the force of those strokes. The breaths became grunts. He looked down and watched as her ass jiggled slightly with his forceful thrusts. The sight of it drove him wild. He loved black girls. He loved their kinky hair and their dark areolas. He loved the way they talked to each other with such so much animation. He loved that they had such an array of complexions from really light to really dark. The dark ones. Oh, the dark skinned ones were something to behold. He knew when he interviewed Kara he wanted to part her mocha lips and feed her his smooth white cock. He'd pictured it as she explained the responsibilities of her first part time job to him. He imagined twirling her long braids around his fingers while she sucked him and looked up at him with her big brown eyes.

The front door chimed as Kara came back into the store from her lunch break. She left it unlocked as it had been about 25 minutes already. She walked over to the counter to grab her apron and put it back on when she thought she heard someone repeatedly grunting. What was that noise?

Mr. Wade was close to reaching his climax when he heard the chime of the door. He quickly put a hand over Adrianne's mouth and warned a 'shhh' near her ear. His movements never stopped and never slowed. The thought of Kara hearing them brought her closer to her own orgasm. Mr. Wade reached down and began to coax her clit with his finger, still pumping away. Then he pressed his mouth to her ear once again, "I'm close baby, I'm so fucking close. You better come for me right fucking now!" At his words, Adrianne's eyes rolled back and her body shuddered with pleasure as she came and moaned into Mr. Wade's hand. Compliance. He appreciated and expected compliance. As promised he ravished and fucked her from behind, bringing his right knee up onto the edge of the desk and shot his load into her promptly. Their primal, yet slightly quieter grunts continued until they were both fully spent. They savored every last drop of their quick passion and panted next to each other, their collapsed bodies sprawled across the desk, chests rising and falling in unison.

Kara almost couldn't believe her ears, but she quickly recognised the grunts as the sounds of sheer carnal pleasure. When she gave it a second thought, she really wasn't that surprised. Apparently Adrianne had a thing for older white guys. 'I guess even mean ones' she thought. She did concede that Mr. Wade was handsome earlier. Now she would have to really look at him closer- check him out. I mean her dentist was an older white guy and he was reasonably handsome too, but she didn't want to fuck him. Sheesh!

She listened as the sounds continued to permeate through the thin walls of the store. Mr. Wade's office was directly behind the front counter. She began to try to imagine what Adrianne's slim sexy body must have looked like under the forceful strokes Mr. Wade was administering. The images that were creeping into her mind made her body tingle. Damn, what was it with this place? She hadn't been this sexually stimulated for months. This was her first day at this new job and she was on her second wave of arousal- and the day was only half over! Kara continued to listen to the hot scene that was playing out in the next room. The grunts sounded slightly muffled but they certainly weren't stopping. I mean if they didn't want her to hear them- they would have just stopped right? Shit, it must have been too good to stop. The thought of it made her panties wet all over again. On top of all that, it sounded like some piece of furniture was being pushed across the floor. Wow. When it finally stopped, Kara found herself breathing a little heavier. She shook her head and pulled herself together. A few minutes later Mr. Wade appeared and walked over to the front door to see if it was unlocked.

"How was your lunch Kara?" There was a new, more amiable tone to his voice. And Kara could have sworn she noticed a slight smile flash across Mr. Wade's face. "Thanks for unlocking the door and flipping the sign." He walked towards the counter looking directly at her this time. She certainly couldn't check him out if he was going to be staring her in the face like that.

"Oh it was fine. I tried the Mexican place across the street. Their tacos are pretty good." Just then, Adrianne came up to the counter and reached for her apron. I felt like saying to her "And how was YOUR lunch Adrianne (you little slut)?" But of course I didn't ask because I already knew. It was good. Damn good.