Free Run: Beginnings by Michaela Adams

few strokes, became a soaking cleft. She bit her lip to prevent a moan from escaping. They were in public! What if a customer were to walk in right now? She asked him.
                  “Ah well, now we wouldn’t want that, would we?” he said. Keeping his right hand firmly between her legs, he reached behind him with his free hand and pulled out a tattered old power tools catalogue. Spreading it in front of her on the counter, he continued to gently stroke her pussy while leaning his other arm on the counter. To any passerby it would look at if the couple were huddled together over the catalogue, intently studying the options available. Eric gave her swollen clit a neat pinch making Natalie squeak. “Why don’t you study this in case the whole medical fad goes belly up and you need to find work in a humble hardware store?”
                  Natalie huffed a laugh but was unable to think up a response. Eric’s fingers were now reaching lower towards her entrance. She took in a deep breath as two thick fingers entered her. Unable to help herself, she moaned loudly, her body spasming from the penetration. Eric worked quickly, thrusting his fingers in and out of her wet pussy. Although her body hadn’t expected such an intimate attack, it was quickly warming up to the invasion and she could feel her pleasure rising. She knew she wouldn’t be long. Eric thrust in faster. Natalie gasped as the heat within her became unbearable. She squirmed, needing the final release. As Eric’s fingers pumped into her, she could feel the end. She knew it was just a matter of moments away. Just another second more….
                  “Hey there, Eric! Did you get any more of those nails I need?”
                  Natalie jumped in her seat but Eric hardly moved. He looked up, face innocently bland. Nodding with a genial smile, he jerked his head down to an aisle. “Sure did, Buck. In the back.” And for good measure, Eric flipped a couple pages of the catalogue with his free hand, looking intently interested in a new table saw. Buck nodded and quickly headed towards the back aisle.
                  Natalie tried to stand but Eric’s chest kept her in place. “You have a customer!” she whispered, feeling embarrassment flame her cheeks.
                  “Which means you have, at most, a minute, little rabbit,” he whispered, grinning. “So let’s get to it.”
                  “No! I—” But before she could protest, Eric resumed his thrusting. Natalie’s entire body shuddered in response. She could feel her body quickly picking up the momentum that had been interrupted. Even with her embarrassment and nervousness, Natalie couldn’t help the hungry ache that was growing between her legs. She panted, needing something more to give her that extra nudge over the cliff and into that deep pool of bliss. Eric, seeming to hear her body’s cry, pulled his fingers out then thrust back in three large fingers, stretching Natalie completely. That bit of overload was just what she needed. Her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body shook from the strength of her orgasm. Aftershocks of ecstasy rocked her from head to toe as she slumped forward on the counter.
                  She could hear Eric chuckle above her. “And with thirty seconds to spare,” he teased as he left to help Buck with his shopping. 
                  When she wasn’t busy being fingerfucked, Natalie loved watching Eric work. Not only was he friendly but he was also knowledgeable and helpful. She could see that he was dedicated to his customers and in making sure that their own personal projects were successes, regardless of what they were. Natalie was proud to know that he was so well respected within the town. He had come from being an unknown orphan into a Lowell staple.
                  A few hours later, Natalie stood