I continue. “Well, I’ve always had a little fantasy about hooking up with a nameless, faceless guy at the linen store. You know, on one of those really tastefully decorated bedding displays?”
He pauses, and I’m ready to feel humiliated if he laughs at my silly fantasy.
“You mean those little half-size beds with a thousand throw pillows that are not actually meant for sleeping?”
“Yeah,” I say, waiting for the ax to fall.
Instead I hear a low, guttural growl and the word “fuck.” And then he says, “I can’t let you have a nameless hookup on one of those stupid mini beds. Millie, that’s gonna be me on that bed with you.”
“Oh, OK.” I can barely get out the words, I’m so happy.
More pounding and shouting.
I think Dr. Dave is in more trouble at work than he’s letting on.
“Where are you, precisely?”
I let him know that now, I’m right in front of the sporting goods store.
“Are you anywhere where the security cameras can see you?”
I grin. “It just so happens I’m in a dead zone. The cameras in this area have been acting wonky for a while now.”
His voice drops lower and he whispers, “Find a secluded spot right now. I want you to get ready for me.”
Shaking all over, I duck into a nook by the maintenance access doors, in between the hippie crystals store and the one that sells all the pop culture tee-shirts. “Done,” I breathe.
“Now, I don’t want to freak you out but—”
“Do it. Be freaky.”
His words sweep over my skin like feathers. “Put your sweet hand down your panties.”
As if I hadn’t thought of that. I unzip my pants and slip my hand down the front of my panties. “Done.”
“Are you wet?”
I slide my hand deeper. “God, yes,” I breathe. “The way you talk to me? I don’t have to touch myself to know I’m wet.”
“Fuck,” he whispers.
I close my eyes as my fingers sweep down the bare skin of my bikini area, farther down toward my split. My whole body is electrified, anticipating what he might tell me to do next.
“I’m so fucking hard for you right now, baby. Rub yourself while I talk to you,” he says. “And close your eyes.”
My hand slides lower, rubbing, while my fingers slip in between my folds. The wetness is unreal, and the sensation of my hand’s exploration and Dr. Dave’s voice in my ear drenches me even more.
“When you scream my name, I want you to call me David. OK? That’s my name. Dave is the guy on the radio. Me, here, with you, I’m just David. OK?”
“OK. Tell me what you want me to do next,” I plead.
“Has my sweet virgin ever gotten herself off before?”
I’m so hot right now my eyes want to roll back in my head and I fear my knees might give out. But I keep control of myself and answer him. “Yes.”
“Touch your clit and tell me what it feels like.”
When my fingers swipe my tight button, my body jerks and I let out a small whimper before biting down on my lip. My cheeks feel hot. “Oh!”