It had only been a day since she had been to the store. She remebered back to the day before and the events that had occured. Why had she lost control like that. She went in looking for him to talk, why did it end up the way it did, again. She was sitting outside the store on a bench, looking down at her phone turning it on every few seconds to see the time and see if someone had messaged her as some kind of excuse to not go back in. At this point, she really wanted to go back inside, she suspected he would be in there, whatever his name was, damn, two meetings and she still wasn't sure.

Ahhhhhhhhh, she screamed to herself in her head. What am I doing here?

It was later in the evening this time, almost as late as the first time she was here, she had gone on her phone and looked up what time the store closed, this way she couldn't be caught in the same situations as before.

There he was, pulling down the gate and locking it before heading toward and exit. Almost without thinking she jumped up and followed him. He looked pretty good from this point of view too. She walked fast and came up beside him. She opened her mouth to speak but before anything came out he turned to her.

"If you are looking for something that you may have forgotten in the store you can check the mall's lost and found office in the morning" he said in that same customer service voice he had used before.

She went bright red at the idea, her panties, in a lost and found office, how many people had seen them. Might as well write them off at this point there was no way she could gather the courage to go ask for them.

He let that linger in silence for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle, "Come with me they are in my car."

She was too embaressed to speak but followed a half step behind as they entered the parking garage even when they went into the elevator she only managed a sigh with a little bit of voice in it.

"Did you say something?" he asked

She felt the flush of heat again, was it embarressment about her situation or what it just being this close to him again? Either way she shook her head and the silence resumed.

They walked over to his car and he pushed a button to unlock it, it opened a door to the back seats and sat down in it and reached into a backpack, she stood in the doorway looking around. There were almost no other vehicles on this level and as far as she could tell it was just him and her. There was that wave of flush again in her face as he mind went wild.

He dug around in the bag for a second and then turned to her with the small bit of cloth in his hand, the familiar blue grey striped pair that had gone missing the day before. He held them out to her, not quite at full extention of his arm and she had to move closer to him to grab them. She grabbed them and pulled to put them quickly into her pocket so that the people who weren't actually there wouldnt see them.

But he hadn't let go of them and she ended up pulling herself closer to him. He reached out from the seat of the car and put a hand around her waist and pulled it toward him. Every neuron in her brain screamed at once and without thinking she turned into a sitting position and came down on his lap in the back seat. She carried a look of shock on her face, both at what he had done and at her body's betrayal of her. Before the gasp that had started to escape could be anything more than an inhale his lips were on hers. They felt like fire so hot on her lips. Soft yet firm kisses pressing his face into hers, and she was pushing back the waves of kisses turning into just back and forth of one set of lips trying to greedily consume the other.

She could feel any more resistance in her mind slip away as his hands started to grope about her waist. There was a firm grip on both hips and a push that followed the lead of and before she knew it she was sitting fully on his lap facing the same way he was, his hands were inside her shirt pushing under her bra and a second later there those fire hot fingertips were tugging at a nipple. He kissed the back of her neck and around one side as the other hand went for the belt at her waist holding her jeans. The jingle of the buckle then, the pop of a button, then the mechanical clicking of a zipper.

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Her body was all but act on its own as she lifted her butt a little in anticipation of him, and right on time with one swift yank the jeans bundled up around her knees. The one hand was furiously playing with one breast then moving to the other, pulling on one nipple before kneeding the other breast gently then a quick squeeze then back to tugging. His right hand though was moving much slower now, the furious moments that had pulled her pants down had become two fingers slowly dragging thier way around her thigh. Starting on the outside of the thigh near the butt they had traced a line down to the knee across to the inside and slowly slid their way up toward her pubic mound, she felt that rush of blood again, not only to her cheeks this time. The fingers skipped across to the inside of the other thigh, his fingers flickering to mimic little legs jumping, then another slow drag of the fingers down the inside of that thigh then even slower they made their way back up before jumping back across to her right leg, all the while his left hand worked at her breasts.

Several minutes of this fingers tracing lines all up and down her thighs and her mind was full of this electric static, combination of excitement, anticipation, and just plain horniness. She could feel him breathing as she also lifted and fell with each breath he took. He held his breath for a moment and the fingers jumped to the wasteband of her panties, not the ones surely now somewhere on the floor of the car but her current ones. The fingers fluttered as they fought thier way under the elastic, the fingers probed in different directs for a few seconds before they shot down over her now very wet slit, this wasn't like the motions before, his fingers moved quickly and found the opening searching around desperatly, only a second of akward searching before they found it, that precious little bundle of nerves and her legs started to buck and her butt grind into him as he started to make tiny circles with one finger over that button. She gasped and reached a hand down and grabbed his leg which seemed to encourage him as the left hand gave a nipple a little bit firmer of a tug and the other pressed harder into her with a little more abandon.

This kept up for a couple minutes, it wasn't long before she was moving her hips to match his motion, then suddenly his fingers came away from contact with her clit lifting up and away she was left wanting. She pushed her hips foward in an attempt to reach out to the fingers to get them to return to their work, for a few unbearable seconds there was no touch just empty wanting in the air. Then in a flurry they were back, his middle finger left its previous work and started to probe gently at the opening to her now dripping wet sex. Just barely past the entrance before withdrawing again and again and again, she tried to lean back in case he just couldn't reach any further but that didn't seem to be the case. He was doing this on purpose. Just teasing at the entrance just to build anticipation. It was a different sensation than when he had played with her clit. Making small circles he pushed at different sides of her entrance gently with each withdrawl and new teasing probe. She was getting tired of this and reach a hand down and grabbed his hand and put her fingers down over his and tried to push the finger in as deep as she could manage.

It wasn't so easy, he must have anticipated her frustration and quickly withdrew his finger. She tried to force the hand back to the place that was now aflame with heat and desire, she needed him to put that fire out and he wasn't doing it, he was just making it worse, throwing fuel on the fire and watching her melt in the heat of it all.

He was stronger than her and no matter how much she tried she couldn't get his fingers to go where she wanted them to. She could get them in the right area but he was refusing to let things line up.

She grumbled to herself exhasperated and let go with her hand. No sooner had she done that then his fingers found thier mark again, working once again at her clit. She bucked her hips hard at this and her left hand once again grabbed at his leg getting a firm grip of the muscle of his thigh. Little bits of a moan slipped out and she could feel that familiar sensation start to build up in her. His fingers were moving faster now, not only in little circles but switching to little up and down motions and pressing harder and softer, sometimes with a fingertip right on her clit and other times it was gentle trapped between to fingers where he was able to tug on it ever so gentle as he drew the small figures with his hand.

The sensation built and built and her right hand flailed wildly grasping at the seat next to him and then at his arm, She got a grip on his right forearm and as the feeling started reaching its peak her nails dug in a little to his arm she could feel her fingers curl and the nailpoints pressing into this skin. This time it was no little moan that escaped, it had only meant to be, starting as just a small release of her voice had turned into some kind of scream or squeel that lasted for several seconds as she rode out the last of her orgasm....

To be continued in part 4