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his request, this time being extremely precise in his wording and more forceful in his command. “I said lock…your…door.”
    Jordan paused for a moment, glanced around the empty store, and slowly slid from her seat behind the counter. She turned her Closed sign around and turned the lock on her front door until she heard a soft click.
    When she returned to her stool she noticed Riordan had removed his dress shirt entirely, and she could see the swirl of hair that covered his defined lower abs and disappeared under the waistband of his dress pants.
    “Okay, now slowly open your blouse button by button until it is hanging at your sides.”
    Her fingers were shaking a bit. She felt her core clench with awareness as if it were grasping for something hard and solid. When her blouse hung at her sides she looked back at the laptop screen and drew her moist tongue over her drying lips. She was going to do this. He was going to watch her, seduce her, from the safety of miles away. And she was going to let him.
    Audra ran her fingers over the lacy edges of her bra, opening her blouse wide for his viewing pleasure. She was more caught up in the appreciation of his expression than the scandalous position she was in twenty feet from her own storefront. Every labored breath she heard and every encouraging word that fell from his lips made her a little bolder.
    “You are so beautiful,” he whispered. “That’s right, baby. Caress your breasts. Good, I can see your sweet nipples from here, begging to be sucked. Pluck them for me. Make them hard and ready for my mouth.”
    She lowered the lacy cups of her bra, baring her nipples so she could tug and fondle them as she would in the privacy of her bedroom. The weight of them felt heavy and hot in her hands.
    “Put your fingers in your mouth and slide them out slowly, sweet. Imagine your fingers are my tongue flicking those sweet nubs. Faster…faster. That’s it. Don’t close your eyes. Jordan... Baby, look at me! Are you wet yet? Are you dripping?”
    Jordan whimpered her reply, the hard wooden stool pressing into her sensitive mound as she rocked back and forth in front of the screen. She reached toward the screen as if to feel the hard planes of his chest and pull him closer to her body. She needed to be filled soon. Her pussy was flooding sticky juices into her panties, and Riordan looked like he wanted nothing more than to lap up her sweetness.
    The rustling on his end brought her attention to his arousal. He had unzipped his pants and slipped his thick, lengthy cock out of his boxers to ease his self-induced torment. She couldn’t help but gape at the glistening head, her mouth salivating for a swipe. She may not have had a lot of experience in the traditional sense, but even if she couldn’t fuck it she could definitely suck it and she longed to introduce Riordan to that particular skill she had mastered.
    Even while Riordan kept up the even rhythm, up and down on his shaft, he was still focused on Jordan’s pleasure.
    “Take your right hand and dip your two fingers into your pussy, baby. That’s right. Massage every wall, pick up every drop of sweetness and rub your clit for me. Can you do that?”
    Jordan hurriedly pushed past the waistband of her skirt and cotton panties to slide her fingers into her core. She moaned heavily, dropping her left hand loudly on the edge of the counter to steady her body.
    “Faster, baby. Work that sweet clit for me,” he demanded.
    A minute later, with the seductive soundtrack of Riordan’s encouraging murmurs, the wet smacking of her fingers plunging inside her pussy, and her fierce pounding of her clit Jordan orgasmed in front of a man for the first time in her life.
     
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    Riordan had never seen anything more lovely than Jordan’s head thrown back in erotic ecstasy. He had never heard anything more pleasing than her whimpers during the aftershocks of post-orgasmic bliss. He knew this night was not going to end with him one