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ma’am,” said Ted. He grabbed the curly auburn ponytail through the hole in the back of her baseball hat, looked into her green eyes, and pulled the cap of her hat aside so he could kiss her.
    Maggie found herself glancing over at the clock. 10:30. Hmmm . It was a slower time of morning, but she didn’t know if she could risk someone coming into the shop, especially close to lunchtime. She narrowed her eyes at him. He looked back at her, his tall frame in a fake slump, his hazel eyes drooping, and a ridiculous cartoonish frown on his face. It was the glance down at those faded jeans that won her over, for it was there that she saw his very enthusiastic interest in her. His passion for her never seemed to end, and she sighed.
    Looking directly at his rising erection, she said, “You win. The customer is always right.”
    She walked over, quickly locked the door to the shop, and hastily hung the “Back in 30 Minutes” sign on the door.
    She took off her red vintage 1980s Snoopy half-apron as she walked toward the back narrow staircase to the upstairs apartment. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at his fake running motion and wide eyes.
    She stopped on the fifth step up.
    “I don’t think I can make it all the way up to my apartment,” she smiled sheepishly.
    “No need,” said Ted.
    He stopped on the third step and grabbed her around her waist. He lifted the vintage Sesame Street t-shirt and kissed her belly. She raked her hands through his curly mop of dark hair and kissed him with all the desire she’d felt from the moment he’d entered the shop. They never seemed to be able to get enough of each other.
    She eagerly dashed her tongue into his mouth, moaning when he returned the kiss with equal excitement. She leaned back on the wooden step and lifted her hips to feel the full effect of his complete hardness.
    Grinding her jeans against his, they both sighed in anticipation of their typically amazing lovemaking.
    Ted lifted her t-shirt over her head, her Boston Red Sox baseball cap falling onto the step as her moppy curls spilled out. She tugged at the button fly of his jeans as he removed her bra in a matter of seconds. Then his mouth was on her nipples, and once again she rested back on the step. His tongue, his teeth, the pressure—everything was perfect and she found herself grinding on his hard-on until her body exploded. She shook as he started to undo her jeans.
    He smiled down at her as he gently twisted her nipples with his expert thumbs and forefingers. She managed to gather herself, her shirt, her bra, her hat, and turn to go up the stairs.
    “We would probably be more comfortable upstairs,” said Maggie, clearing her throat and still shaky from the intense orgasm. Dry humping! At my age! She smiled at Ted.
    “I kinda like these steps,” he said, following her and grabbing her hips. Still both in jeans, he pressed his hardness against the crease between her back pockets. She lowered her jeans over her hips so she could feel every bit of that stiffness, automatically leaning into a sort of modified downward-facing dog yoga pose. She wore no panties under her jeans. Happy for the access, he reached around to her front and slipped two fingers into her, sliding them effortlessly in and out as he circled his hips around her ass.
    Maggie enjoyed this amazing sensation for a few moments, and then couldn’t take it anymore—it was time for his jeans to go.
    She reached behind her and lowered his already-unbuttoned jeans. She felt him step out of them and his boxers and now, finally, she could feel him against her. She reached back to stroke him and he moaned softly in appreciation. She flipped back over, sitting on her jeans to cushion her from the hardwood floor steps.
    She felt him move down two steps, scoop his arms under her waist to raise her toward his mouth, and he used his tongue to arouse her even more, if that was possible. She rested her head on her arm and let herself get close to