*****WARNING*****This blog post contains graphic sexual content. Reader discretion is advised.
Seamus Reinhardt watched the mailman leave with the slightest of grins on his face. Brian Stapleton was one of the older mail handlers and, while not anywhere near as bad as Mrs Norris was a bit of a prude. Not that he’d ever said anything, but Seamus had been warned and now saw for himself that when Brian was working, the Love Shack was the last stop on his route, despite them being literally next door to the post office. And when he was inside, that was when he became quick and efficient, dropping off the letters or packages with hardly a word of conversation and leaving.
Today’s shipment had been several boxes from several companies. Megan never ordered many until she got opinions from her volunteer testers. Before Seamus turned 16 and was old enough to legally step into the Love Shack, there were few men to get recommendations for. After Seamus came of age, he became one of those male voices. He gladly tested the products, either on his own or with the help of a female friend, usually Daisy Dale. But the last two shipments, he’d only tried out himself. Daisy had become very clingy and Seamus had backed off. Usually he came back … eventually. But this was already a long stretch.
Once Brian left, Seamus was alone in the store. It was close to closing time and he really didn’t expect anyone, so he was able to sit in the office with the door open, so he could hear if anyone came in or not. He set the boxes on the desk, then sat himself. As he reached in the drawer that had the box cutters, he let his mind go on autopilot and think, again, of the email he’d received only the night before.
Iris had promised him a short story and she had delivered. Set in Victorian times, the story involved a young girl who had been betrothed to a man. She had to travel by train to meet him and had an erotic encounter with a stranger on the train. So erotic an encounter that she worried her new husband would never be able to satisfy her. But when she arrived and as introduced to her betrothed, he turned out to be the stranger that she’d been with on the train. Seamus had loved the story, but had not yet managed to reply and thank Iris. As he opened boxes, he considered how to reply, because ‘thank you’ didn’t really cover it in spoken words, never mind the 12 point font of an email.
Iris Page was taking a walk after a short shift at the library covering the afternoon storytime for tots. The kids were sweet but 6 of them at once had made her want some time of her very own. She took a roundabout route and continued her self guided tour plan, noticing some more shops, and then eventually deciding what she really needed was a good cup of tea to go. She popped into the Perkatory because the proprietor was so delightful and the tea was quite superb. She thanked Buni and made a point of introducing herself. May as well befriend her favourite new haunt’s personality.
“I have to tell you how much I love this place, and your tea. You are my favourite shop Buni. I’m Iris if I haven’t told you before. Iris Page. I work at the library. My father is the new ophthalmologist.” She wiggles her own glasses.
Weekdays meant less customers, so Buni as free to chat it up with more of her customers and had found herself interested in many ho had come to Alexandra. “I tank ya.” she smiled at this new girl, Iris Page. “And I glad dat Zeno Katz got him some hep. He try an lib dere he git half a chance.” she snorts. “An ye know me tea .. most ob it grown nah right here on da island.” she tells the girl. “I tink it bettah dan befo … and it was good befo .. nah it’s eben bettah,” she nods. “Opta .. he a eye dockta, den? Might see him, but I see fine nah.”
Iris listens patiently to decipher the accent and smiles “I’m happy in the job. And fantastic about the local tea. Yes well my father would argue everyone should get their eyes tested.” She laughs. “Have you lived here a long time Buni? You seem to know stuff.” She notices.
Buni grins. “I let him look. But he ain’t gon take me money too much nah.” she proclaims. “Oh, I been here since I was young like you. Come from Trinidad … island ta island.” she chuckles. “But dis ain’t tropical but … I tink it needed it some cultcha, and I bring dat. An coffee … Trinidad coffee.” a man walks in with a large nose and a policeman’s uniform and she looks at him, and then to Iris. “Ya come fo mo someday, Iris Page. I gots to git back ta work.” she turns to the man. “What ya wan, Sam Wright? Best ta be coffee, aint no crime heah! I gots new cast iron ta make sho!”
Iris laughs at Buni. She was just too awesome. And island to an island. She could relate to that but Victoria hardly brought as much culture as this woman carried with her every breath. “I will do that. You have a good day Buni.” she smiles politely at the policeman and lets them get to his order. She stepped out onto the sidewalk and looked around and decided to cross the street. Irish peered into the laundromat with some curiosity. Laundromats were kitsch. There was a young blonde woman in there folding who looked dissatisfied with her job and lot in life. Iris felt there was a story there but she wasn’t going to try and collect it. She kept on walking and a purple and white building drew her in “The Love Shop? Now we're talking..” It was exactly what she was hoping for, a sex shop. The door chimed but there wasn’t an immediate clerk behind the desk. Iris wandered and browsed letting her imagination flitter about. She was coming from work so she had a brown leather backpack on and still her tea to go cup which she hoped was ok to have in the shop. She wore her signature cardigan, beige today over a fun little retro blue smock dress that came to just above her knees and a pair of tall brown boots. As always she had on he brown cat eye shaped tortoise shell glasses and today she also wore a little brown needed necklace on a leather string.Her raven black hair was pulled halfway back on the top and the waves cascaded all around her shoulders and back.
Seamus had gotten all of the boxes emptied and was looking at the stock. The rule at the shop was that he could take his pick if he was the one there when new products were delivered. He was looking over them when the chime rang, announcing a new customer. He stood and walked out, seeing no one immediately, so he moved to the back and walked along, looking down each of the four aisles. When he found the customer, he couldn’t resist a smile. “Welcome to the Love Shack, Iris Page. Can I help you?”
Iris jumped at her name and the voice addressing her. “Seamus!” She gasped with a little laugh “You work here?” And then she thought about it “Of course you do….” She looks completely comfortable in the shop and in no way shows any shame in being discovered by him there.
Seamus’s smile widens when she asks and then realises of course he works there. “First male employee in the shop's history, I might add. Had to give my parents a lecture on the value of condoms, vibrators and other safe sex practices, but once I did, they signed. So I guess that also makes me the youngest employee male or female since I was 16 when I started 6 weeks ago.” he sees and is not surprised by her ease in the shop. Before I take care of your needs … I would like to thank you for the email. I loved the story and your debt to me is completely fulfilled.” he grins. “And now … he straightens a bit and actually looks quasi professional. “Can I help you with your needs today in any way?” not his usual spiel, but if nothing else he and Iris have a budding friendship and this banter is part of it.
Iris looks duly impressed “Good for you. All valuable parts of human health.” She has a look of logging a piece of information in her head “So you’re 17 now. Question answered then. I’m 18 in case it was your question too. 19 on December 18th. And happy belated birthday by the way.” She smiles “I’m glad you liked the story...completely fulfilled?” She chuckles “You really want to take care of my needs? I like that in a man.” She looks around curiously “Show me something new?”
Seamus makes his own mental notes. “May 22, so I’m still in 17 for the long haul.” he bows his head. “Thank you.” he grins and nods. “Completely fulfilled.” which may strike her as a little odd in a male, as the male character did not get off at all. He looks at her evenly. “Yes. I really do.” it’s true and the hole Iris thing is very unique for him. Their banter, talking. She made him think and she made him work and that was more than rare. It just didn’t happen. “New … Well.” he strokes his chin, considering. “What are you looking for? Condoms, lubes, a dildo or a vibrator. Let’s start there.” he suggests.
Iris raises a brow and then has an inner chuckle, hoping in her heart of hearts he fulfilled himself while reading her words. The idea of him doing that is dizzying to her. “Alright….well discreet and quiet...I have privacy concerns in my current household. But I’m not opposed to picking my moments out and about if there’s an option to become unseen….so um purse sized vibe or dildo I suppose. I’ll be honest my body is pretty cooperative and I don’t often need a lot of lube, just my imagination.” She admits. Iris is telling him maybe more than some people want to know, but he did say he wants to meet her needs so being specific is always more helpful.
Seamus listens to her answer. “Understood. Siblings. Parents. I can relate.” he licks his lips, and looks thoughtful. “Then never mind the lube. So small, quiet and discrete.” the list grew smaller. He moves a little closer and looks down at her a bit. “Strength?” he asks softly. “I mean, do you want to cum quickly, slowly, or have something that will serve no matter how fast you prefer to take to achieve orgasm.” he technically doesn’t need to know that. This question is perhaps 75% personal and 25% professional.
Iris admires his professionalism and his self control. If he was really the clueless jock her sister wondered if he was he would have done or said something initiating contact. Mind you in some ways she couldn’t stop watching his hands as he spoke and thinking about it too. She had a thing about hands and arms that was an unexplainable preference. Seamus had them. He had stepped closer and said strength? His would do…..She clears her throat “I’d usually say slow but that last option intrigues me. Tell me about that.”
Seamus considers. “Slow suggests you prefer your fingers … or someone else's.” he notes, adding that last without an ounce of hope in his voice, but plenty in his mind. “But you want the option to get off in seconds, which is something a finger may not be able to do. Damn humans.” he inhales. “Meet me at the counter. I think I might just have what you want.” he smiles and turns going back the way he came. If she goes to the counter, he won't be there, having gone into the office to get … what she wants?
Iris has let her gaze fall back to Seamus’s hands when he says fingers, hers or someone else’s “Yes I like fingers a lot. You have very nice hands Seamus.” She doesn’t mince words about her distraction. She has to laugh at his commentary on human limitations and then a little weak in the knees, which doesn’t happen to her easily when a man isn’t even touching her. She nods and smiles and walks to the counter, looking around a bit. Maybe she was meant to follow him? He is at work. And not yet Seamus. Your beautiful hands are worth a wait and a fantasy or two.
Seamus smiles at her compliment about his hands but does not reply. They wanted each other … that much seemed clear to him. He goes into the office and takes one of the two boxes that had arrived that day. He comes out and stands behind the counter. “We just got this in today.” he tells her. “It’s a five speed lipstick vibe.” he holds up his strong index finger. “But … it comes with a couple of sleeves.” he unseals and opens the box, dumping out the contents. The vibe is metallic green, but the sleeves are clear, not emulate any human skin tone. Nodding, he observes. “See, the vibe itself is metal and so it's going to be long lasting as well as giving the user the option to make it warmer or colder.” he sets it down by the sleeves. And reaches for the single AAA battery that came with it. “Let me get this powered up and we’ll see how weak or strong it is.” he murmurs, unpackaging the battery package and loading it into the vibrator.
Iris looks very interested in this offered product “Well it wins for discreet...and in my favourite colour.” Her eyes follow his finger and then she looks back to the vibe and the sleeves “Curious. And I am curious as to how loud it is…” She says with a little laugh but all honesty. She watches Seamus’s hands lad the battery and then looks him in the eye. Iris didn’t assume he was going to offer to test it on her but this was some detailed customer service and she let her mind wander into something she might just have to write to Eliza about later.
Seamus nods, “Patience, Iris.” he mockingly chides as he twists the top back on the vibrator, battery now loaded. He clicks the black button on the top and there is no sound. He takes it in one hand and presses it to the index finger of his other hand. “OK, that is a slow hum.” he murmurs and clicks again. Still silent. “A little more power, but still not a strong vibration.” he clicks again and, in the silence of the shop there can be a slight buzz heard. “And a bit more…” he clicks a fourth time and the buzzing grows a bit louder, but still not terrible. The fifth press, indicating its strongest, gives an audible, but not loud buzzing. Seamus nods and presses the button a sixth time, turning it off. “Now … I’m guessing the sleeves will muffle the sound of the vibe itself.“ He slips on one of the two ‘fingers’ as the latex is molded to look like that. He chooses the thinner one of the two. Once again he clicks. With the sleeve on, no noise is audible until speed 4. Nodding, he seems satisfied. “And probably with that thicker sleeve, it’ll be dead quiet at top speed.” He takes the thin sleeve off of it and sets it aside, putting the vibe on the counter and resting his hands by the sleeves. The thicker one would make the vibe slightly narrower than his own index finger. “I think you’ve found a winner ….” he grins. “But … there’s a little catch …”
Iris is rather transfixed by his hands showing her all this toy can do but she’s also analytical, not a dewy schoolgirl. She nods about the vibrations with a little look of concern until he engages the sleeves and then it’s much quieter. Then she allows herself to look back to the fingers, his fingers, knowing damn well which sleeve she’ll be using. In fact she lets him see her eyes draw a line between the thicker one and his index finger “Yes a winner indeed. What’s the catch Seamus?”
Seamus follows her eyes and understands she is comparing the sleeves to his fingers. Considering his hopes for the future, he takes it as a good sign and he becomes more hopeful for their Sunday excursion. But for now he gives her a slight grin. “The catch is … I can’t sell it to you.” but once again he holds up his finger. “See, Megan … the owner won't put anything on her shelves that hasn’t been proven to be good. So she or one of the silent partners … all of whom are women, test the products once we get them in.” he flicks the finger once in a wait there’s more sort of a way. “However, I also get to test the products. The last couple of months it’s been lubes only, but I can take my pick of what product I want to test. So ….” he points straight at her. “I’m willing to do a favor for a friend and select this vibe, if you’ll do me the favor of letting me know your honest review. Nothing detailed, but just making sure it delivers. Rate it on noise level, its discretion, its power and of course battery life, if you run the battery down completely.” He lifts his eyes and connects them to her. “If you want to … and if you can, as this has a finger shaped sleeve, you could even compare it to a human finger.” That last sentence is strictly Seamus, although he knows that the women he works for would love that in a review, but usually it is only them and they don’t technically count in reviews. Neither does he anymore. He doesn’t volunteer himself .. at least not aloud, but Iris knows he wants her.
Iris gives an exasperated gasp as he says he can’t sell it to her but as he goes on she can’t stop smiling. When he points at her she looks mock contrite “It’s not even my birthday…...but sure I can review it. I need it to be anonymous though if it’s in writing and accessible to the town. I’m the library assistant who runs the children’s story time. I don’t want parent complaints that I'm a naughty librarian.” She says with a laugh but means it truly. When he says she can compare it to a human finger she actually shifts from just watching his fingers to sliding her hand across the counter and wrapping her fingers around one of his, the index one “I’d love to…..the vibe, and then mine..” and she just says it outright “And yours. Obviously not here and now but I don’t see the point in being shy about what I want.”
Seamus chuckles. “Well, I missed your birthday, but you’re helping me out. Favor for a friend.” he nods at her need for discretion. “Of course. We get a lot of those.” he admits. “All that matters is that it is an honest review. No one will know.” She wraps her fingers around his index finger and he understands completely. “I appreciate you’re not trying to play coy with me, Iris.” he tells her. “And I would love to help you with your review .. but of course not here.” he inhales and exhales. “But if you let me know when you’re free and I am too, I can show you a place or two you might like to visit with me for a few minutes of fun.” he pauses. “Or we can wait until Sunday. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t hoped to show you some of the darker corners of Coffee Ink.”
Iris closes her eyes and smiles “I was so hoping you’d say that...about dark corners and places for fun here.” She lets go of his finger and packs up all the parts of the vibe “It could be either or...or both.” She’s open to connecting sooner than Sunday. “Text me tonight even.” She slides her pack off her shoulder and puts away her new toy “Thank you for this…Seamus Reinhardt.” Iris darts a glance around and impulsively she leans forward and kisses him on the lips, just lightly, if he allows it. That’s all she’ll ever offer at this moment and it seems kind of like a goodbye kiss in the present one.
Seamus smiles and watches her pack the vibe up. “I vote for both.” he murmurs and nods. “I will.” he promises. The kiss is a bit of a surprise but he accepts it. Just a peck, really. “We’ll get together tonight.” he needs to plan a bit, but that shouldn’t be difficult.
Iris gives him a little knowing look and wave “Excellent customer service…” She says with a grin as she exits. By the time she gets home her family is in the kitchen preparing dinner in their usually mayhem. Iris calls a quick hello and then sneaks off to the bathroom after a brief chat with Paige to fill her in on the day and asks her to run interference. She just needs a tiny bit of privacy to know, for her review of course. She locks the door and just settles in for a little test of the toy. It satisfies her quietly, twice. She suspects Seamus may do better but that delivered. Then she quickly washes up and changes her clothes and joins her family like the end of any work day. She is exceedingly cheerful though all through meal prep and eating.
Seamus closed up the shop at seven o’clock and headed home. He’d missed dinner, but there are leftovers. While he eats, he chats with his parents, Logan and Kurt. Overall a very happy evening. Not as chaotic as when they were all at home, but still nice. He loads the dishwasher without complaint and heads upstairs. In the bathroom, he showers, thinking of Iris and letting his own imagination have some playtime. He satisfies himself and finishes his shower. Dressing is never as much a chore as people think. He doesn’t spend hours pouring over outfits, no matter how excited he might be for a date. Lounging in a towel in his room, he starts the evening with a text to Iris that simply says ‘Meet me at Perk 8:30’. Choosing jeans and a zipper hoodie with black tshirt underneath, he puts on fresh socks and, at eight-fifteen, he puts on his trainers, and heads out the door. It is a cool, but not cold evening. Not a cloud in the sky, even though if there were his plans would only change from outdoor to indoor. He arrives at Perkatory at 8:28 according to his phone and leans against the lamppost out front, casually.
Iris checks the weather for the evening and changes her outfit to just add a pair of stockings in a light cream with a little pattern in them. She also puts on fresh underwear and a bra that are more fun, a dark green lacey set like the vibe and garters to hold up the stockings. From the length of her skirt no one will ever know but Seamus if things go there later as discussed. She brings the vibe in a small purse because who knows right? Her family is occupied with TV and Paige is sewing something. Iris offers a brief goodbye and is off with her brown tall boots rapping on the pavement. She sees Seamus leaning against a lamppost looking delicious “He’s like a redheaded James Dean in his pose. “Hello Seamus.” She greets “Were you craving coffee?”
Seamus isn’t facing her, not wanting to look too eager. “Hey, Iris.” he greets her. “I thought we could have a couple of drinks on our walk.” he nods at the door. “Perk’s only open till 9 .. small towns.” he grins, noting her clothing. Her taste wasn’t his taste, but she looked great to him. Very retro.
Iris nods “Yes I’ve read all the hours...and I do love the tea here.” She walks to the door and opens it, holding it for him behind her “You look cozy….” She smiles at him “Huggable.” She says casually and walks in. Iris wasn’t all sex all the time. Clearly from the end of her story she was also a bit on the romantic side sometimes.
Seamus goes through the door as its held for him. Another first, to be sure. “Thank you, so do you. So why aren't we hugging?” he asks as the door breezes shut. He opens his arms if she wants a hug. He doesn’t care who sees him with Iris … but sometimes girls didn’t want to be seen with him, which was amusing. Half the girls he was rumored to be with, he hadn’t been.
Iris sees him open his arms and lets out a breathy laugh “Sexy and sweet. I like you.” She does hug him then and it’s a good hug, a genuine hug, a hug that makes one feel pretty damn adored. She smells like lavender and orange mixed together and she’s brushed her hair again so it’s very soft.
Seamus hugs her and inhales. She smells incredible and he gives a subtle rub of her hair with his cheek before letting her go. Then he runs his hands down her arms and moves slowly to the counter. She can grasp his hand before the fingertips follow the rest of his body. “Hey Buni.” He greets her. “Let me have a large blackberry mojito green tea and whatever the lady is having.” he glances at Iris.
Iris melts a bit in his hug and when his hands slide down her arms she does grasp his fingers and walk with him to the counter hand in hand “Hi Buni. How are you tonight….Seamus...thank you...Morrocan Mint tea please.”
Buni sees Seamus Reinhardt hug the new girl .. Iris Page .. and looks bemused. Looked like a first date to her. “Evenin you two.” she replies back and looks at the lapsed hands with no shame whatsoever. “A fine night fo walkin, ain’t it?” she turns to get their drinks prepared.
Seamus isn’t the blushing type and today is no exception. “Yea … it is. Perfect night for it, I think.”
Buni tosses over her shoulder. “Depend on ya company, Shay.” and goes back to the order.
Seamus glances at Iris by his side. “Good point.”
Iris has no shame in any of it and just smiles and parrots back “Perfect night for it.” She heard Buni call him Shay “Do lots of people shorten your name to Shay? And do you prefer that?”
Seamus keeps looking at Iris and shrugs. “Either works, but if I have a choice it’s Seamus. People tend to shorten names, so mostly I just roll with it.”
Buni comes back with the tea and sets it down, tapping at the card reader. “I call ya dat cause everybody else do.” she defends herself. “Well dem girls. You ain’t tell em dat or day just stupid?” she demands.
Seamus retrieves and taps his card. “Did it ever look like the girls cared what I wanted to be called?”
Buni arches her bro. “Dey jest glad to be on ya arm, eben when ya nose in a book.” she snorts. She knows how much he’s studied. “Nah I know, Seamus. No git ta alkin Imma go upstairs an watch da nature channal. Ain’t got no cute redheads aftah me tonight .. or no odah night neither.” she mock snorts. “Be good ta im, Iris. He mo dan he look like he be.” and she brushes them off for the customers behind them.
Iris hears him, immediately “Seamus it is.” Then she takes in the banter back and forth between he and Buni and both enjoys it and learns a few things. She just gives Buni a little nod and a smile “I figured as much. Have a good night with ...nature?” She says as her farewell as she takes her tea in her free hand. After they get out the door she just casually says “So you’ve got a whole harem thing going on? I don’t have to fight anyone to have a night with you do I? Because it’ll all be Victorian insults and they’ll likely just be really confused.”
Seamus is glad someone opened the door for him, so he didn’t have to let go of Iris’s hand. Outside she asks him about a harem. “No fighting. They’ll lose.” he laughs at them being confused. “Sadly, that’s probably true.” he leads her across the street here the laundromat is. “The truth is I had a lot of dates, but not all of them ended with sex and I can’t even think of a girl I ever called my girlfriend. Shit, if its nothing but sex I don’t think she counts as a girlfriend. And .. most of these girls know me as the school’s star center and captain of the hockey team.” he shrugs. “They wanted the jock. No one likes a smart man and all that.”
Iris walks with him and hears all about his not harem but the truth. “You actually sound more virtuous than I’ve been if that’s any comfort….well maybe not so much about what you might think of me..” She laughs. “Identity crap defining relationship crap. It’s just all crap. I’m sorry. And I really couldn’t give a damn about hockey, no offense. I’ll watch it, sort of. I like your brain Seamus. I was worried you might just be another jock but you won me over with your intelligence to be honest.” There’s a bang on the window of the laundromat, like something’s been hurled at it, and she starts and turns seeing the same blonde woman who looked dissatisfied earlier now looking at her like she wants to tear out her hair one strand at a time.
Daisy Dale is shaking with fury. She just saw Seamus walk right by her work holding hands with some dark haired bimbo in glasses. She knows he plays the field and she’s a friend with benefits but he doesn’t have to do it right in front of her workplace window. She hurls a soft plastic laundry basket at them, glares at the dark haired girl and runs into the bathroom and slams the door.
Iris just looks back at Seamus in shock “You...you were saying?”
Seamus walks with her and laughs. “Virtuous? Me?” he shales his head. “I odn’t care if you like or hate hockey. It only means we won’t watch a lot of games together. As long as I can still play and watch it.” he beams as she says he won her over with his intelligence. And is about to say something when there’s a bang at the window. Looking he sees Daisy running onto the bathroom. He hears Iris’s question, but a movement grabs his attention. Smiling he reaches the door just as a toddler does and starts banging on it. He opens it and picks her up. “Olivia! You working tonight?” he smiles and hugs her.
Olivia beams. “Mama’s workin. I’m helpin!” she proclaims. “Play with me?”
Seamus hugs her and puts her down. “I can’t tonight. Besides you have to help your Mom, remember?” he tells her setting her on her feet.
Olivia nods and looks at Iris. “Iwis!” she waves, a little shy as she doesn’t know the story lady as well as Seamus.
Iris calms after the bang and the angry woman when the child appears. This was one of her storytime tots. Wait a minute….was the angry woman her mother? Iris swallows and enjoys Seamus being sweet with the kid and then waves “Hi Olivia. Good job working with your mom…” She keeps her sweet face on like she does at work with kids but warily glances as the bathroom door opens and the blonde mother emerges, eyes red. Iris actually feels bad for her and starts to step back like she might bow out of this scene.
Daisy walks over towards them but not right up to them, puttering at work, trying to look busy and not upset “Hi Shay. Who’s your friend?” It doesn’t dawn on her Olivia knows the woman as it’s the daycare that takes her daughter to storytime.
Seamus looks over Olivia’s head when Daisy comes out. “Hey Daisy.” he replies. “Oh, Daisy this is Iris.” he reaches for Iris’s hand, as he had to let it go to pick up Olvia. “Iris, this is Daisy, Olivia’s mom.” He makes introductions.
Olivia goes back to her mother and tries to go back to helping.
Seamus had taken her hand before she could step back and away, feeling like she was too new and possibly intruding. With uncharacteristic awkwardness she offers “Hi Daisy it;s nice to meet you.”
Daisy hands Olvia down some of the hand towels and washcloths to fold with her little hands “Hello Iris.” She says a bit cooly “Don’t let us keep you two.” There’s a big juicy bite of guilt in her last sentence there.
Seamus hears the cool words and realizes that Daisy is probably mad at him again. But then she says not to let her keep him and he replies. “OK, and starts to let the laundromat door close. Suddenly he snaps his fingers, getting why she might be mad. “I talked to someone about your sink. Smith’s and Sons will be over tomorrow. Dillon, probably.” he starts to back out again and then stops. “I only made the appointment … the bill is on you .. and next time you really need to make the appointment yourself Daisy. I keep telling you .. be more independent.” he waves at Olivia who beams and waves back. “See you later.” and finally he lets the laundry door close. He heads up an incline, still holding her hand. “Now where were we?” he's ready to resume the conversation.
Iris watches Seamus go on about plumbing and then hears a little pissed off sort of gasp squeak as the door shuts and then Seamus is walking hand in hand with her up the hill. She laughs at his shift and then thumb points back above her teacup with her free hand “We had been discussing virtue and hockey but is this your way of letting me know you want to skip unpacking whatever that was? Because I don’t think that woman is upset about her plumbing.”
Seamus blinks and looks behind them. “Daisy?” he shrugs and sips his drink. “Daisy and I are just friends … well with benefits.” he explains. “It’s been a couple months with no benefits, but … “ he shrugs. “She relies on me for too much. We’ve talked a million times how I’m not her boyfriend but even as her friend she needs to be more independent, especially with Olivia.” he replies and stops at the top of the incline at the post office. “What do you think she was upset about?”
Iris gives Seamus an incredulous look and then laughs “A woman sees you holding my hand and throws something at a window and then goes and cries in the bathroom. Seamus…..she’s upset about YOU. Especially now that you tell me you’re friends with benefits? Look it’s none of my business but you might need to let her down gently or something if you really don’t want those benefits.” Then she looks critically at him “Olivia...is she….I mean I won’t call it a deal breaker. I really like kids and she’s a sweet one.”
Seamus listens as Iris lays it out in a way no one really has before. “Wait … you mean she’s JEALOUS?” he blinks and thinks back over their school days … or more importantly Fiona’s stories from their school days. “I mean she said it was fine .. more than once but …” he sighs and squeezes her hand. “I’ve wanted more than ‘friends fuck too’ for a long time now. That’s why I haven’t been going to see her that way. I just thought she’d get the hint …” and then Iris asks about Olivia and he sighs shaking his head. “Olivia’s father was in our school. Joey Piccolo. He got Daisy and another girl pregnant at around the same time. Matter of fact Olivia’s half brother Blaze is literally one day older than her. She’s not mine. Maybe someday but .. I don’t have any kids.”
Iris squeezes his hand back. He had not picked up on Daisy’s feelings probably because it sounded like he didn’t return them. “You’re going to need to just say it...I know it sucks.” Iris listens to the story of the guy who knocked up two girls with the kids being born a day apart “Wow he sounds like a real winner. I know Blaze too from storytime….LOVES trains. I can’t read enough train books..” She smiles about the maybe someday and then looks ahead. “I should probably tell you my own..” She thinks for a way to word it “Past….is a little sorted too. I’ve only had one what you’d call a boyfriend and then most of the rest were planned hook ups. It was a lifestyle thing, I joined a group online, fake names...always safe….well except for some of the reasons I decided to get out of it. I was...I guess you could say I was someone’s on the side for awhile. He really strung me along...but I should have known better. He’s married with kids…..then after him I had a few scary ones...where I thought I was going to be found as a body in a ditch so it finally dawned on me that the potential excitement of meeting someone under a fake name in a back alley or abandoned building maybe wasn’t a safe way to live….and then Covid happened and I moved with my family here.” She looks like she’s just bracing herself for Seamus to let go of her hand and walk the other way while he still can.
Seamus shakes his head. “Yea. You’re right. I’ll talk to her as soon as I can.” he laughs about Blaze. “Yea … Liam is the same way. Little Thai kid? 5 years old? He’s my brother’s girlfriend's kid. The one pregnant with triplets?” he starts them walking again, turning right on a poured concrete sidewalk. Then he turns left. There houses along the sidewalk, some with lights some without. And then she gets a little distant and starts telling him about her own past. When she stops talking he stops walking and turns to her. “I don’t judge.” he tells her. “And I’m glad you lived. You have no idea how glad I am that you lived.” and he leans in and will kiss her. More deeply than in the shop earlier. It nears passionate and soulful now that they’re sharing even more about themselves.
Iris nods sympathetically about his talking to Daisy and then grins “Liam? Oh my goodness he’s so sweet too. Holy shit triplets? That poor woman.” She had been waiting for him to turn and bolt and instead he told her he didn't judge and how glad he was that she lived. And then out of the blue he just kissed her. Iris almost fell over from the shock for a second but then got completely pulled into the spell of the kiss. He was good at it, but not just that, she felt it, deeply and found herself kissing him back with equal passion and emotion. She held onto him tightly, leaning her head back and just letting herself connect to it. When they finally pull apart she’s a little breathless even though the warmth of her exhales had been brushing at him during. Iris takes his hand again, almost like she needs it to steady herself.
Seamus knew he was a good kisser, but Iris was also. Plus it just felt … different somehow. But he doesn’t spend a lot of time analyzing it, he just enjoys it. When it breaks and she takes his hand again, he gives himself a moment and then begins walking with her. The sidewalk ends at a left turn, ending at a sidewalk, but he keeps going straight over a helicopter pad. On the other side of it is a street. “See. back at Second.” he tells her as they cross a parking lot. On the left is Second street and what she can see on it. The Clinic, the PD further down the street, the Municipal building. Then he leads her along the town's only skyscraper. “This is the Greybar building.” he tells her. “It’s being deconstructed into a seven story building. Very cool.” he keeps walking and the sidewalk they are on simply stops half way and they are walking on the grass in a wooded area. In a moment the building is behind them and they are in the woods. It’s strangely secluded for being at the edge of a town. He moves closer to a cliff and seems to pick a space. “The ocean view is great from here.” he tells her, still holding her hand and looking out at it. Then he sets down his tea, takes off his hoodie and spreads it on the ground. He sits with his butt on the grass and his legs pulled up and open. “Sit and watch the night with me?” he motions for her to sit in the fork of his legs. If she sits, he will lean forward and wrap his arms around her and nuzzle her neck. After a moment his lips form a grin. “Now what was it I brought you out here for, besides the view and incredible conversation?” he asks, as if he’d forgotten. “Ah yes. Did you get to use the product and did it serve?” he asks and kisses her neck again. He’s curious about that .. and whether she liked the vibrator or not, if she is still interested in his making her cum, because he absolutely wants that. Conversation and an erotic session was just what he was craving with this woman.
Iris looks all around and up at the Greybar building he mentions is being deconstructed. Are they just lopping it off? She wonders but doesn’t say. She’d learn eventually and they’re on the move. Suddenly they’re in a wooded area and he’s right “It’s is nice...the ocean from here.” he pulls away his hand but then settled down on the ground invited her to snuggle in and Iris is more than happy. She carefully arranges her skirt as she sits so as not to flash her garters and stocking just yet. Let him find them if it still went there. She moves her hair to offer him even more of her neck and she’s loving the affection. As he starts to ask about the vibe she has to laugh a little and confess “Yes, it served me twice...efficiently because I was a little time pressed but I had to know.” She leans back into him and turns a bit so she can kiss his lips again, this time catching his bottom lip at the end of a kiss and tugging it just a bit,
Seamus snuggles with her and listens to her answer before she kisses him again, tugging on his bottom lip at the same time. “Ah, so it works for the fast orgasm. That’s good to know.” he kisses her again and moves his hand to her chest, cupping her breast. “I’ll help you with more testing if you want, but right now I’m interested in the comparison and, of course, getting to know you better.” He kisses her lips one more time.
Iris smiles at him and nods and then he’s kissing her again, his hand cupping her breast. She gives a happy sigh at that and kisses back before he speaks again and kisses some more. Between kisses she murmurs “I want all of that too.” She kisses him again, deeply and lets her fingers trace the sides of his thighs. God he was fit.
Seamus uses one hand to begin massaging her breast, and the other moves to her knee, working his hand under it. “Good. We’re in agreement. I like that.” he slides the hand under the skirt and suddenly it stops. “Wait …” he looks where his hand is. “Garters?” he sounds over the moon about it. “You’re wearing garters. God, Iris.”
As his hands roam she squirms a little but happily with an anticipating grin. She had imagined his touch so many times and this was all better “Mmmmm” She responds to being in agreement and then he reacts to her garters and she looks at him and smiles “I like them too, glad they’re working for you Seamus. I was hoping they would…” She doesn’t hide the fact that she wore them to turn him on.
Seamus kisses her cheek, as he begins to stroke her inner thigh, softly. “I’ve never seen garters on a woman before. They are so working for me, Iris.” his hand moves further up her inner thigh to the gusset of her panties. He adjusts his hand, walking his index and middle fingers on her labia. “So, I have a couple of questions, if I may.” he continues to tease her lips through the fabric.
Iris rolls her head back on him a bit and leans into the kiss on her cheek. His reaction is still perfection to her and his hand stroking her makes her pull her legs up a bit, bending her knees so her skirt slides up and he can really see the garters. She anchors her boot heels into the ground. As his hand gets between her legs she spreads them a bit further and gives a little grunt when he starts teasing “Mmmm ask away…” She breathes out.
Seamus continues to tease her lips. He nuzzles her neck. “Well, Iris.” he rumbles. “I can’t help but ask.” his stroking it firm, but not hard and yet soft. “With your father being an ophthalmologist and all.” he moves to fingers over the labia a bit and then continues the stroking, and admiring the garters. “Were you named after the eye … or the goddess?”
Iris lightly moves her body to take in the full joy of his stroking her. She tilts her head when he nuzzles her neck so he can have more of it. His rumbley voice is really fucking hot to her too. He might be able to feel two details through her panties. First of all, unlike many of the locals who became more natural during the fog, Iris trims, she doesn’t shave or overgroom, just neatly trims. And she does shave fully up to the bikini line. And secondly, he’s getting her wet, just withy the stroking. The wetness will be meeting his fingertips through the thin lacey deep green fabric. Her enjoyment hits another level when he asks a mythology question about her name and she has to let out a giggle “A bit of both actually. The iris of the eye naturally, but in the Olympian…” She gets distracted by his touch and grunts a bit “Mmmm…..mythology….Iris is the goddess of the rainbow so it’s about the many colours of….oh god Seamus….that feels really good…” Her head rolls back again and she forgets the rest of her sentence.
Seamus notices that she seems to trim, something that, by necessity, went out of fashion on the island. He decided to tell her about the Fog someday .. just not right now. He also notices that she is wet and he loves it. The panties are already wet. She giggles at his question and he grins as she answers. “Interesting.” he murmurs and when her head lolls back he kisses her chin. “A lady that likes a little tease.” he lets out a soft moan of his own. “I’m in heaven.” he kisses her lips. “Can you tell me about Victoria? I’ve never been.” he ends his teasing and slides his hand into her panties, sliding it over her wet clit and slowly, softly stroking it. He is not done teasing her and he still wants to ask questions.
Iris is in heaven too. He moans and she shudders a bit at the sound of him doing it just at making her feel good. She kisses him back and then thinks “Hmmm…..” She’s about to answer and then gasps as he slides his hand inside her panties and makes beautiful contact with her clit. Her legs drop open more and she lifts her hips a few times lightly trying to answer him but in one word at a time “Flowers….lots of flowers……..bike trails…..earthquakes…..oh oh i like that….lotta fuckin whales….” She lifts her hips again a little and squeezes his thigh now.
Seamus listens to her answers, and is happy with her gasps. Very happy. As she answers, a word at a time, he continues to tease her clit, almost lazily. “Maybe I’ll visit it someday. You can show me around. She squeezes his thigh and he adjusts himself slightly. “You like biking, or is that just one of the features of the city?” his speed doesn’t increase … he just teases her slowly. “You feel incredible, Iris.” he tells her. Her reactions to his touch are incredibly erotic.
Iris is highly amused at how much conversation he’s seeking in this moment. Other men had been very singularly focussed. “Happily..” She breathes out and she means it about showing him her old home and what she’s feeling right now. “Yes I bike…” She grunts and grinds a bit against his fingers “What you’re doing is incredible…” She’s tingling, pulsing a bit and aching inside already as well as now having just drenched his fingers in her juices and he was still only on the outside of her body. She turns her face and kisses at his neck, reaching up a hand into his hair on the other side of him.
Seamus is loving her reaction .. and learning things about her as well. “I can feel your clit pulsing.” he murmurs. “Do you want me to slow down. Stop?” he feels her hand in his hair and swallows hard. “Fuck Iris, I can hear how wet you are and I fucking love it.”
Iris nods as he talks about pulsing, pulling off kissing his neck to do so “No...don’t slow...give me more...finger me Seamus. Slow at first and deep….please….oh god please…” She can hear how wet she is too and she knows her body.
Seamus does not reply, he just does it, bending his finger and sliding it inside of her, letting his hand rub against her. Slow and deep he fingers her, looks at her face. “Beautiful Iris.” he breathes. He kisses her and then pulls his head back, watching her face, not the hand that he is using to please her.
Now Iris begins to moan softly at each thrust of his finger in her. It feels insanely good. His hands are perfect and his finger is just right...Waves of pleasure start to literally roll up her face, mouth opens a bit, head title back as she smiles and her yes squeeze. Seh does kiss back when he kisses her but then the cycle begins again. She’s vaguely aware he called her beautiful and it made her smile out of the sequence. Iris stays in this happy plateau froa very long time. It’s pleasure but not fully cumming yet, just feeling so good. Finally she asks for more “Harder, deeper, a little faster…” She whispers. There’s a shift happening for sure. He hips are rocking more now.
Seamus watches her and she is breathtaking. He can see her pleasure .. and it is beautiful. When she asks for more he lowers his head slightly even as he does exactly what she wants him to. “Anything for you, Iris.” he murmurs. She is giving him a treat, even if she doesn’t know it. This is what gets him going .. watching her in pleasure.
Iris can feel him watching her and it makes it all the hotter for her. He wants to see the magic. When he does exactly what she wants the way she asked for she begins to cum almost instantly but her orgasms are long and her moans become almost a chant of their own making. She hears his words but is in her own trance. Now the rolling pleasure on her face has changed to one continuous expression, eyes popped, mouth open, so much pleasure it looks almost like pain as the chant slowly ebbs and her hips relax down. She’s panting and quivering and turns her face into his arm and grips hip “Oh Seamus….holy shit..” She comes up for air and looks at him in amazement.
Seamus watches her cum and would have continued, except her muscles clenched him and pushed him out. He keeps his eyes osn her face and he can feel her hips moving under his hand. In his lap she writhes and she is shaking and she has a hold of his arm. Finally she speaks and he smiles at her. “Yes, Iris?” he asks, softly. He can’t stop looking at her and he can’t stop smiling. There is no question that she is pleased.
Iris inhales and exhales a few times before she can form a sentence. She chuckles a bit at herself “Human fingers...your fingers...way better than the vibe...in case you were wondering.” She can see him smiling. She breathes in and out again and then shifts so she’s facing him more and kisses him tenderly and then says a sweet little “Thank you...that was beautiful.” She kisses him again and then asks suggestively “And what can I do for you Seamus?” She runs her hands up and down his chest lightly.
Seamus chuckles at her review. “Hmmm.” he considers. “Maybe you should skip that part of the review. Customers will have to deal with the inanimate object.” he suggests. “Thank you for the compliment, though. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have done that to then you.” and it’s true, he realizes. He relishes the tender kiss and murmurs. “That was beautiful.” He agrees. “So are you.” He kisses her back and hears her question. “Me?” he lifts his hand to his mouth and cleans off her juices with a moan of pleasure at her taste. The women he was used to never asked, really. He would make them cum, fuck them and be off. Hands clean, he enjoys her hand on his chest and straightens his long legs. Leaning back on one arm, he caresses her face. “Whatever you want, Iris. I’m all yours. I just want to feel you touch me.”
Iris laughs lightly “Well I’d hate to have you swarmed with requests too…” She teases “Thank you Seamus.” She watches him lick her off off his hand and squirms a bit biting her lip. Then he says she can do whatever she wants to him and she ponders this. They had quite a bit of privacy here. She smiles at him “I can do that…” And then she starts kissing him again intensely and slides her hands right under his shirt at the front caressing his chest. He was solid and his skin was warm and smooth. She lets her hands wander to his back but has to lean forward as he’s leaning back so she rearranges her body so she can reach, straddling him now as her kisses move to his neck becoming just a little rougher on him. She does the whole neck, down one side, across and up and other and then grabs his earlobe in a surprise little bite, not hard enough to bleed but just hard enough to feel a tinge of pain. Then she eases off the bite and sucks on the earlobe as her hand slides down to the front of his jeans and starts undoing them.
Seamus grins. He really wouldn't like being swarmed with requests, but says nothing about it when she starts kissing him. He’s sitting up more than laying down, bracing himself on his arms. He tilts his head back to give her access to his entire neck and gives a deep surprise grunt of pain when she bites his earlobe. He definitely felt that, and the sucking afterwards. He remains leaning a bit back, braced on both arms when she begins to work on his jeans. He’s been fully hard since just before she came and it has not eased at all. If there was a deal breaker, it was his cock and he knew his was not the largest. But apparently in his family the males were all large in that area.
Iris doesn’t waste any time now. She’s back to kissing him on the mouth, deeply and eagerly as she lets her fingers find their way through denim and underwear. She can feel the hardness as she works through but one she’s unveiled him and brought his cock out to play she groans with pleasure at how much of it her fingers wrap around. She breaks the kiss and has to look to see it. “Oh god Seamus…..that’s just a beautiful cock.” She says marveling at it for a moment “Wow...I will take you up on some lube though when we progress. But I’m quite excited about you filling me up with that.” She says breathily as she begins to just gently stroke him.
Seamus loves kissing Iris, and the feel of her hands work to take his cock out of his jeans. Her first few words concern him, but not that much. There were ways around sex if the cock as too big for a woman. He’d read up on it before and after the Fog. But he’d never met a girl that was willing to take everything but sex with him. It was one of the reasons he assumed he’d just be alone the rest of his life. Yet, almost all of his male relatives had someone and, he assumed, healthy sex lives. He smiles a bit when she tells him his cock is beautiful, but even more when she says she will take him up on lube when they progress. She was planning ahead and she wanted sex … with him and his cock as it was. “I have the supply.” he quips. “But also, there is more than just sex .. intercourse, I mean.” he blows out a breath as she begins to stroke him. “That, for example.”
Iris grins “I know you do…” She keeps going with her hand but with her other hand she pushes up his shirt and leans down and kisses at his chest. “Oh I love your skin….” She murmurs. She nods into his chest when he says more than just intercourse “I love all the things...well most of the things.” She admits. Everyone had preferences after all. Iris possibly risk breaching a level playing field etiquette because he had just used hand on her but she can’t take being this close to his cock and not tasting it. She kisses down his stomach and swirls her tongue around the tip of it with a happy little gasp while still stroking, more intensely now, really a bit of pumping as her grip tightens just a bit. She eases off her mouth and makes eye contact again “And that for example…” She says sweetly and almost casually, waiting for his reply.
Seamus chuckles. It’s a no brainer that he is well supplied because of his job. He lifts his right hand and brushes it off a bit before stroking her hair. “I’m actually not into anal sex, to he honest. Never appealed to me and .. there is such a thing as too tight.” he admits. He had tried it and the girl had loved it, but he had not. The feeling of her tongue around the tip of him makes him groan very softly. So this was one of the things she loved, then. “He looks down at her and, not thinking too much about the context, replies. “Then by all means, love me.”
Iris beams at him “Oh thank god! Me neither….we can exchange preferences in full later….but for now…” She slides her mouth further down him, taking more of him in but staying at the top end because of his size. When he says by all means love me she pauses at the vocabulary briefly and then smiles into him and keeps going. She could love this man, physically right now, but she’s not ruling out the rest for later. She decides to engage her other hand at the base of him, index finger and thumb wrapping around but not quite touching as her other three fingers play at his sack a bit and her top hand and mouth move up and down now, establishing a little rhythm as her breath gets heavier.
Seamus inhales and exhales evenly as she suggests they exchange preferences. “For now…” when her hand moves to his base and she begins to play he leans his head back. “Oh Iris … god.” he can feel her breathing, even though he isn’t doing anything to her. With another moan of pleasure, he strokes her hair and moves his hand along her back to her butt, using the fingers to lift her skirt and get in her panties again, sliding his middle finger this time along her clit. The sounds of her pleasure turn him on and he loves the feeling of her clit under his touch and the sounds he can make her make.
Iris is fully in her own groove working on Seamus and loving his reaction. When his hand slides over her and back to her happy spot she moans into his cock intensely as she sucks and jacks, giving his balls a tiny grab as she wasn’t expecting his hand there. She shifts sideways so it’s easier for him to touch her but is very determined in her work on him.
Seamus moans, but it is still a silent thing, as he’d long shared a bedroom or had sexual encounters in semi public places. His hand between Iris’s legs rubs her clit, pulls back and enters her and then slides inside of her again. The sucking and jacking is something he is used to but the sack play adds a dimension. “Iris…” he groans, arching his hips.
Iris moans into him again as his finger enters her. Clearly she hadn’t needed to buy a vibe at all as Seamus really was meeting all of her needs. She hears him say her name and shudders and then she subtly tries to shift their position ever so slightly, breaking contact just briefly to push him down onto his back if she can and then trying to roll him onto his side facing her. If she succeeds she’ll flip herself around and move head to foot on the other side of him and take him back into her mouth and hands, overing him more of her for whatever he wants, in fact to be clear, she takes one hand off his cock long enough to place his back between her legs and guide his finger back in where she feels it really belongs right now. They’ve been playing long enough now that the cover of darkness is giving them more privacy.
Seamus moans again and he is actually relieved at any respite in their play. He rolls on his side and notes the change of position. She moves his hand back and he rubs for one second on her clit before he means in and kisses her pussy. But then he pulls back and moans, placing his fingers back, but this time using two fingers inside of her and a third to rub her clit harder and faster than he was. “God … Iris … “ he can smallher and his cock throbs and sells, he is so close.
Iris almost loses her focus when he kisses her pussy and then when he changes up the fingers she’s shaking, on a fast trajectory to another orgasm, moaning into him over and over, still working on him but almost gripping his cock for dear life as she starts to lose it. She can feel how close he is so she doesn’t dare stop, she lets the low hand on the base and his sack go right under now offering a bit of firmer pressure below while she sucks and jacks him a little harder and faster. She’s soaking his hand again big time, shuddering and streaming and beginning to cum harder than the first time.
Seamus can feel everything, but when she begins to moan, he can’t hold on anymore. He begins to cum and, as he cums he can feel the tighten her muscles on him as she cums as well. The feeling is incredible and his orgasm is harder than the one he’d had barely two or three hours ago in the shoer. “Iris…” he hisses her name as he feels himself pouring into her mouth. He moves his hand as his orgasm subsides, but he has the presence of mind to try and turn her around so he can kiss her. Deeply. Not caring if his spunk is in her mouth and not really thinking about it.
Iris feels like her entire being exploded with her orgasm and Seamus’s. She drinks him in and swallows it all and then as they both ebb she feels him turning and moving up to her. She whispers his name with a smile “Seamus…” And then he’s kissing her. She wraps both arms and legs around him and kisses him hard, with passion and emotion and almost something spiritual between their two bodies and the earth below them. He grounds her, his body, his voice, his being. She’s still shaking a bit like reverberating.
Seamus wraps his arms around her as they kiss. His name from her lips, the feeling he is having. It’s stronger than anything he’s ever felt and a little overwhelming. He breaks the kiss and looks at her, smiling. “I’ve never tasted myself on anyone before.” he admits, searching her face and kissing her again. He likes it. A lot.
Iris grins at him “Really? Don’t tell me your harem doesn't take happy little swan dives into your pants...because how the hell can a woman resist you that way?” She kisses him back, offering more.
Seamus laughs and hugs her. “They did not do any swan diving. Half a suck. Make sure I’m hard and ‘fuck me Seamus’ so I would.” he blows out a breath. “And since I usually get hard as steel getting a woman off … they saw no reason to do anything besides cum demanding I fuck them.” He considers that. “Never thought about it much, really.”
Iris hugs back and then frowns as he goes on “Well Jesus that’s selfish of them. I like a balance, and i like variety. Don’t get me wrong I LOVE fucking...but there’s a whole garden of pleasures. And you’re more than your cock Seamus, even though it is beautiful. You’re beautiful, and you’ll never be just a tool to me.” She looks dead serious about it.
Seamus listens to her. “I guess it was. You’re teaching me.” he smiles at the idea of a whole garden of pleasures. He’d love for her to teach him. “And you’ll never be just a fuck to me, Iris.” and he blinks. Where did that come from? “Um .. listen..” he begins, only changing the subject slightly. “I just learned a couple of minutes ago that I am not a 69 guy. Not with you. I want to concentrate on you.” he bites his lip and grins. “I’ve actually had a fantasy since I read that story of yours. You on a ladder .. or standing. Me under you, or on my knees just … worshipping you.” he scoffs a little. “I swear Iris you might be able to make me cum without laying a finger on me. You engage my brain .. not the little one either. Hell I almost came while I was fingering you. The way you grabbed onto me … Jesus…”
Iris smiles and then looks surprised by his comment about her never being a fuck but not unpleasantly so. She senses his discomfort as he changes subjects and reaches up a hand to run her fingers through his hair “I wasn’t going to push the 69 thing...i didn’t just jump on your face. I’ve had people push...I hate that.” She grins about the fantasy “I’m flattered that my fantasy inspired yours….you did notice Mr. Valentine was a redhead right?” She smirks. “Does that bookstore have little ladders up in the stacks or something...I do love book ladders…..naughty librarian fantasy of mine I admit. I’m very open to making that happen….” She kisses him after his next “The brain is a way bigger sex organ than anything else...you turned mine on too….like crazy.”
Seamus nods. “No pushing from me.” he assures her and then grins as he nods. “I did. I’m taking it as a compliment that I inspired you.” he grins. “Not tall ones but those step ladders that fold up but wood. So maybe. And if they’re gone for whatever reason, would you object to me on my knees licking your delicious clit while you lean against the bookcase?” he makes she she is securely on top of him and moves one hand to her butt. He kisses her back. “I’m glad to know that Iris. I really am.” he shakes his hand. “This is just … surreal.”
“Stepladders, precarious. Sexual injuries for 100?” She jokes like it’s a Jeopardy category. “Fuck yes….please do that. I am yours for the licking. Honestly anything like that surrounded by books…” She whimpers a bit “Did I win you in a game of cards and forget? Or a lottery? God Seamus….surreal indeed.”
Seamus laughs again and squeezes her butt. “Mine … I’ll take you.” he licks his lips. “I will absolutely use my tongue to make you cum in my favorite bookstore.” he promises. “And no need for reciprocation, mostly because it’s more inconvenient than anything. You do not need to get me off every time, because my getting you off really is it’s own reward.” he takes his other hand and caresses her face when she agrees to the surrealness. He searches her face. “I don’t even know what to call you, Iris. Because it’s shifted. Am I making sense?”
Iris had felt his hand on her butt but then gives him a little bump and grin when he squeezes “Mmmm” His. She couldn’t stop smiling. She was breaking all of her own cautions with Seamus. Her big rants to Paige….dissipating from her brain. His promise makes her gush a little and she bites her lip as he goes on. She looks back into his eyes, leaning into his caress “You are, and it has. I feel it too. I don’t know what to call it either because it’s new to me...so if you figure it out, text me right away.” She jokes but then looks at him and swallows hard. It was oddly overwhelming somehow.
Seamus nods. “I’ll do that. You do some research too. You’re the librarian, after all.” he teases. He rolls them over so he is hovering over her. “Now. I think we should try that fibe with the sleeve on it … before you forget what the actual finger feels like and can’t compare them fairly.” he suggests. “Did you bring it with you?”
Iris giggles and swats at the ground beside them. Her purse existed somewhere here “Of course I did….my purse is a little kit by the way, if you need anything, baby wipes, sanitizer, spare panties….not really your colour I’d say so those are for me... condoms but not for today...and yes the vibe and sleeves.” She sets up the vibe and offers it and then Seamus give her the sales pitch they had both been thinking about when they were behaving in his work place. Iris wonders briefly how many orgasms a person can have an hold onto their sanity, only briefly though as Seamus patiently and expertly tests every speed and all the sleeves. Iris just floats away into the deepest abyss of satisfaction, remembering his word in her head before she went down on him. Go ahead and love me Seamus Reinhardt. Go right ahead.
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