She stepped away reluctantly, my hands sliding off her ass with a final squeeze, then walked quickly to the front door.
Her hips swayed with every step, the tight dress riding up slightly to show more thigh, ass cheeks jiggling under the fabric. She flipped the sign to "Closed," turned the lock with a quiet click, and pulled the shade down over the glass door, cutting off the outside world completely.
When she turned back to me, her eyes were pure hunger, glassy, needy, lips swollen from our kiss. She walked slowly toward me again, straps of her dress slipping off one shoulder, exposing more cleavage.
"Let's go to the break room, Alex," Sofia said, her voice low and eager as she pulled me by the hand. Her fingers intertwined tightly with mine, her grip firm, like she was afraid I'd vanish if she let go. She led me through the empty store, past racks of household goods, the soft hum of the AC the only sound besides our footsteps and her quick, excited breathing.'
