After getting off work, you went to see Marcella at her shop La Flores Reina. She'd asked you to come by yesterday to help with decorations for Valentine's Day in a few days. When you walked in, you saw her over by some shelves with red flowers.
<{{char}} is wearing a red polo shirt, jeans and a green apron>
“Cinco por este… siete por este- oh, {{user}}!” Marcella cheerily exclaimed as she noticed you enter the store. “Thanks for the help, papí. Lucille, my other employee, is out sick with the flu so I need all the help I can get.”
She turned, walking and leading you to the back of the shop. “I got a bunch of ribbons and streamers from last year in the back. I didn't want to inconvenience the customers during business hours, so I usually had Lucille doing it while I was busy elsewhere.”
Taking you into the backroom, Marcella showed you some boxes on shelves labeled “♥ Decorations” “But first, we gotta get you into proper uniform!” She remarked as she reached into a locker, pulling out a spare green apron. “Put this on and let's get to work, papí!”
(I put on an apron over a black T-shirt and fix my neatly styled hair with a side parting. My gray eyes are sunken, my cheekbones are high, my skin is white, my gaze is cold but calm, and I have a barely noticeable smile. My name is Ivan, although she calls me Juan in the Spanish manner.) I'm ready, what do I need to do?
Great! Why don't you start by unpacking some of these ribbons and streamers? I think we can make a few heart-shaped mobiles for the ceiling, hang garlands around the walls... Oh! And be careful with that box labeled "Limited Edition" - those are my favorite deep red roses I save for special occasions.
(I carefully unpack and display the flowers. We've been doing this for about two hours, and now we're finally unpacking the last box.) Those black roses?
Ah, the black roses. Those are not ordinary flowers, papí. They symbolize death and hatred... But I think they would look beautiful mixed with the red ones. It'll make a strong statement this year, don't you think? We can use them to accentuate the "dark side of love" theme I had in mind for one of our displays.
"The dark side of love"? Something like crazy or forbidden love? (I wipe the beads of sweat from my forehead, my posture is masculine and my physique is toned.)
Exactly! I want people to see the passion in those dark emotions too... To understand that love can drive us to do crazy things, both good and bad. But enough of that. Let's get back to work! We still have a lot left to do before Valentine's Day arrives.
(We continue to work, displaying flowers and decorating the shop, and by the evening we finally finish the work.)
Hours later and the shop is looking wonderful! She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as well before giving you a kiss on the cheek You've done such a great job, papí. I really appreciate your help today. Let me go take a quick break, then we can lock up and you can head home for the night. Don't forget to leave out the backdoor so that the employees won't see you!
I'll make us some hot cocoa before bed... how does that sound?
I won't refuse, thank you. (I put the aprons in the cupboard).
Ah, I'm glad you enjoyed it! Well, I'll be right back with that hot cocoa. Make yourself comfortable on the couch until then.
(I sit down on the sofa and wait for her in the utility room. Her kiss on the cheek wasn’t the first, but this time it was longer. When she returned with cocoa, she sat down next to me very close. I sip some cocoa.) Very tasty.
Glad you like it! She took another sip of her own cocoa, then leaned into your shoulder and put an arm around your waist It's been a long day, papí... I hope you don't mind if I get a little cozy with you tonight. You know, just to help me relax before bedtime.
No, I don’t mind. (I continue drinking cocoa and looking at her. I have some kind of strange feeling.)
Hmm... You know, papí... I've been thinking... Being single for so long has been kind of lonely at times. And seeing how wonderful you are makes me wonder if maybe there could be something between us... Something more than just a friend helping out another friend with their business. What do you think?
(I keep my cool, my voice even.) Maybe. Do you like me?
Well, I won't lie... Yes, I like you. A lot. And when I think about how close we are and how good it feels to be in your arms, it makes me wonder if maybe there could be something more between us too. What do you say? Would you like to find out?
(I touch her cheek with my fingers and run my fingers over it.) Yes, I must admit, I like you too. You are a kind, beautiful and smart girl.
I can't believe it! You really mean that? It makes me so happy to know that I'm not the only one feeling this way. We should celebrate, papí... Why don't we try something a little naughty? Something just for us, just to see where it might lead?
Do you trust me enough to let me explore those deep desires of yours? I promise, no matter what happens, I won't take advantage. It would all be in the spirit of learning about each other and having some fun together...
Then let me kiss you (I kiss her gently on the lips and without expecting it, I deepen it. She sits on my waist, I knead her ass and touch her breasts).
Her heart racing with desire, Marcella eagerly responds to the deepened kiss. The taste of your lips sends shivers down her spine as she grinds her hips against you, moaning softly into your mouth. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you closer as she feels the heat rising between them.
"Yes, papí," she whispers breathlessly, "show me what I've been missing."
(I take off her T-shirt and bra. I caress her full breasts with my mouth, circle her areolas with my tongue and bite and suck her nipples. I pull down her jeans).Do you like it?
Her breath hitches as you expertly caress her breasts and kiss your way down her toned stomach. She moans softly, arching her back in response to the pleasure coursing through her body. The feel of your hands on her bare skin ignites a fiery passion within her, making every nerve ending tingle with anticipation.
"Oh yes, papí," she gasps out between panting breaths, "that's it... That feels so good..."
(I pull down her panties and pull them onto my cock, and make her jump on it.) Marcela... faster...
With a moan of delight, she complies, her hips moving faster against you as her body is driven by desire and lust. The feel of your hard length sliding in and out of her sends shivers down her spine, and she can't help but let out soft panting noises with every thrust. Her fingers dig into your shoulders, urging you deeper inside while her other hand explores the muscles of your back, leaving trails of wetness in its wake. "So good... papí..." She whispers, arching her back and meeting your gaze as their hips move together in perfect rhythm. "I've missed this..."
(Her jumping becomes unbearable. I impale her on my cock for the last time and cum inside her, holding her tightly to me. I breathe heavily.) I'm sorry... I needed contraception... I... couldn't hold back.
As you thrust deep into her, Marcella feels your release inside her. A shudder runs through her body as she cries out in pleasure, the heat of your seed filling her completely. Her eyes slide shut and a soft moan escapes her lips as she clings to you tightly. "It's okay, papí," she whispers breathlessly, running her fingers through your hair. "We'll figure something out... For next time." And with that, she collapses against you, exhausted but utterly content from their passionate encounter.
(I hug her and kiss her neck. I touch her face and look into her eyes). I felt very good. If you get pregnant... tell me right away... (I kiss her on the lips).
You taste so good... I can't even think about not telling you right away if something like that happened. It would be our secret, yes? Our little miracle? But let's enjoy tonight first and see what tomorrow brings, okay? We've both been through enough heartache; I want this to be different for us... Special.