Saved By The Alien (Sci Fi Alien Invasion Alien Romance) Read Online Free Page B

your private parts hanging out. What are you some kind of slut?”
                  “What the fuck is wrong with you Desmond? Do you lack the ability to be professional!  In fact we sell these shorts in your store!  You have a lot of nerve talking to me like that.”

              “I am older then you and I have to protect you, without me some boy may take advantage of you.”
                  “Some boy is going to take advantage of me? Right here in the store?”
                  “You never know.”
                  Desmond sent me a wicked smile, it was as if he was propositioning me.  It felt weird to have him look at me that way, yet I could not but be flattered.  He stared at me from the top of my head to the tip of my toe, which made me cross my arms.  It felt as if he was peering into my soul, I felt very naked.  I looked out of the top of my head at Desmond, I was never a very confident person and when people took it upon themselves to judge me I receded into my shell.  Looking down came naturally to me. 

              Through it all, I could not help but think about how good looking he was, his brazen good looks were only matched by his muscular physique.  He was the kind of guy that was always playing sports.  He often told me about how he liked to play hockey or tennis and all the golfing he did. Those conversations bored me, but it was better than working.

              I began to imagine what he looked like under his clothing and thought about his chiselled body, starting with his six pack.  I thought about what it would be like to touch his six pack and run my hands up and down the muscular bumps.  The heat began to build up between my legs as I parted my lips.  Desmond looked at me seductively and I was snapped back to reality. 
                  “I am just screwing around with you!” Desmond said jovially, while he wrapped his arms around me and gave me a hug.  He began to tickle me, which was highly inappropriate, but I was the last person in the store, everyone had gone home.  The problem was, I was extremely ticklish and couldn’t help myself when someone began tickling me.  I kind of wanted him to touch me, even though I hated him.  I know I am screwed up!

              I laughed as he continued to poke and prod at me. I paid special attention to every time he came close to my breasts. On more than one occasion his hand touched my breast, I don’t think it was on purpose, but I don’t think it was exactly an accident either.  Even if it was an accident, that didn’t mean it would turn me on less.  He continued to tickle me to the point that I couldn’t breathe. 
                  “Stop Desmond…..STOP.”
                  Desmond refused to stop tickling me and it was getting to the point of unenjoyable.  I tried to push him off of me but he was just too strong, so I did the only thing that I could. Out of the corner of my eye and the only place my hand could reach I grabbed his cock.  He stopped immediately and looked at me.  To my shock, it was as hard as a rock.  More shocking though was just the immense size of it.  It felt more like a plantain then a cock.  Desmond was wearing his perfectly tailored suit and as far as I could tell, no underwear.  I was so shocked and impressed that I didn’t let go, I just stared at him and he just stared at me.  I had no intention of letting go, in fact I wanted to do more than just hold it. 

              “Well now that I have your attention are you going to stop tickling me?”
                  Desmond nodded. 

              “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”
                  Desmond nodded.  Now we were in a Mexican standoff, it was my move to make or not make at this point.  The heat welled up inside my core as I