And if you bend a little you can already see a small drip of moisture running down her leg. You trace your hands from the nape of her head were her lo...g dirty blond hair starts twirling and twisting your fingers as you trace lines of what feels like electricity down her back causing her to twitch with excitment and impatience.As you grow closer to her ass your hand starts to lay flat on her back and the tickle turns into a rub as you start to massage her ass. The firm mounds are easily. Jeremy, the manager, had asked if I could straighten up the frozen department for him and, as much as I didn't want to, I still agreed. I started by the frozen pizzas and made my way to the other side of the aisle; the side that had ice cream. Surprisingly, the ice cream wasn't the tastiest looking thing there. "Excuse me sweetheart, do you work here?" I looked to my left and there she stood. Blonde hair in a ponytail, a black tank top, and pink shorts so tight that if anyone else wore them. Finally comprehending what was happening, I allowed my hands to wander about her gorgeous body. My thumbs caressed the edge of her bra, itching to go inside. I slid my hands along the band to the back, where I found the hook in the middle.“Can I?” I asked, my voice no more than a whisper.“Please.”I unhooked her bra and it fell from her chest, revealing a set of beautiful and erotic breasts, perking just for me. She ridded herself of the garment that had fallen between us, and kissed me. But for now, I'll have to do with my petite stature, my introverted personality, and worst of all, my extreme fear of talking to boys. Somehow, every time one of the "males" approaches me, I feel so inferior, as if they can sense my vulnerability from miles away. But there is this one guy that I can actually talk to. Robert. He also happens to be my best friend. He has always been there for me and guides me when it comes to boys. He's also the first person who spoke to me about masturbation. If.