Summer heat pours into my little flower shop. Door wide open. Bell tinkles softly. She’s there, early twenties like me. Light dress swirling mid-thigh. Fixes a slipping strap. Asks for anthurium. For a friend. Rare choice. Phallic flower. Heart-shaped spathe, long spadix like a cock.
I fetch it from the back. Her smile explodes. We chat. Name’s Elodie. Knows its Greek roots: flower-tail. Blushes like a peony. Alone now. I tease. Symbol of lust, aphrodisiac vibes. Her eyes lock on mine. Fingers brush as I hand it over. Strap slips again. No fix this time. Dress gaps. Firm sun-kissed tit peeks. Nipple hard. I stare. Thighs part slightly. Pubis outline through thin fabric. Heat builds. My pussy twitches.
The Awakening
She zones on the flower. Ignores me. I freeze. Watch strap slide down arm. Golden fuzz on bronzed skin. Dress opens more. Full breast curve. Imagined areola, perky nipple. Eyes drop to belly, hips, damp shadow between legs. Breath catches. Forbidden gaze. Shop empty. My clit throbs.
She snaps back. Asks about light. I stammer. Loves heat. Mist leaves. Tension thick. I probe why this flower. She was entranced. Troubled me. Closes shop. Flips sign. Locks door. ‘Tell me your story.’ Back room. Cozy chaos of petals, scents. Roses on floor. Jasmine on table.
Sits. Elodie spills. High school fuck-buddies with a girl. Shared secrets. First finger-fucks, cock-sucks. Evolved to dares. Kiss in mirror. Watching own tongues tangle. Hot. Group fucks. Shaving pussies. Flashing asses. This anthurium? Dare to dip in another girl’s cunt. Not hers. Someone else’s scent. Eyes on me. Mischievous. ‘You’re perfect timing.’
The Act
Hands on my thighs. Soft. Reassuring. Slide up skirt. Push legs apart. Fingers trace mound through panties. Wet spot grows. Hooks in. Pulls down. ‘Pretty bush. Not too thick. Lips peek out. Feel me finger your curls? Lips parting, swelling. Clit begging.’ Breath on my pussy. Hot. Fingers tease clit. I grip her hair. Want her mouth. But she dives in. Tongue laps clit. Sucks lips. Thighs over shoulders. Deep licks. Hips buck. Edge of orgasm.
Stops. Grabs flower. Cuts one. Spadix points at me. Like a tiny dick. Spreads my lips. Slides in. Brushes clit. Tickles walls. Weird thrill. Four more. Each dipped deep. My pussy perfumes them. She wraps in silk. Bags it. I stay spread. Dripping. Exposed.
My turn. ‘Roses in your cunt now.’ She strips. Tits perfect. Firm, tan. Round belly. Lacy thong. Teases. Bends. Flashes bush. Pinches nipples. Grinds air. I finger my sloppy pussy. She straddles face. Pussy on lips. Lick deep. Suck clit. Teeth graze. Finger her ass. She rubs clit. We cum hard. Shuddering.
Dip roses in her. Five red ones. ‘Elodie’s Roses.’ Keep one. Her scent lingers. She leaves. Shop reopens. Sell rest to women. High price. Secret thrill. That flower in my room. Dried. Eternal. Who knows what your visit brings?