The Store Room Floor - Sex Stories

The Store Room Floor

... guys were nervous coming into a women’s clothing store. It was just…something Marcela couldn’t quite put her finger on. It was just instinct. The man asked to see sweaters. Marcela told him to follow her and turned to lead him to the back wall of the boutique, ignoring her instinct to not turn her back to him. This was a big mistake. The man grabbed her from behind, putting her into a full nelson. Marcela cried out as the man hustled her toward the back storage room. It was not an easy maneuver for him, as the young woman grabbed a rack of clothes to halt his progress, bringing the entire rack down in a noisy crash. Stumbling and falling against the walls, the man was finally able to shove her into the back store room after several other displays in the retail store were knocked over. There she broke free of him and spun around to face him in a fighter’s stance. The man flipped off the light switch that darkened the front of the store. A lone light bulb illuminated the small store room. The front door to the shop was unlocked, but the man figured that with the lights out, no one would come in. In any event, a customer was unlikely; he had been casing the scene for the past hour and there had been no one coming in or out. Only the beautiful straw blonde owner of the store. All by herself. Crouching, Marcela backed slowly away from her attacker as he approached her, her arms lifted, her fists ready. Her daddy, a former Army Ranger, had taught her how to fight. When she reached ...

... the far wall and could back up no farther, the man lunged at her. She kicked him swiftly, aiming for his crotch, but missing and hitting his thigh instead. The man backed off a step, realizing that this victim was going to be a difficult one. Indeed, several months previously a would-be rapist found out just how good of a fighter pretty, petite Marcela was. He had attacked her from behind on an isolated forest preserve jogging path as she was in her fifth mile, with glistening beads of perspiration coating her smooth, well-tanned skin. She had not only beaten the man away, but followed him as he tried to run away, calling 911 from her cell phone as she gave chase. Not only could the man not outfight her, but he couldn’t outrun her, either, and he eventually gave up and fell to the ground, begging her not to call the police as she stood over him, her fists clinched. Seeing this latest attacker back up a step gave Marcela confidence. She ordered him to get out of her store. The man shrugged and began to turn away as if to leave, but then swung around quickly and slugged the young woman in the jaw before she could react. She staggered against a tall shelf of clothing, toppling it. As the man tried to reach for her, she grabbed his arm and spun him around and threw her own arm around his neck. Struggling and staggering, they both knocked over a second shelving of clothes. Marcela, frustrated that she could not get a good angle for his genitals, settled for s viscous knee to the ...