Kissing Booth

Alex got off work on first shift at 3:15. He rushed down to the bank to cash his paycheck, so by just past 3:30 he was down to the big community event, Pioneer Days or whatever, over on Main Street.

Yeah, big event, flea market with the same vendors as last year, hawking the same cheap jewelry, inflatable plastic aliens, foam-string spray cans, leather biker billfolds with chain attached, pirate flags, Confederate flags, bow and suction cup arrows, mirrors with unicorn silk screened on them... Alex enjoyed browsing among the flea market displays, but it was pretty much the same old thing every year.

Then came volunteers painting on kids' faces. Old comic books for sale. A dunk tank with a beauty in a swimsuit, three balls for a dollar. Snow cones. And... now, say, this was new...

A kissing booth! Five dollars a kiss, ten dollars for a minute. And the young woman in the booth... oh, Alex recognized her, from down at the community coop... a gal in her late twenties, he would guess. Long straight black hair, dark eyes, a classic profile that would launch a thousand ships... But most of all, Alex had always noticed this woman's hands, her big beautiful hands, back of the hand velvety smooth, fingers long and slender, nails long and polished pale pearl...

Kissing booth, hmmmm... and not terribly busy, for some reason. Suddenly Alex got an idea which made butterflies dance and tremble in his stomach-- no! Wouldn't dare! She'd think it was weird! But... but what if she agreed?

It took Alex a good thirty seconds to get up the nerve, because his bright idea was no ordinary notion. Finally though, Alex approached the young woman in the kissing booth, his knees just slightly like rubber, and everything all a-tumble in the pit of his stomach.

"Excuse me, miss?" Alex thought to himself that he was getting off to an awkward start. "Five dollars for a kiss, I was wondering... if you'd be agreeable to five dollars just to hold the palm of your hand firmly over my mouth?" Alex realized his mouth had just gone completely dry, like cotton.

The woman looked up, mildly surprised, but she seemed almost delighted to be presented with a novelty, and such an easy one, at that. "Why, of course!" she said. Alex handed her a five dollar bill, and sat down facing her on the stool next to her.

The young woman reached over and fastened her left hand over Alex's mouth, the palm of her hand over his mouth, her thumb loose up alongside his nose. Alex's heart was racing, he was almost trembling, there was a lump in his pants, his consciousness was attenuated and drawn out like an overinflated balloon about to pop. It was one of those moments when the whole world pauses in its tracks, suspended, silent, like I don't believe this is actually happening to me right now!

Like, I don't believe this gal's large, beautiful hand is actually clamped over my mouth right now! But it was. Alex was aswim in bliss, unable to contain his joy! Her hand was big, soft, warm, almost floppy, but firm in its pressure, its grip over Alex's mouth and lower face. A trace of perfume, musky with a hint of amber, filled Alex's nostrils. Her long nailed fingers were tight enough that they were pressing Alex's right cheek back in. A firm grip! Alex doubted he'd be able to get his mouth open, even if he tried. Ahhhhh... Alex floated and relaxed in the tranquil pleasure of her hand fastened good and tight over his mouth, floating, drifting, excited, almost agitated, yet at the same time zoned out, his consciousness distended and distorted almost as if he were high on something...

Then the young woman took her hand away from Alex's mouth. He couldn't tell how long, but it must have been at least fifteen seconds.

Immediately Alex got an even more daring bright idea, fueled by the unspeakable pleasure of the mouth hold he had just experienced, plus payday burning a hole in his pocket. Alex spoke up, and he nervously said, "Ten dollars for a minute... For a hundred dollars, would you keep your hand fastened firmly over my mouth like you just did, only for ten minutes nonstop?"

"Ten minutes? Why, sure!" The woman seemed pleased as punch to be pulling in money so easily, on an otherwise slow afternoon.

Alex pulled out his billfold, and extracted a fresh, crisp Ben Franklin. "There you go... a hundred dollars for ten minutes."

Now the woman clamped her large warm firm musky hand back over Alex's mouth, tight. An electric tingle shot up his spine. This time he actually tried to get his mouth open, working and stretching his jaw beneath her hand's grip. But he couldn't open his mouth, she was holding his mouth too tight for that, and in fact as Alex strained his jaw he realized, much to his excitement, that the young woman was tightening up her grip over his mouth. She was holding and squeezing his mouth in her hand even tighter now! A cloak of dreamy, trembling excitement fell over Alex. Oh, now she was holding his mouth really tight!

Time drifted on, minute after minute, with the woman's big warm smooth and now sweaty hand fastened very firmly over Alex's mouth. People were walking by down the street, and a few stopped briefly to gawk at the sight of this young woman with her hand over Alex's mouth. But what surprised Alex was how many people walked on by and didn't even notice, as if a woman holding her hand over a man's mouth right out in public wasn't even a peculiarity worthy of a passing glance.

Minute after minute, the woman kept her firm warm perfumed sexy hand gripped tight over Alex's mouth and lower face. This was heavenly, a dream to be remembered for years to come! And Alex's thoughts turned to more Ben Franklins in his billfold. And he began to wonder if she'd hold his mouth for another ten minutes, for another hundred dollars. Money burning a hole in his pocket! Alex realized this was one paycheck down the drain. Kissing booth? No, more like Handgagging Booth! Yes, Alex realized that if this woman went along with his requests, he would keep paying her to keep handgagging him, until his billfold was empty...