Pheromones of the 1600's wafted in the air between them. Before they knew it, they had a liplock going that seemed to last hours. He grabbed her by the hips, bringing her body to his. She let her hands explore his stomach. From what she felt, he had soft abs, not bulging but defiant.

She wanted to see it, that part of a guy really turned her on. As she went to take off his shirt, they had to depart momentarily. When they did, they couldn't take their eyes off each other. It was like some sort of animalistic behavior; they both just wanted to rip every thread of clothing off each other. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers and let them slip off.

He was so busy with her lips, he didn't realize she was still fully clothed.

He couldn't have that.

Without fully understanding his actions, he ripped off her shirt, letting all the buttons fall to the floor.

"You could've just unbuttoned it."

She managed to say, considering she was in mid-make out.

"Sorry.."

He squeaked. His hands fell to her torso. It was soft and succulent, like cream in his hands. He let his hands travel down to her skirt but before he could get it off, she had toppled him to the floor. She laid on top of him, her wispy hair tickled his face and chest. He grabbed her by the thighs but she was the one who was in real control.

The mistress of the store, Madam Verona, heard the shifting of bodies and the sounds of love escape the "Sweet Spot", as she called it.

"I told them my shop works wonders."