The shop had been quite busy this morning, which was quite unusual for a Tuesday, especially since they had had a sale only that weekend. It appeared that people had come to buy more of what they had bought on sale only a few days prior.
Hermione decided to spend her lunch break in the back room mucking around with potions she had been meaning to work on while Fred was away, that was of course before she became so distracted by George. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the broad shouldered of George enter the room.
"I am trying to work Mr Weasley," she joked, she was happy for the distraction. Lunch breaks were not meant for working. He pressed his body into her back and placed his hands on her lower stomach, pulling her back into him. As he firmly massaged her lower stomach she could feel his hardness pressing against her. She allowed her body to grind slightly against him and was pleased when she heard his breathing become unsettled. However he quickly took back control, his hands snaked their way up her body undoing her robe as they went. Once he got to her neck he pulled the robe down off her shoulders with one hand whilst undoing his robes with the other. Standing in only her underwear Hermione was becoming antsy, where his hands had been on her lower stomach only a minute ago she had developed a burning sensation that made her feel hollow and empty.
Hermione was quite surprised when the hands that had just removed her robes were wrapping a bit of silk like material around her eyes. She hadn't been blindfolded in quite some time, it was definitely worth it once in a while though. She felt familiar hands make their way down her neck and over her shoulders till they reached the back of her bra. Once unclipped Hermione put her arms in front of her and let it slide down them and onto the floor. With her panties still on Hermione tried to back into the built twin behind her, thinking that maybe he needed some encouragement. However she stopped when she heard him opening a jar of some sort.
The question as to what the contents of the jar contained was quickly answered. Hermione felt the familiar hands again, instead this time only the finger tips touched her. His fingers they were covered in a substance only slightly thicker than water. He ran the liquid covered finger tips up both sides of her rib cage; it took a few moments before she felt anything unusual. At first Hermione thought she was imagining it, but in those places up her sides where George had touched she was starting to feel a tingling sensation. The longer the solution was on her, the more intense the unusual feeling became, but there was no denying it, it felt good. It felt like tiny minuscule hands rubbing her, thousands of them in unison.
Hermione heard the jar be placed on the bench before she heard a rubbing noise behind her ear, George had started nuzzling and kissing her neck. Before she knew it two hands, covered in the solution, came under her arms and covered her breasts. Hermione stopped breathing for a few moments as she waited for the sensation to start. George's hands had since left her breasts and had travelled to and around her navel, with a little solution on his hands he left a light bubbling sensation trailing behind his hands.
Hermione almost head butted George as she rolled her head back as the sensation of the liquid on her breast increased, the tingling heat was amazing. Combined with his hands pressing into her stomach and his hot breathing in her ear and lips on her neck she was nearly ready to come right there. Hermione leaning forward slightly and blindly pushed her hands across her desk removing the papers that had been placed their so carefully earlier.
This rather silent encounter was broken when Hermione encouraged, "please?"
The hands that had been on her stomach gently moved outwards and onto her hips, sliding both of his index fingers under the hem of her underwear he slid them down without any great sense of urgency. Hermione had a feeling he was trying to prove that he had self control because there was no way that he didn't want this.
Standing there now naked, having kicked off her underwear off from around her ankles, she was still bent over... Waiting for him to make the next move.
She heard the jar move across the bench slightly as a hand entered the jar. She felt hot kisses across her back as she waited with longing, wondering what was taking so long. She smiled to herself knowing that he could see her face from his position behind her, as she heard a light pumping action from behind her. Having deduced where he had just put his hand covered in the liquid Hermione suddenly became more patient, knowing it would be worth the wait.
Hermione got excited as George leaned over her and his cock brushed against her arse, however, this was not his intention. Barely concentrating as her arse tingled at the sensation of the liquid, she let his hands quite her arms to the far side of the edge of the desk. His hands guided hers to clasp onto it and she obediently did. The back of her hands were tingling slightly as some liquid was left on his hands from where he had applied it to his cock. Stretched out over the entire width of the desk her arse was perfectly exposed to the twin.
George traced patterns as he moved his hands up her arms, over her shoulders and under her arms before kneading her breasts for a few moments. His hands then continued to travel southbound, Hermione was now biting her lip in frustration as his hands traced around her bellybutton before moving to her hips. Once his hands were on her hips with his fingers covering the front of her hip bone and his palm and thumb wrapped around the top of her hip. Hermione pressed her stomach and breasts into desk firmly giving him as much access as possible, however her had other ideas.
George kicking her feet apart roughly and Hermione understood, opening her legs wide she exposed her heat. Using his hands on her hips he lifted the lower half of her body of the desk, but was unable to lift her high enough with her chest still pressed against the desk. "Elbows," he huffed. It was the first word he had said to her since he had entered the room and Hermione had barely heard him as the tingling sensation across her sides and breasts was even more intense now. On the top of her hips where the liquid was now covered by his hands was the most intense of all.
Using all her strength to hold onto the edge of the desk and prop herself up on her elbows Hermione arched her back as George lifted her hips higher. She heard him take a step forward and she dropped her chest further instinctively.
Hermione knew something was different as soon as George impaled with a grunt. However she instantly disregarded this thought, putting it down to the slightly unusual position they were in, the tingling liquid spread over her body and the blood that seemed to be rushing to her head. With her back still arched downwards she lifted her head to try relieve the blood that felt like it was building up in her head. She tried a few times to use her legs, which were bent behind his back to somehow brace against his back. However this did not seem like it was going to work as her feet couldn't reach his back from this angle, so she ignored them and let George control the situation, since there was very little she was able to do.
Hermione had always been incredible pleased with her prior encounters with George, but this was something else. She didn't know if it was the position, the liquid, the blindfold, the fact they wouldn't be able to do this again in only a few days time or if it was the chance of getting caught, but she loved it.
You wouldn't have though they had been having regular sex as the two of them were wound so tight. It can't have been even that many minutes before the two of them fell over the edge. George bent his knees slightly as he came, enabling Hermione to bend her elbows and rest her chest and head on the desk breathlessly.
Bending a little lower to pull out of her and then gently lower her hips so she was lying face down on the desk once again. Giving her a few moments to collect herself first, George then helped her off the desk, spinning her around so she was pressed against his half clothed chest. During the events of the last five minutes Hermione's blindfold had been displaced slightly and she was actually able to see George's pale and lightly freckled chest. She kissed across his chest before kissing him on the mouth, she could feel him doing up his cloak as she kissed him. She knew he was only on a short break unlike her and had to get back to work, which is why she wasn't worried when he kissed her one last time before leaving the room.
Hermione was able to get her blindfold off quick enough to watch him walk the last few metres before the door, a lot more confident than normal. At the door he only opened it slightly and exited sideways as to ensure nobody could look in to see Hermione who was yet to dress.
Hermione saw George glance back at her a smile slightly as he shut the door behind him, there was something about that smile that made Hermione suspicious. Hermione got dressed and tried to make herself look more appropriate before she enjoyed the last twenty minutes of her lunch break. However before she could return to the shop to see what was going on George re entered the back room looking a little concerned and flushed. Hermione knew something was up when she tried to kiss him and he stepped back.
"What are you doing?" Hermione asked, she was quite confused now. "I thought you had come back for more?"
Now it was George's turn to look confused he had seen Hermione since this morning, "more what? Why didn't you tell me Fred was back?"
It was at that moment that it damned on Hermione why something was different with George just half an hour ago... It hadn't been George she was with.