He wants to fuck again. I told him know when I wanted to say yes. And now, here he is. My breath caught in my throat as he strode in, confident and cool in his open shirt grey suit.
I stood there frozen in my heels, flouncy spring skirt and flimsy sheer blouse with the feather duster in my hand, staring at him as he approached. I set down the duster and let him lead me to a back corner far from the aisle. We stopped near the stock room door. Get your head straight! I turned to key in the security code on the stock room door. It clicked open and he followed me inside.
The door closed behind us. I led him behind the last row of shelves stacked with boxes before turning to face him. He pressed me against the cold cinder block wall. I closed my eyes and rested my head against his shoulder as he kissed my hair. He traced the junction above my thighs and I parted my legs to allow him easier access.
His fingers probed my moist folds to soak his fingertips in my essence. He raised his hand and pressed the two fingers to my lips, tracing them lightly over them, smearing my nectar over my lip gloss and down to my chin.
When my lips parted with a sigh, he pushed his fingers in, stroking my tongue as he urged me to suck them clean. I did, loving his sinewy fingers moving over my tongue. He withdrew his fingers to give me a deep, feverish kiss as though he were a starving man seeking out every crevice of my mouth. I wanted him so badly. Making out, my hands moving over his strong shoulders, his hot breath hitched near my ear.
I was wet and ready to fuck. He pulled up my skirt before ripping off my string bikini panties as I covered his face in kisses. I opened my legs wide. He unzipped his pants to take out his hard dick which he fisted in a tight grip until it was red. It was big and meaty. He playfully tapped his swollen head against my exposed slit, taunting me for a long moment before allowing the full length to rub against me.
Such a perfect fit, smooth and girthy and just the right length. This was my favorite cock! His hands helped me balance as my shoulder bumped against the wall.
My inner muscles milked him as my knees clenched his hips in a vise grip before falling to the sides once more. He was ramming as though he was out of control as an orgasm ripped through me.
My hands gripped his jacket and he kept pummeling me until he thrusted into me balls deep and held it there, groaning through gritted teeth. He came with a loud groan and I threw my hand over his mouth to stifle it. We remained there, stuck together as we kissed open mouth and long. After a minute, he withdrew. He put his sticky semi-hard manhood back into his pants before zipping it up.
This is a one-time thing. See Eden if you want, but you and me, this has to stop. Cum filled mess was dribbling down my thigh. With my skirt pulled up to my waist, I held it in place as I waddled over to a stack of tissue paper used for gift wrapping, wadded up a bunch of it up and wiped the mess moistening my upper thighs. Once clean, I smoothed down my skirt, picked up my ripped panties and wrapped them in tissue paper as well.
I left the stock room and took a short walk to the elevators to dispose of the wadded paper in a public trashcan. A cool draft wafted up my bare legs as I returned to my department to pick up the feather duster to mindlessly dust. Abridged excerpt from Eden Wild on Amazon.