This story contains some fetish elements but it's not a 'fetish' story. Squirting, masturbation, breath-play, and creampies are all included in small bits.
There is NO ANAL or references to 13 inch cocks and DDD breasts.
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"Yes Ma'am, Felicia and I will have it ready for you first thing in the morning." he said as he hung up.
I looked at my manager and rolled my eyes before the phone even touched the cradle. "Does she seriously need us to find a single rug? I mean, really Joe, is she going to die if she doesn't get it in the morning? No. It's after closing and I want to go home." I couldn't keep myself from venting a little bit over this. The studio Owner was a real pain in the ass, especially lately.
I had been working at the Nancy Johnson Interior Design Studio for almost 4 years and I really liked my job. The people were friendly and I got to design and decorate, which was a passion of mine. The pay was good and recently I was really racking up the overtime, which would help pay for the remodel of the 3 story brownstone that I had just purchased.
I leaned over the counter, letting my blouse hang a bit, and looked at Joe. He tried to maintain eye contact, but he just couldn't, I could see him struggling and it was cute.
"Couldn't we come in early tomorrow and find it for her?" I whined prettily. "She'll never know we didn't stay and find it tonight."
He was finally able to look into my eyes. "Fee, you know she'll find out, she always does. It won't take more than a half hour, I'll even help look."
With a deep sigh I hung my head and nodded, a headache was starting to form. Joe walked around the counter, grabbed my hand and drug me to the 'Employees Only' door. I wasn't really surprised when he continued to hold my hand as we walked through the giant warehouse toward the back where the rugs were stored.
Joe and I had a very flirty relationship, had from the start, but we'd never acted on it. I was extremely attracted to him both physically and mentally. He is about 5'11, has light caramel colored skin that tells his Samoan/Hawaiian ancestry, medium length dark black hair, light brown eyes and broad muscular shoulders and arms. I don't know what it is about those shoulders and arms but they do something to me.
I'm 5'5, have an athletic build, green eyes and creamy lightly tanned skin with a smattering of freckles across my nose and shoulders. I have auburn hair that reaches the middle of my back but I rarely leave it down because it's heavy and makes me hot while I work.
I stopped abruptly and plopped down on the nearest crate. My knee length pencil skirt rode up to about mid thigh, showing the bit of lace at the top of my thigh-hi nylons and I noticed Joe looking there before he looked into my face. "I'm getting a headache, I gotta get this clip out of my hair." I reached up behind my head and pulled the clip out, knowing that my C cup breasts were perfectly outlined by my straining shirt. Tilting my head back I closed my eyes as I uncoiled the long twist my hair was in and shook it to loosen it, making it fall in waves around my shoulders.
"God Fee, your hair is amazing. I can't believe you keep it all tied up that way." he said staring.
"You've seen my hair down before." I smiled at the way he was looking at me, it's like he was in a daze or something.
"That was when you first started here, I haven't seen it down since then."
"Oh. Well, it's just hair, and it's red hair at that. Nothing to be impressed about." I had always bemoaned the fact that I have so much Irish blood in me. Pale skin and a hot temper.
"Auburn, and it's beautiful." he complimented me.
He seemed to wake up out of his trance when I didn't respond. He reached down and grabbed my hand again, pulling me up. "Come on, lets go get that rug so we can get out of here."
We walked along in silence but I could tell that Joe was stealing glances over at me from time to time. We reached the section where the rugs were stored and just as I was about to suggest we split up to search, the toe of my shoe hit a pile of rugs and I lost my balance, pulling Joe down with me since his grip tightened on my hand.
I landed on my back, with Joe half over me. My hair was spread out all around me on the soft, plush rugs. I wanted to laugh but I could only smile at the moment. Joe was almost on top of me and I could feel my panties dampen. He cupped the side of my face and looked into my eyes before sliding his gaze down to my breasts. A button had popped open and you could see the top of my lace bra.
I nuzzled my cheek into his palm. "You're having a hard time not looking at me tonight." I whispered.
"Very hard." he said as he tilted his hips a bit and rubbed his hard cock against my thigh. Even through all of our layers of clothing I could tell that he was extremely hard.
"Mmm Joe, don't do that." My voice had turned husky.
"Ok, I won't." He reached a hand down and pulled up my skirt so he could settle between my legs. "I'll do this instead." He thrust his hips into me and I felt his cock rubbing against my lace-covered pussy.
I moaned out loud as I felt him continue to thrust. My hips were moving with his, trying to get the most contact. It wasn't enough. "Why are we dry-humping?" I asked with a smirk as my hands undid his pants. He got to his knees between my legs and began to unbutton his shirt as I unbuttoned mine. He flung his shirt off behind him just as my icy white lace bra came into view. This stopped him in his tracks for a few moments as he just looked at me.
He gripped my waist with both hands for a second before sliding them up and over my breasts. My nipples were hard and visible through the lace in the harsh florescent lighting of the warehouse.
He circled his fingers over my nipples a few times before he pinched them lightly, causing me to gasp and arch my back. I grabbed both of his hands and led them to the front clasp of my bra before placing my own hands on my spread thighs. He undid the clasp and parted the cups, letting my natural breasts spill free.
I felt his hands cup my breasts and squeeze them lightly before he bent his head and kissed me for the first time. It was electric, sizzling, passionate... Our first kiss lasted forever as he nudged my lips apart with his tongue before sliding it inside. Our tongues dueled for dominance for a minute until I gave up, letting him thrust his tongue in and out at will.
I reached down and unzipped the side-zip of my skirt and attempted to pull it down but it was trapped between our bodies. Joe noticed my struggle and broke off the kiss to kneel back up. I lifted my hips to slide the skirt over them and then put my knees in the air and together so I could slide the skirt all the way off. This left my ankles almost resting on his shoulders, I still had my high-heeled shoes on. He ran his hands up my stocking covered calves until he got to the tops of my lace-topped thigh-hi's.
