We stood by the Drama section – Ah, Drama, How fitting! – and mindlessly chatted a bit of time away. For as slow as it was, there were enough employees around that we weren't ever really bothered. Our conversation got softer and naughtier as time progressed. We hadn't seen each other in a few weeks and so the usual questions came up. Were you still seeing so and so? Are you still with that guy? How are things (meaning Have you gotten laid recently?) going, etc. He had me breathing a little heavier as we talked about what we had done in the past to each other that had turned us both on.
"I loved it when you sucked my dick," he whispered so soft I had to lean in for me to hear him. We weren't inches apart and he was looking down my blouse as he said it, his mouth turned away from the camera. I felt my nipples get hard and my pussy start to tingle. I brushed against him as I leaned over to pretend interest in something behind him. He could look straight down my tank and see my bra and impressive cleavage.
"That's okay," I whispered back. "I loved sucking on it. You have a very nice, thick dick and I liked feeling you cum on me". At this point I knew we were both goners. My pussy was wet, my nipples looked like I had been hit with a huge blast of arctic air, and he was getting hard in his khaki shorts. I leaned back and tried to calm down by taking some deep breaths of air. I think I might have even been fanning myself with a brochure, trying to get the air that had seemed fine a few moments ago across my flaming cheeks.
He stared at me for a few more moments before casually saying, "Hey, don't you have to go to the bathroom?" while swinging those keys on the lanyard. I was confused. I didn't have to pee. What was he talking about? I shook my head in response and he looked at me before eyeing the counter. I could see him mentally going over something before looking me in the eyes solidly and saying slowly, "Oh-didn't-you-have-to-go-to-the-bath-room?" with a shoulder shrug and a big eye movement towards the storage room/bathroom door. Suddenly it dawned on me and I felt stupid.
"Ohhh, ya, now that you say, I DO have to use the restroom," I announced loud enough so that if someone was paying attention they would think it was innocent enough. "Would you happen to have a key?" I asked. He smiled and nodded sure and walked me over to the door.
"Right in here, ma'am," he said and opened the door with a slight flourish. As I walked in he dropped his voice to add, "I'll be right back, don't lock it!" and shut the door quietly. I was in a storage room that doubled as a bathroom with a toilet and sink. It was cramped, but big enough I could hold my arms out at my sides and not touch anything. I just stood there for a second and suddenly felt my heart thumping in my chest like it was going to beat right up my throat. I've been wild and crazy before in things but at this point in my life, I was 25 years old and a mother of a young child – I shouldn't be trying to make out with hot guys in a BATHROOM of a public workplace! Wasn't there a law against that? And when ‘law against that' crossed my mind, I swear my pussy got wetter. The idea that I might be caught, might be being watched, might be being so naughty as to break the law sexually turned me on so much I could feel my panties getting wetter. I started panting a little harder, thinking about him walking through that unlocked door.
Suddenly, the door opened quickly and Rob walked through, and then shut it and I heard the lock click. He looked at me and I looked at him. Neither of us said anything, we just started at each other for a few seconds. Next thing I knew he had me in his arms, his face buried in my breasts, tugging my tank top down.
"Oh God, I had to kiss these, I had to touch them, I just wanted to bend you over right there on the counter," he muttered as he kissed and licked my skin. I had my hands dug into his hair and was spread eagled a bit and leaning against some kind of storage rack. I felt the metal biting into my back and legs as he pulled his face up and held my cheeks to start kissing me. I've been kissed by lots of men lots of ways but I still remember Robs. They were like being kissed by a cloud of cotton candy. That sounds so stupid but no matter if he had shaved or not, his face always felt smooth and his lips were so soft. He had a way of moving his tongue in my mouth and on my skin that made me melt. He would nip and lick at me, and move his tongue so that I felt like he was inhaling me.
He was sliding his tongue down my neck and working his hand into my bra to lift out my breast as I un-tucked his shirt from his shorts. I wanted to run my hands over that furry chest. He was built rather solidly, not slender, not fat, more just in the middle. Thick was a good word for him. Thick chest, thick arms, thick legs, thick cock. I was running my hands over his chest and flicking his nipples with my fingernails as he bit and sucked on my ear lobe. He was muttering into my ears and just moaning a bit here and there as we both pleasured each other. I bit his shoulder and sucked hard even knowing how much he hated it. He pulled back from my shoulder and looked down to glare at me a bit.
"Bad girl, now I get to punish you," was all he said before he flipped me around to face the storage rack. It was one of those metal ones with adjustable shelving and I grabbed a hold of opposite sides as he edged me forward to lean against it. My breasts were hanging out of my bra, dangling, and my shirt was pushed up but I still had my shorts and panties on. He just grabbed my hair and tugged my head back softly but hard enough that I could feel it. I groaned softly and didn't fight him. He was back to chest with me; I could feel his cock pushing against my ass as he started kissing that certain spot on my neck behind my ears. That is the spot that sends me over the edge. Hit that spot and my panties are soaked and I'm just a wiggling mess – he knew it too. He thrust against me and bit and licked that little spot for a few moments before letting go of my hair and letting my head fall forward. He was still pushed up against me as his hand slid up my thigh and pushed up my shorts. They were baggy enough to make that very easy and he reached up between my legs and felt how wet they were.
"Naughty girl, turned on by being caught," he hissed softly. I just nodded and wiggled my ass at him. He hadn't actually touched my lips yet, just moved the edge of the panties around and up between my ass cheeks so he could if he wanted to. I wanted him to! He finally did, sliding a thick middle finger between my slick lips and moving it back and forth just enough to tease me. "You shaved!" he exclaimed, surprised. I nodded and wiggled my butt again. He got the hint and pushed the middle finger all the way inside me straight up into my vagina. I groaned and just squeezed it tight, letting him work it slowly in and out. I normally masturbate enough that I'm never this horny, but I hadn't in a few days and he was working me up to an amazing orgasm. However, I love being finger-fucked when it's done right and he seemed to know exactly where to target. He nibbled on the back of my neck where the hairline is as he finger-fucked me with his middle finger and teased my clit with his other finger. I love being finger-fucked when it's done right and he seemed to know exactly where to hit to make the most of his movements. He was making my whole body tremble and shake.
