Heather listened to her best friend; Melanie babbling on and on about her upcoming trip to Venice Beach. Her friend had been trying for the past few weeks to get her to go with her, saying it would be a great way to end the summer but she constantly resisted. Heather was the typical homebody, who preferred to stay at home curled up in her leather sofa, engrossed in a good romance novel. It had been two years since she had dated and she wasn't interested in getting back into the dating game.
Melanie asked, "Are you still there, Heather?"
"Yeah, I'm here." She sighed, resting her chin on her hand.
Melanie prodded her. "You need to go out more. I know Ben really hurt you by cheating with that other librarian but all men are not like that."
"I know but..." Heather voice trailed off lost in her thoughts. She was afraid of putting her heart out there again, to be ripped to shreds.
"But what?! What have you done all summer? Just work. Right?" Her friend asked.
"That's true. I guess I should be having some fun," she reluctantly said. "My break is almost up. I'll talk to you later."
"Okay. I think you should come with me to the beach house. Just consider it."
"Alright, Mel. I'll talk to you soon."
Heather flipped her cell shut and felt his eyes on her. Mitchell Waters had been constantly watching her since he had arrived today. It made her uncomfortable the way his gaze made her feel. She thought she hadn't dressed any differently. Well, that wasn't quite true. She had decided to wear a low cut blouse, showing off her ample cleavage. She didn't know why she thought it was a good idea to forgo her bra because her dark brown nipples were extremely erect due to the air conditioner blasting.
She knew it had to be due to her see-thru dark blue blouse and her black short skirt which showcased her well-toned legs. When she looked up from her cleaning her desk, their eyes met. She could see his desire present and her eyes cascaded downwards down his pants to rest on the quite large tent in his crotch.
She tore her gaze from his and refocused on cleaning the breadcrumbs from her desk. Secretly, she found Mitchell attractive. His dark, brown wavy hair and his infectious smile made her swoon. Plus, his athletic body made her lick her lips, thinking how she would love the opportunity to see what he hid underneath his clothes.
Still, she didn't know what he saw in her. She didn't think she was anything special. There were more attractive librarians who were constantly throwing theirselves at him at any chance they could.
She got up to head to the washroom and heard his steps behind her in the hallway. She stopped at the entrance to the door and she turned around. She was face to face with Mitchell and was leaning against the doorjamb lazily.
"Heather," he said. "Why you keep avoiding me?"
"I...I'm not avoiding you," she stammered, unable to meet his gaze, her eyes glued to the floor.
"Look at me," he commanded. She raised her head, staring deep into his eyes as he continued.
"How about we go for a coffee after work. My treat."
"I can't, Mitchell. I have plans." She tried to sidestep him and he blocked her path.
He sighed deeply, gently caressing her arm. "I want you to give me the opportunity to get to know you better. Stop being afraid!"
"Afraid of what?" she replied angrily. "Men like you don't go for women like me."
"What's that supposed to mean?" his voice getting irritated.
Heather didn't know how to reply. "Maybe, you're just, you know, looking to get me into bed to see if the rumors are true about black woman being wilder in bed." She didn't know where this was coming from but she saw a huge scowl on his handsome features.
"Oh, I see now. You think I'm a player. You're assuming a lot about me and you don't know me. Give me a chance to prove to you that you're wrong."
She could tell by the sincerity in his voice that he meant every word but something was holding her back.
"I can't. Not right now. Please, let me go."
He moved to let her past as he walked away from her, he muttered, "I will prove to you that you're wrong, one way or the other."
She pushed the entrance door to the women's washroom hard and locked the door behind her. She leaned against it, breathing deeply. She knew deep down she was attracted to him but she couldn't let herself show she was interested in him. But every time she saw him, butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she felt her body responding in other ways as well.
Her hand made its way underneath her skirt, to graze against her wetness. She used the flimsy material of her panties to rub against her pussy lips. She bit down on her lips to suppress the moan that threatened to escape as her mind wandered. She fantasized about having Mitchell in front of her, on his knees, his face pushed deep into her mound. His tongue flicking her clit while his finger slid along her slit. Her moistness coated her fingers as she rubbed her engorged clit more, imagining him tongue fucking her now, his tongue thrusting deeply into her sweet hole bringing her to overwhelming climax with her clamping her legs around his head.
She groaned loudly as she plunged one then two digits deep inside of her while her other hand grabbed her breast hard, twirling her hardened nipples bringing herself to an orgasm in which she cried out as she came hard, her fluids overflowing her fingers and dripping onto the bathroom floor.
It had been awhile since she came so hard. Meanwhile, unbeknown to her, Mitchell had returned to give back the clip that had fell out of hair and accidentally eavesdropped on her. He couldn't stop himself from listening to her masturbate, making his cock strain against his pants. He tried the lock on the door and found that it pulled easily in his grasp. He pushed the door open quietly, locking it behind him as he watched intently as she washed her hands.
He crept behind her, leaning deeply into her back, his erection pressed into her ass. She was startled to see him in there as she asked, "What the hell are you doing in here?" He ground himself against her, eliciting a moan out of her as he groaned quietly, "I heard you."
She blushed a bit when he mentioned it as his hands moved to play with her breasts. "You don't know how long I have thought about being with you like this." She couldn't stop herself from responding to his gentle touch because it had been so long since she had been with someone.
He stepped away from her, lifting up her skirt and pulling her panties to the side. They locked eyes in the mirror as his hand continued to explore her pussy, as she purred with every touch of his hand. She got more aroused each second his finger rubbed her clit and his finger thrusted into her. Her walls wrapped around his finger tightly, as he pushed in and out of her, biting on her earlobe as another impending orgasm was threatening to overtake her.
That's when she heard him unzip his pants, dropping it to the floor. "Heather, I need to be in you." he growled deeply as he removed his finger, gripping her hip, bending her forward. He slid his hard shaft between her legs, not quite ready to enter her yet. He slid his thick cock back and forth, teasing her, making her whimper in pleasure.
"Please!!" she pleaded. "Please, what?"
"Please, fuck me."
Without another word, he thrusted deep inside her and they groaned together. She realized then how really thick he was and she wasn't certain she could take all of him in. Like he was reading her thoughts, he murmured, "Don't worry, Heather. You will be able to take all of me."
He grasped her hips tightly, as she held on the sink, as he plunged in and out of her slowly, each time pushing more and more of himself inside of her. When all of him was fully inside of her, she groaned, "Oh God!!" She felt so full.
"Mmm. It's just as I imagined you would be, Heather. Tight and wet!"
He plowed her with abandon now, with short, hard strokes, reaching underneath to play with her clit. Neither of them wanted it to end, as they fucked in front of the mirror, slapping her ass at times, sometimes with long and hard strokes, other times, hard and fast.
Heather was in ecstasy, her nerve endings on fire, as Mitchell hands twisted her nipples hard.
"Pull them harder," she demanded and he did. She could sense her orgasm approaching fast as he pulled her upwards now, almost upright, fucking her hard until they both exploded together, screaming as they came, his spurts of cum filling her pussy. They breathed heavily, as he kissed her neck.
He slipped out of her and spun her around.
"Heather, I still want to get to know you. I hope you don't think I just want sex from you. I want more."
He leaned down to kiss her and they kissed passionately for several minutes. She could barely speak after the kiss. She didn't know how she was going to go back to work after this. She was still extremely aroused as she saw Mitchell looking at his cum coming from inside her.
"I can't have you going back to work like that," he murmured. "Lean back against the sink," he ordered. She pressed her back against it as Mitchell sunk down onto her knees
He spread her swollen lips apart, as he breathed in her scent. "Mmm," he said quietly, as his tongue began to lap at the cum dripping out of it. She held onto his head, pushing him inwards, as he continued to eat her out, sucking on her love button as he slurped and licked her pussy. "Oh Mitch," she whined softly, with each movement of his tongue, dragging her close to another orgasm. He gazed into her eyes as he slid a finger in, rubbing her g-spot. That was all it took for her to shudder and cum.
