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."
