I was painting my office, no one else was here, save for my secretary downstairs, so I had music turned up, oblivious to the outside world. I had changed out of my skirt and heels, and had on my painting clothes, and old ragged pair of Umbros and a short t-shirt. I was on my knees, singing, and painting the base boards when I heard, "Nice ass."
I screamed, jumping out of my skin, and splattering paint on the wall and on myself. "DAMN YOU. You could have knocked, or told me you were coming, or something..." I looked down at my ragged shorts and t-shirt and knew I looked awful.
"I did knock, somebody was singing too loud to hear me," he laughed as he slowly backed me up against the wall I'd just finished painting.
"Damnit," I squealed as I realized I'd just leaned into wet paint. But before I could move away from the wall, he boxed me in, planting his hands on either side of my body. "Uh, the paint's wet," I stammered as he lowered his head to kiss me. And then, I didn't care. I raised my arms up, wrapping them around his neck, spreading paint to his shirt from where my arms had been against the wall.
He lifted me off the ground, so I wrapped my legs around his waist, pressing myself against him. As I rubbed my pussy against the bulge in his pants, he bit my lip, and laughing said, "You little slut."
"Mmm, yes?"
He dropped me to the floor, and I felt my body dragging through the wet paint. He dropped his hands to my waist and grabbed the elastic band of my shorts and pulled them along with my thong down to my ankles where I promptly kicked them off. I had my hands busy at his zipper, trying to divulge him of his pants as quickly as my shorts had disappeared. He helped me push them down, then lifted me again to pin me against the wall.
I felt the cold paint squish against my now naked ass. "This might be hard to explain," I smirked, thinking of my very paint covered bare ass. But I soon forgot all about wet paint as he pushed into me, completely filling me. "Oh, oh wow," I stammered as I wrapped my legs back around his hips and pressed myself as close as I could to him. He thrust into me, over and over again, sliding me up and down the wall, his hands gripping my ass.
"Cum for me, cum for me now," he growled into my ear as he pulled almost completely out of me, then slammed into me, pushing me hard against the wall.
I screamed as I climaxed, bucking my hips against him, and biting down on his shoulder until I tasted the paint that my arms had spread earlier.
He never stopped pushing into me, harder, faster, slamming me against the wall. I had barely stopped convulsing through the first orgasm when the second hit me hard. I gripped his hair in my hands, and slammed my mouth against his, kissing him hungrily.
