NOTE: This story takes place after my story "Bella's Subway Ride". The subway story is not necessarily a prerequisite, but you'll enjoy this more if you read the subway story first.
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"Shall we hide in this room?" Clark asked her.
Bella looked at him, trying very hard to remember why he looked so familiar. Clark had joined Bella's company about four months ago. From the time she was introduced to him, Bella kept thinking he looked familiar, but wasn't able to remember him. Sort-of like when we see an actor we know, in a completely different role.
"What do you think? Shall we hide in here?" Clark asked again, bringing her back from her thoughts. Bella nodded her assent, and they entered the room.
Their company had arranged for all its employees to go to a beach resort, for a day of fun and games. The day involved some water games and some land games. They had rented some rooms, where employees could change into, or out of, their swimwear, and could also store their luggage. It was into one such room that Bella and Clark made their way right now.
"We can hide in there, if they come looking into this room." Clark said, pointing to a small walk-in closet in the corner of the room. They were playing a game of "hide and seek", where employees divided themselves into a set of cops and a set of thieves. The thieves went and hid somewhere on the premises, while the cops came and tagged them. The thieves who got tagged the last would be the winners of that round. Bella and Clark, who were part of the thieves' gang, had teamed up and decided to hide somewhere together.
Bella had initially wondered why the employees, grown-ups who knew each other professionally, would play what seemed like children's games. She had shared this with her girlfriends a couple of days ago, when they were having dinner together. Sarah has said that maybe these games created opportunities for employees to form pairs and make out with each other. Susan and Bessie had laughed and said that this made sense. Bella had laughed it off, but she secretly wondered whether employees actually made out with each other during such outings.
They sat on the bed in the room. As she sat, Bella felt a little conscious, as her shorts rode up her legs and a little into her butt crack. Many of Bella's colleagues had worn bikinis or swimwear in the water, and had changed into beach dresses when they were out of the water. Bella preferred to not carry around a change of clothes, because the day would involve going in and out of the water multiple times. So she had chosen attire which could be worn both while swimming and out of water. She was wearing gym shorts made of synthetic material, and a tight-fitting racer top which stopped just below her waist.
The shorts were quite short; they left most of her legs exposed, and tapered upwards at the side, just about covering her buttocks. This made them comfortable to swim in. But when out of the water, Bella felt them riding up her buttocks, when she was walking or running, and especially when she sat down. She could feel her colleagues, especially the men, check her out. It felt a bit strange to have her colleagues, whom she only met in an office where she was dressed professionally, see her in short shorts and a revealing tight top. But she took solace in the fact that they were also in their swimwear or beach attire.
"Someone's coming! We may need to hide." Clark said, bringing her attention back to the present. And sure enough, a few seconds later they could hear footsteps approaching the room. Before the room door opened, Clark got into the closet, pulled her in, and closed the sliding door of the closet shut. The closet was very small, so for both of them to fit in, he had to stand facing sideways, and Bella had to stand directly in front of him.
They kept absolutely still, not even daring to breathe loudly, as the "cops" came in and looked through the room. The cops finally left, without looking into the closet (pretty sloppy police work, Bella thought!)
As the "cops" left, Bella could feel Clark's hands on her waist. He had grabbed her waist when he pulled her into the closet. When the cops were searching the room, he had left his hands there. She figured it was because he didn't want to make any noise by moving. But after the cops left, he left them on her waist. In the commotion, Bella's shorts had ridden a little further up her legs. She suddenly felt conscious, realizing that Clark had a good view of her buttocks and her partially bare back.
Clark was reasonably tall, though not very tall; about five-eleven. Reasonably well-built, though not heavily muscled. Decently good-looking, though not strikingly handsome. Bella put him in the "ok-looking" category. But he had two unique qualities. Firstly, he had a very good smile. It was hard to describe; the closest Bella could get to describing it was, when he smiled, he looked like a victorious king leading his troops back from battle. Secondly, he had an aura of intensity around him, especially when he was interacting with Bella. She had caught him giving her an intense look many a times, in the four months that they had worked together. She wasn't quite sure what that look meant.
So now, with his hands on her waist, she wondered whether it meant he fancied her. Did people really make out with their colleagues on such outings? Was Clark hoping to make out with her? If so, she'd have to let him know, in no uncertain terms, that she had no intention of doing so.
Clark bent forward a little, his lips close to her ear. She could feel his breath on her bare shoulder.
"Did you remember me, Bella?" he said. "When we first met a few months ago, did you remember me?"
Once again, Bella tried, unsuccessfully, to recollect where she had seen him earlier, and why he looked vaguely familiar.
"You give such amazing head, Bella!" Clark said.
Wait, what? When had she blown Clark? She and Clark had never been romantically involved since they met!
And then, with sudden clarity, it came back to her! The subway ride!! The man with whom she had accidentally made eye contact, right before a bunch of men stripped her naked and fucked her!! That was Clark!!
Bella felt her cheeks turn red, as a bunch of memories flashed through her mind in quick succession. Being unzipped and then stripped naked... Men fucking her in her ass and pussy... Giving her orgasm after orgasm... Her on her knees... Men coming all over her face and tits... Her taking it all in, and enjoying it... And finally, taking a man in her mouth, and sucking his cock till he asked her to stop... Clark had said she "gave amazing head", so he must be that guy. The guy who watched a bunch of men fuck her... Men coming all over her... And then he came into her mouth... Clark, who for the past few months had been her colleague. Oh, the shame!! Bella almost died of humiliation. In some ways, this was even more mortifying than being fucked by a bunch of strangers.
As Bella remembered all of this, with Clark standing behind her, something else happened. Without being consciously aware of it, she got very turned on! Clark partially opened the closet door, so they had some space. Moving his hands on her hips, he turned her around, so that she was facing him. As her body moved, Bella could feel the creamy wetness in her shorts. Some part of her brain was telling her to resist him, to push him away. But her body refused to obey. She just stood there, facing him, her face turning redder by the second.
Clark wrapped his hands around her, pulling her into an embrace. Turning her head upwards, he kissed her. Just her lips at first, but slowly pushing his tongue into her mouth, his tongue finding hers. Bella found herself kissing him back. He kissed her for a few minutes, then pulled back, put both his hands on her bare shoulders, and pushed down firmly. "How about an encore?" he asked.
Too turned-on to resist, her mind still in a daze, Bella got down on her knees. While she was kneeling down, Clark tugged at her top. The top had a built-in bra, so pulling it down made her breasts pop out. He had already taken his cock out of his board shorts. He was very excited, so his cock was rock hard, and there was already some pre-cum at its tip.
Bella looked at his cock for a second, then took it into her mouth. After the subway incident, Bella had become an experienced lover. She had sucked Mark many times when she was seeing him. And once, a few days after she and George had had wild kinky sex on horseback, she had gone into his room once. She had spent the entire night giving George blow job after blow job. She had brought George to orgasm five times, always swallowing his load. So she had developed both expertise in, and a fondness for, giving blow jobs.
However, right now, as she took Clark into her mouth, all her practice seemed to vanish, as some other instinct took over. A very primal instinct. Maybe it was the memory of sucking Clark on the subway. Maybe it was remembering the taste of his dick in her mouth that triggered it. She was transported back to the day of the subway incident, when she was an inexperienced lover. She felt a range of emotions... The humiliation of being fucked with people watching... The sheer sexual hedonism of having a man she didn't even know put his dick in her mouth... The sheer wanton lust aroused by public group sex...
