She closes the hood of the car and turns around to flash you a brilliant smile. Her dark brown hair is pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head, held in place by a simple black hairpin. Her overalls are covered in grease, and what skin you can see is covered in a glistening film of sweat. As she moves over to the next car, her hips sway to and fro alluringly. Her soft giggle as she opens the hood tells you that she knows where your eyes are.
"I'm almost finished, then we can go."
After another 20 minutes of anxious waiting, she is finally ready to leave. After shedding her work clothes, you have trouble keeping your eyes from roving over her simple white sleeveless shirt and hip-hugging jeans. Her hair is still pulled back, but her long bangs are hanging free, framing her face. You give her a small smile and unlock her door, ever chivalrous as always. She blinks, unused to such treatment. After a moment she blushes, letting you see another of those special smiles that she saves for the times when you two are alone, and slips into the car. You pull out of the parking lot with a wide grin, confident that your plans for her will soon come to fruition.
After half an hour on the interstate, she begins to wonder just what it is you have in mind. She starts to question your intentions, but you give her a reassuring smile and she calms down. Two exits and a few turns later, you come to your destination. A small warehouse sits back off of the road, shrouded in trees, giving the place an eerie demeanor. She now has a look of mild fear on her face, but after your months together, her faith in you is unquestioning. You unlock the deadbolt to the warehouse and open the door into darkness, beckoning her inside.
Leaving the lights out, you direct her to a seat, plant a comforting kiss on her lips, and instruct her to take her clothes off. You turn on a small lamp, giving the area just enough light for her to see her immediate surroundings, but nothing more. She is starring in your direction with a bit of a shocked expression on her face, but then she gives you a wicked little smile and unbuttons her pants. She slips them down around her around her ankles, revealing a pair of sheer white panties. She slowly lifts her shirt over her head, revealing her small, firm breasts, causing your breath to catch in your throat. Another blush forms between her breasts and rises up her neck to paint her cheeks with rosy essence. She beckons you over to her and points at the floor, a stern look on her face. You step in front of her and slowly lower yourself to your knees, hooking your fingers under the hem of her panties on your way down. She shivers at the cool touch of your hands, but doesn't move to stop your from slipping her panties to the floor. A small patch of well-trimmed brown hair meets your gaze, enticing you to the folds of lavender flesh underneath. You look up at her with a mischievous grin on your face and slip your tongue between the lips of her pussy, nearly causing her to fall to the floor of the warehouse. Even with the small bit of attention you have given her, she is already starting to get wet. You stop, momentarily letting her catch her breath, and stand to kiss her full in the mouth, clearly taking her by surprise with your passion.
Your tongue meets hers; sending small jolts of electricity down through your body, straight to your loins. She hesitates at first, unsure of the taste on your tongue. Slowly, her confidence grows, and she returns your kiss with just as much passion, mildly shocked that tasting herself in your kiss is making her even more wet. You trail your kiss down her jaw line to the side of her neck, slowly alternating between biting and licking. As you continue your trail down to her shoulders and collarbone, you slip your hand between her legs and spread her lips, letting your middle finger flit back and forth over her clit. You lower your lips down to her right breast, latching gently on to her nipple with your teeth and letting your tongue rove over the tip. You speed up your finger on her clit, forcing her breath to come in labored gasps. It isn't much longer before she orgasms, cumming all over your hand. You raise your hand to your lips, licking her cum from your fingers.
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Her hands are now bound over her head, with her breasts pressing against the cold brick of the wall. A simple blindfold covers her eyes, although in the near pitch-black darkness, it almost seems a moot point. Her feet are separated by a thin pole attached to her ankles, keeping her legs spread a few feet apart, with her ass pointing out towards you from the wall. She lets out a small whimper as a chill breeze flows through the room. You step up behind her, gripping her hips and pulling her even closer to you. She gasps as she feels your strapon come to a rest between her legs, barely touching the inside of her thigh. You reach up with you left hand to run your fingers through her hair, smiling to yourself in the darkness as she mistakenly begins to relax. You close your fist, pulling her head backwards sharply, and begin to rub the tip of the strapon around the entrance to her pussy. She seems to be having trouble catching her breath, but she gets even wetter. You lean forward and take her earlobe in your mouth, then slip your free hand around to gently massage her right nipple. As you start to enter her, you slowly pinch down on her nipple and bite down on her earlobe at the same time, maintaining pressure with both until you are inside her fully.
After she becomes accustomed to the length and girth of the strapon, you begin to rock your hips gently back and forth. The moan this brings forth causes your entire body to light aflame, making you incredibly wet. With each painstakingly slow thrust, a small protrusion attached to the strapon rubs back and forth over your clit, almost making you weak at the knees. She whispers something faintly, almost to lightly to hear.
"Harder...please...please fuck me harder...I can't take much more..."
Obligingly, you increase the pace of your thrusts until you can hear your hips slapping loudly against her ass. Her moaning quickly elevates into a constant, muted scream of pleasure as you reach underneath her to slowly rub her clit. The stark contrast in the pace of your finger and the strapon strips away any reservations she still carried within seconds. Her body spasms through her first orgasm, her pussy clamping down incredibly tightly on the strapon. With a convulsive scream, her body collapses back into your arms, a look of pure ecstasy on her face. You slowly untie her hands and ankles and start to lead her over to a small bed in the corner of the room.
"Wait...you didn't?"
