The bruised sky threatened to spill forth its accumulated rage outside. I stood, bored with the place and on edge at the hostess stand. The impending storm was making me nervous. Visions of glass shattering and being hurled at me by the angry wind taunted my subconscious. But closer to the forefront of my mind was the unnerving thought that at any given moment he would say some magic word that was yet unknown to me, and I would melt all over the place like so much butter in one of his sauce pans. Part of me -a vehemently denied part, I might add- knew it was inevitable. Deep down I would always be that impulsive, instant gratification seeking hungry lioness in the grass. I knew he could only dangle the meat in front of me for so long before my most base and primal instincts urged me to pounce.
I was reading a book by a late and brilliant Gonzo author whom I idolized and was rather engrossed when I felt his hands on my hips. The place was deserted and from where we stood we were invisible to the girl running the adjoining gallery. He kept one hand on my hip and brushed my hair away from my neck. Generally he would rub his unshaven chin across it (I let it slip once that it drives me crazy) but this time he rather violently sank his teeth into my flesh. My body went rigid and chills ran down that side of my body. I felt my nipples stiffen and was rather grateful for the hand that he closed down over my mouth. He kept his teeth clamped down on my neck, his tongue tracing circles within the deadly grip, and I felt the hand on my hip slipping silently up my shirt. His fingers crept into my bra, first teasing each nipple with a soft caress, then pinching them harder and harder, his hand still glued to my mouth to stifle any cries that I offered. I was pinned between his body and the hostess stand, feeling his warm erection grow larger and firmer as he ground himself into my ass. He released my neck and whispered into my ear.
"I know you want this. So take it." And with that, he released me. I turned to him, my eyes boring into his, my hungry mouth gaping as I realized that he had finally pushed me beyond my limits, and dropped to my knees. I kept my eyes trained on his as I unzipped and freed his cock from the prison of his pants. In a moment I had it shoved so deeply into my mouth that I could feel it against the back of my throat. He dug his fingers into my hair and slowly our gaze was broken as his eyes drifted shut and he rolled his head back. I heard a faint groan come from within him as I felt the precious first drops of pre-ejaculate drip onto my tongue. And just as quickly as I had begun it, I stood and he come out of his fog, puzzled. I nodded toward the office and took off, leaving him to find a way to cover the evidence of my work.
