I saw you walking down a long Corridor, I was walking back behind you. As we walked I was admiring the sway in your walk. I noticed that you kept casually looking over your left shoulder. I'm not sure if you're afraid to be alone down a long somewhat dimly lit area as this knowing that a guy you don't know is following you. I can't help but to keep watching your walk, you in your tight jeans, your nice form fitting top that hugs you so beautifully. Noticing that when you turn it shows off your beautiful breast as well.
As I check you out more I feel a tingling feeling inside. Wishing I could touch, wishing I could smell, wishing I could taste all of you. As we near the end of the hallway there are two doors. The door on the right leads to the storage room where I am on my way to get some copy paper. The double doors at the end go to the stairway, obviously where are you're going. As you reach the doors and go to push them open you find that they are locked. Knowing that I am still behind you, you slowly and sheepishly turn around and see me behind you.
I ask you if you're all right, and then see the panic in your eyes. Not wanting to cause more alarm I tried to calm you down by saying I won't hurt you, only making it worse. I grab your arm and pull you into the storage room. You fight to pull away but can't escape my grasp. I pull you in and shut the door, no one comes down this far too often so luckily I knew no one would hear your cries for help. I cup my hand over your mouth and beg for you to be quite, again fighting to get away from me. Your breast runs against my hand as you struggle, felt so soft, triggers my mind. I push you back against one of the shelves. Looking into your eyes I reach for the softness of your breast, grabbing it, squeezing it, feeling your nipple harden at my touch.
Touching you stirs feelings, my pants get tighter as my cock begins to stiffen. Pushing you into the rack, my cock runs against you, I begin to grind into you, feeling it touch you, wanting more of you. I move to kiss your lips but you turn away, I lean to kiss your neck instead. Your cries become whimpers, wanting to run. Pressing into you, feeling my hardness, I lower my hands to tour waist. Sliding my hands under tour shirt, you try to stop me. Reaching for your soft breasts, sliding under your bra and rubbing your soft tits, squeezing your hard nipples.