Thank God it's Friday
With a deep sigh she gently arches her back and lifts her arms over her head in a long stretch. She's been at this desk for hours, maniacally trying to get all her work done before the weekend. She's even worked through lunch just to make sure 5 o'clock is as late as she's going to be here.
She hates working through lunch and even more so today as it means she had to cancel seeing him. They have such little time together, their Friday lunches have become a much treasured ritual. It's been days and days since she's seen him but even now as thinks of their last encounter, a little lick of fire shoots through her loins and makes her shift in her seat. Pretending to continue her stretch, she pull her arms behind her back, her t-shirt pulling tight against her nipples and again the flame fires up.
She has to get through this paperwork.
Turning her attention back to her desk, she tries once more to focus on the pages and pages and pages of work in front of her. Fuck this, it's time for a cigarette.
Carefully avoiding her managers window, she slips out the fire escape door into the warm afternoon sunshine beaming into the rear courtyard. She stands alone, the last in the office to give up the filthy habit she knows she won't be disturbed. As she savors the first draw of her cigarette she fingers the little zippo he gave her and smiles. For a few minutes she allows all thoughts of work to escape and leaning back on the warm brick wall she closes her eyes and enjoys the patterns the sun makes through her eye lids.
Fancy meeting you here.
She jumps at the unexpected familiar voice. Shielding her eyes she turns and looks towards the shadows from which it came. For a moment she sees nothing, her eyes showing only the imprint of the sun. His outline is barely visible in the shadows where he stands but as he slowly emerges, swaggering casually into the sunshine she sees that wicked smile, just creasing the corner of his eyes. He moves smoothly towards her, his blond hair shuffling playfully in the breeze. Suddenly in one fluid movement he pushes her roughly against the wall and kisses her deeply. Surprised as she is she responds instinctively, reaching up to his face, drinking him in. What is he doing here? How did he get in? As she feels his tongue flicker into her mouth all logical thoughts are swept easily aside.
His hands are already moving rhythmically over her body. He knows it well, knows how to manipulate her, knows how to make her respond to him. She is his well loved plaything and she loves it. Pulling gently on her hair he exposes her slender neck and bites into it like a ripe fruit. A whimper escapes her lips and she feels his heart beat race a little faster. His fingers brush the skin of her waist as he reaches down and greedily grabs her round arse. Wrapping one leg around him she pulls him closer to her, inviting him to press his hard groin closer towards her. He pulls back for a moment and looks into her eyes. She holds his gaze, mezmerised by his beautiful liquid eyes. There is no attempt to hide the lust in her eyes and with a sliver of a smile she assures him this is not the time to behave like a gentleman.
With renewed vigor he again shoves her hard up against the wall, this time his whole body pressing up against hers. She loves it when he plays rough. Pushing off against the wall she forces him to take a step back and in the same movement she spins and pushes him against the wall. She grins at his obvious surprise. Before he can recover, she grabs the hem of his shirt and rips it open, buttons flying left and right. She drops her mouth to his chest and circles her tongue around a bright pink nipple. She loves the sounds he makes when he's getting worked up. She slides a hand down the front of his jeans and finds she's had the desired effect - he's rock hard and huge. His voice comes low and gravely, almost menacing, in her ear - I'm going to fuck you.
Slowly this time, he steps around and behind her, takes her by the hips, and moves her to face the wall. She does not resist. He's standing so close, she can feel his breath on her cheek. He reaches around her and as one hand idly loosens her jeans, the other teases a nipple. Her breath is coming quickly - short and shallow. As her jeans fall to the ground she silently steps out of them, leaving her legs slightly apart. Her knickers are clearly damp from her soaking wet cunt and for a second she thinks about how very vulnerable she is in this outrageous position. But as his fingers tug at the edge of her knickers and then disappear deep into her pussy all thoughts of the world around her are wiped clear from her mind. She pushes back against his hand feeling waves of fire race through her veins. She spreads her legs wider, inviting his fingers deeper, her arse clenching with pleasure. But instead he takes his hand away.
Instinctively she turns towards him but is pushed back against the wall. Stay where you are. His voice is so calm she has no choice but to obey.
Then she feels it.
Stepping in close to her again, she feels the delicious round head of his cock run along the slippery lips of her cunt. Frozen in anticipation, she holds her breath, waiting. Waiting for that moment. Waiting for that moment when his thick, hard shaft will come ploughing into her. Waiting for that moment when she'll be sent to another world. She is not disappointed. In one full thrust he buries his cock to the hilt inside her. She squeals in delight as he pulls out slowly, deliberately, then slams into her again. His hands are on her hips, forcing her to keep his torturous pace as he continues to fuck her slow and hard. The ecstasy she feels building up inside her is almost unbearable. The fire running through her threatens to make her black out.
Baby I'm going to come so hard, she pants. I'm going to come so hard...
Her words seem to have an instant effect on him. He digs his fingers into her hips just enough to hurt. Are you baby? Well so am I... And with that he begins slam into her again and again at a furious pace. She braces herself against the wall, barely keeping her balance. He's like an animal now, not thinking, not speaking, just fucking her harder and harder. Then suddenly she feels him stiffens. Pulling her cunt firmly onto his cock he groans loudly by her ear and begins to tremble. She can feel his orgasm inside her as he pumps her full of his sweet creamy cum. Like a land slide his climax begins her own and she stifles a cry on the edge of her lips as wave upon wave of pleasure come crashing over her, burning through every fiber of her being. The world swirls in her vision as her climax makes it's way like sparks out the tips of her fingers.
The shadows from the building's are creeping up their legs. As the endorfines fade and the reality of the afternoon returns, she sighs and ducks out of his embrace, grabs her jeans. With a quick kiss and not a word she grins at him and leaves him standing in the courtyard adjusting his torn shirt.
Back inside the office, her boss calls out to her as she walks past the open door. I don't understand why you like smoking so much, it's a filthy habit.
She hates working through lunch and even more so today as it means she had to cancel seeing him. They have such little time together, their Friday lunches have become a much treasured ritual. It's been days and days since she's seen him but even now as thinks of their last encounter, a little lick of fire shoots through her loins and makes her shift in her seat. Pretending to continue her stretch, she pull her arms behind her back, her t-shirt pulling tight against her nipples and again the flame fires up.
She has to get through this paperwork.
Turning her attention back to her desk, she tries once more to focus on the pages and pages and pages of work in front of her. Fuck this, it's time for a cigarette.
Carefully avoiding her managers window, she slips out the fire escape door into the warm afternoon sunshine beaming into the rear courtyard. She stands alone, the last in the office to give up the filthy habit she knows she won't be disturbed. As she savors the first draw of her cigarette she fingers the little zippo he gave her and smiles. For a few minutes she allows all thoughts of work to escape and leaning back on the warm brick wall she closes her eyes and enjoys the patterns the sun makes through her eye lids.
Fancy meeting you here.
She jumps at the unexpected familiar voice. Shielding her eyes she turns and looks towards the shadows from which it came. For a moment she sees nothing, her eyes showing only the imprint of the sun. His outline is barely visible in the shadows where he stands but as he slowly emerges, swaggering casually into the sunshine she sees that wicked smile, just creasing the corner of his eyes. He moves smoothly towards her, his blond hair shuffling playfully in the breeze. Suddenly in one fluid movement he pushes her roughly against the wall and kisses her deeply. Surprised as she is she responds instinctively, reaching up to his face, drinking him in. What is he doing here? How did he get in? As she feels his tongue flicker into her mouth all logical thoughts are swept easily aside.
His hands are already moving rhythmically over her body. He knows it well, knows how to manipulate her, knows how to make her respond to him. She is his well loved plaything and she loves it. Pulling gently on her hair he exposes her slender neck and bites into it like a ripe fruit. A whimper escapes her lips and she feels his heart beat race a little faster. His fingers brush the skin of her waist as he reaches down and greedily grabs her round arse. Wrapping one leg around him she pulls him closer to her, inviting him to press his hard groin closer towards her. He pulls back for a moment and looks into her eyes. She holds his gaze, mezmerised by his beautiful liquid eyes. There is no attempt to hide the lust in her eyes and with a sliver of a smile she assures him this is not the time to behave like a gentleman.
With renewed vigor he again shoves her hard up against the wall, this time his whole body pressing up against hers. She loves it when he plays rough. Pushing off against the wall she forces him to take a step back and in the same movement she spins and pushes him against the wall. She grins at his obvious surprise. Before he can recover, she grabs the hem of his shirt and rips it open, buttons flying left and right. She drops her mouth to his chest and circles her tongue around a bright pink nipple. She loves the sounds he makes when he's getting worked up. She slides a hand down the front of his jeans and finds she's had the desired effect - he's rock hard and huge. His voice comes low and gravely, almost menacing, in her ear - I'm going to fuck you.
Slowly this time, he steps around and behind her, takes her by the hips, and moves her to face the wall. She does not resist. He's standing so close, she can feel his breath on her cheek. He reaches around her and as one hand idly loosens her jeans, the other teases a nipple. Her breath is coming quickly - short and shallow. As her jeans fall to the ground she silently steps out of them, leaving her legs slightly apart. Her knickers are clearly damp from her soaking wet cunt and for a second she thinks about how very vulnerable she is in this outrageous position. But as his fingers tug at the edge of her knickers and then disappear deep into her pussy all thoughts of the world around her are wiped clear from her mind. She pushes back against his hand feeling waves of fire race through her veins. She spreads her legs wider, inviting his fingers deeper, her arse clenching with pleasure. But instead he takes his hand away.
Instinctively she turns towards him but is pushed back against the wall. Stay where you are. His voice is so calm she has no choice but to obey.
Then she feels it.
Stepping in close to her again, she feels the delicious round head of his cock run along the slippery lips of her cunt. Frozen in anticipation, she holds her breath, waiting. Waiting for that moment. Waiting for that moment when his thick, hard shaft will come ploughing into her. Waiting for that moment when she'll be sent to another world. She is not disappointed. In one full thrust he buries his cock to the hilt inside her. She squeals in delight as he pulls out slowly, deliberately, then slams into her again. His hands are on her hips, forcing her to keep his torturous pace as he continues to fuck her slow and hard. The ecstasy she feels building up inside her is almost unbearable. The fire running through her threatens to make her black out.
Baby I'm going to come so hard, she pants. I'm going to come so hard...
Her words seem to have an instant effect on him. He digs his fingers into her hips just enough to hurt. Are you baby? Well so am I... And with that he begins slam into her again and again at a furious pace. She braces herself against the wall, barely keeping her balance. He's like an animal now, not thinking, not speaking, just fucking her harder and harder. Then suddenly she feels him stiffens. Pulling her cunt firmly onto his cock he groans loudly by her ear and begins to tremble. She can feel his orgasm inside her as he pumps her full of his sweet creamy cum. Like a land slide his climax begins her own and she stifles a cry on the edge of her lips as wave upon wave of pleasure come crashing over her, burning through every fiber of her being. The world swirls in her vision as her climax makes it's way like sparks out the tips of her fingers.
The shadows from the building's are creeping up their legs. As the endorfines fade and the reality of the afternoon returns, she sighs and ducks out of his embrace, grabs her jeans. With a quick kiss and not a word she grins at him and leaves him standing in the courtyard adjusting his torn shirt.
Back inside the office, her boss calls out to her as she walks past the open door. I don't understand why you like smoking so much, it's a filthy habit.
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