Part 6!
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Wednesday late shift. I’ve started dressing up more for work now. Gone is the sloppy bun jeans n t shirt, my hair is now down n straightened… more eyeliner n lippy than I wear for a night out. N my Fishnets rather than my plain black tights.
I don’t expect to see you, but there’s always that glimmer of hope.
I’ve thought about last night a lot. Your wife is beautiful. There’s no doubt. I can’t believe the things I did with her. I’ve never been with a woman before, just remembering last night sends signals flying between my crutch n my brain. Over the last week I’ve been permanently aroused. It’s distracting.
The shops been really quiet tonight. It’s allowed me a lot of time to think of you, naked n tied. Your cock was beautiful. Your ginger pubes tidied but still there, the freckles across your chest n arms. Your tats… fuck your tats… across your body, arm n hands. I longed for you to touch me. I already know I’m going fuck myself when I get home.
Shift finished n I disappointedly head back to my car. I’d so hoped to see you or hear from you, but nothing. I get in the car n set off, I didn’t notice u watching me from the other side of the road, nor did I notice your car following me when I set off.
I get in my house, I should tidy up. I don’t want to, I race straight upstairs. This is no quick rub I need. I need something inside me. Something big, I want to be fucked.
I look at my toys… nothing appealing. They’re all to elaborate with their switches n vibes n timers. I remember I have a cucumber in the fridge… can I? I giggle to myself as I quickly take my boots off n run down stairs to the fridge. I’m Just grabbing the cucumber n there’s a knock at my back door. I look at the patterned glass. My tummy drops, it’s look like your silhouette, but u don’t know where I live.
I go to the door. Open it.
Fuck me it is you. My heart races in my chest n my words stick in my throat. “Hi Gem” that’s all you say before you’re in my door n your mouth on mine. Your arms quickly wrapping round me. I respond. Completely shaken with the force you’ve come at me with. You’re normally so cool, so measured. You push me against my fridge, the magnets n shit that I keep on there all hitting the floor. Your tongue is in my mouth n your breathing shallow n rapid. I’m moaning as you begin kissing my neck… your hands pressing against my tits. You stop. Your left hand now clasping my jaw n forcing me to look up to you. “I want you… I’ve not stopped thinking about you.” I can’t speak, I just close my eyes n allow your tongue back in my mouth. Wet, sloppy, needing.
You begin undoing your jeans… I try to help but our hands get in the way of each other. Your mouth not leaving mine. “The door…” the back door didn’t shut n its now swinging open, “don’t move!” You smile at me n it’s the most amazing you’ve ever looked, your eyes wide n laughing… I can’t help but giggle… n I strike a statue pose…you shut the door n come back to me… your jeans now falling down round your knees… “gorgeous!” U say as you re-approach me, taking my hands from the pose n holding them above my head. You hold with one hand while the other begins squeezing my tit, your face inches from mine. I go to close my eyes. “Look at me Gem” I do. My pussy on fire… every nerve ending is sparking. I’m aware of a hole inside me and I need it filling by you…
“I want you inside me?” I almost plead it. You begin kissing me again, firmer more controlled… your hands finally approaching my cunt. I’m breathlessly trying to tell you my tights are still on, your hands now grabbing at the netted material. I hear it tear. Feel the nylon ping against my thighs.. you start pulling me down towards the ground, i realise we’re going nowhere, you’re gonna nail me on my kitchen floor. Your jeans n pants are still round your ankles. You remove your tee exposing your gorgeous painted chest. N your cock is out like it’s searching for home. I don’t do much as lie as fall onto my back and your on me. You’re not smiling or laughing now. You sit up between my legs. I’m panting… thighs shaking, you pull me towards you n pull my knickers to the side. Then your inside, not much… just your tip, “fuck your wet” I don’t speak.. just nod. You lean forward and kiss me again. You cock entering me further. I raise my hips n you push in again this time it’s deep, I causes me to yelp,
You’re over me. You’re inside me. Your face next to mine n I can hear you groaning in my ear. You’re fucking me. Really fucking me. There’s no more kisses or niceties. This is ugly, deep, carnal lust. Your pushes are getting faster n harder. I can feel the cold floor thru my clothes I want you to smash me through it. I open my thighs wider. I want you fill every part of me. We’re not moaning now it’s grunts. I know you’re getting close, your cock feels huge and the angle we’re at is allowing you to brush my clit on every entry n exit, my thighs open more n your deeper still. I can’t do anymore except take it. My hands are on your arse up your back anywhere, just to keep u inside me. Im hanging on. My thighs now round you. Keep pumping Paul, fuck me til you pop inside of me. Then it happens, your body goes rigid n you let out a massive groan… my pussy some how moving up to you like she wants you to climb inside. I shake as I cum all over you… my thighs burning n my back sore. My moans deep n low… guttural. Neither of us speak. You drop on top of me. I wrap my arms around you I don’t want this moment to end. You kiss the side of my face n lie/fall next to me on the kitchen floor. I can’t move… I need to move. I don’t want to. I want to lie here on this cold n dirty floor with you. “I’ve got to go.” You break the silence… “what?” I can’t believe you’re just gonna get up n go.
“She doesn’t know I’m here…” it’s almost a whisper.
“You followed me?” I suddenly realised what you were saying. “You’ve gone off script. You’re not meant to know where I live?”
You stand up, pulling your clothes right n in place. “Seriously? You’re just gonna go?” I sit up, my top falling over my tits but my tights no longer fit for purpose. “I shouldn’t have come.”
U mumble. N with that you leave. Closing the door behind you. Leaving me sat on my cold floor with your cum oozing out of me.
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Just amazing x
