Jill, the hellcat in accounting (part II)
As Jill and I rode the elevator down to the mail room floor,
I felt my heart pounding in my chest. Already, I had slipped
a hand in my pants to "correct" myself. The tension
was tremendous, especially since we were crammed together
in a crowded elevator. I had never been to the mail room before
actually. In fact, I had rarely been to the bottom floor
of our building. It was loud with all of the sounds from generators,
A/C units ... etc. It was as if the building were alive and
we were entering its very heart.
After winding through a few halls, we reached the mailroom.
I was completely unimpressed. It looked basically like
a oversized broom closet save for the bank of mailboxes
covering the rear wall.
She went about her business of exchanging mail - inserting
some and retrieving other. As she reached to place a handful
onto the cart, the back of her hand brushed across my crotch.
I stood there motionless. She continued to sort mail and
chit chat. Moments later, she did it again. With that, I
walked up behind her and placed my throbbing penis squarely
between her cheaks. Without pause, she continued to sort
the mail. As she moved around, I moved with her. What the
hey? I was beginning to doubt whether this was a smart move
and just as I was about to move away she leaned against the
wall of boxes, turned her head to one side and said, "so
this is what I have been able to do to you?" I blurted
out a faint yes as she spread her legs a bit and pressed back
against me. Taking her cues, I reached around and cupped
each breast. She let out a wanton sigh and with that, I reached
for her mouth with mine and as our tongues met, she turned
around to face me. We kissed passionately and I was so thrilled
that she was deft at kissing. She talked of not enjoying
kissing and that she rarely kissed her hubby so this was
a pleasant surprise. Her tongue made those fanciful circles
around mine and I interupted that to sensuously nibble
on her lower lip and tug on it gently. Her breathing was heavy
and her cheaks flushed. As her chest heaved I lowered my
lips to her neck. My warm breath caused her to shiver. She
was now pulling at my zipper. As my cock sprang free, I pushed
her to the opposing wall and lifted her leg (and also her
long mini. The head of my penis pressed against her, expecting
to meet the resistance of a her panties - the thongs she so
liked to wear. Instead, the head meet no resistance. She
was wearing no panties and her cunt was more than primed.
My dick plunged inside. In response, she jerked back her
head and into the cinder block wall. THis could have provided
a moment of comic relief. Instead, it didn't phase
us. We were obviously single-minded in having a seriously
intense and passionate quickie. She hooked her leg around
my waist. For 20+ strokes we fucked hard and fast. I changed
the stroke to pull nearly all the way out and all the way in
using deliberate hard thrust. With every thrust, she was
releasing a low gutteral growl. Watching her throw her
head around had me near the brink. I pulled her to me and as
she proped her chin on my shoulder, she lowered her arms
a bit and squeezed me in a bear hug. With my left arm underneath
her leg, I lifted it just a bit higher, where her knee was
nearly touching the wall. As her moans turned to gasps,
I thrust 3 times giving it all it was worth and after the 3rd
thrust I told Jill I was coming. With that, Jill loosened
her grip which made those final thrusts deeper. As the hot
cum began to fill her vagina, I felt her pussy tense. As my
orgasm was fading, I engaged her in a deep gaze. Her mouth
had formed that sexy little O shape that you only see in association
with a cum face. I smiled as she closed her mouth and through
clinched teeth said "Oh God, oh God, I'm coming
I'm coming."
That was about an hour ago. I actually had to sneak out of
the building and go home to change pants - my dark wool dress
pants were soaked with our juices.
And yes folks, Jill is every bit the hellcat I'd hoped.
What an awesome fuck. Can't wait to repeat it.
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