Pinky Surprise

Seven Minutes In Heaven

We had been flirting all evening, and as the party wore on, things started getting more adventurous. The host was moving soon, and clearly wasn’t going to be happy until the party turned into some sort of orgy. He had been liberal with drinks and weed all evening, and we weren’t the only couple building up towards an obvious conclusion.

Eventually some variation of strip-poker / spin-the-bottle / truth-or-dare started up, and it wasn’t long until most of us were naked or nearly so. She was down to a black thong with wide pink lace trim, and I was completely naked. Most of the guys in the circle were at least semi-hard, depending on how much attention had been focussed on them recently. The host had two girls, one on each side, each giggling and trying to distract him by doing interesting things while he kept the game going.

Eventually, the bottle landed on her, and the host announced that her dare was seven minutes in heaven, the old teenage kissing-in-the-closet party game. She smiled and pointed to me and walked towards the bedroom.

“WAIT!” bellowed the host, and announced a modified rule. The rule was that we had to sit on the couch, her in my lap, my cock in her pussy, and the first one to cum loses. She hesitated for only a second and then announced I was going down.

The couch was in the main room, but on the other side from where the group sat on the floor playing the game. It wasn’t private, but we weren’t the center of attention, either. I sat down, and before I knew what was happening, she dove between my legs and started sucking my cock.

“Hey!” I protested, half-heartedly, “that’s cheating! You can’t get me ready to cum like that!”

A roar of laughter came from the host and the few members of the party who weren’t already breaking away to start their own action. She released my cock with a wet pop, slid her panties off before climbing on top of me.

“All’s fair,” she grinned, and then lowered herself onto my cock. I groaned as her pussy wrapped around my head, and she laughed “This is going to be easier than I thought!”

I breathed carefully and calmed myself. She wasn’t moving, I noticed, and she was wet enough that I had slid easily into her.

“I dunno, seems like I’m not the only one who’s ready to go.”

“Hey, boy, I’ve got self-control. I bet you jerk off every night. You’re gonna cum first.”

“You think about me jerking off a lot, do you?”

“Ha! No, I usually think about the soccer team before slipping into bed with my vibrator.”

My cock twitched inside her.

“Oh, you like that thought, do you? Well, let me tell you all about it. I watch the soccer team practice sometimes, and I sit in the stands, squeezing my legs together, leaning forward to put pressure on my clit, and just admiring their legs. Then when I get home, sometimes I find I’ve creamed all over my panties. On those nights, I go to bed naked.”

My cock swelled again and she rolled her hips, causing a wave of pleasure.

“I usually spend awhile just touching my body, playing with my tits. Sometimes if I’m in the right mood, I can get off just by squeezing my nipples.” As she said this, she pulled on her nipples, both right at my eyeline. I put my hands on her hips as she rocked again, and I groaned, feeling my cock slip deeper inside her.

“When I really want to get down to business, I get out my vibrator. It’s just a little pocket rocket, but it’s got this little textured head, and when I press it against my clit, I can feel it in my toes. I lie on my back, and spread my legs, with my clit buzzing and imagine a guy pressing on top of me.” As she said this, she leaned forward, pressing her breast against my face. I tried to think calm, non sexy thoughts, but her voice kept whispering right above my ear, her breath husky.

“Sometimes, that’s all it takes, and I just give myself a quick little surface orgasm… but sometimes I need more, and I roll over onto my stomach. One arm under me, keeping pressure on my clit, and with the other I reach behind me. I need that pressure inside, that feeling of being filled. I’ll get up on my knees and rock back and forth, thrusting two even three fingers inside from behind…” She was full-on humping me now, grinding my cock deeper into her, arms wrapped around my head, thighs wrapped around my legs, pulling me, moaning in my ear.

“Every now and then, when it’s really good, and I’m working my clit and fucking myself I feel this extra release and I g…” before she could finish this though, I reached behind her and slid my hand down her ass. Finding the root of my cock already filling her, I pulled my fingers back up, and slid a finger into her ass, the opening already wet and slick, offering no resistance.

She cried out in surprise, and I felt her pussy and asshole suddenly tighten, clamping down on my cock and finger. The extra sensation pushed me over the edge, and I groaned and pushed upward, my cock pumping inside her as I came, her pussy twitching and spasming around me. She stiffened when she felt me cum and gripped my shoulder hard, clearly pushed over the edge as well.

After a second, I eased my finger out of her ass, and she moaned happily in my ear.

“Who won?” I asked, breathlessly.

“I think we both did,” she whispered as she nibbled my ear.

Cumming in the Dressing Room

While no one was looking, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing room with her. We were at one of the more upscale clothing stores at the mall, where the dressing rooms are in a little hallway, and have full-length doors. We weren’t exactly isolated, but no one could see us, and if we were quiet, probably no one would bother us. I had been following her around the mall all morning, and I had been getting pretty bored, but as she pushed me against the wall and kissed me, I realized that she had really just been looking for the right dressing room.

“You’re crafty,” I whispered, and in reply she told me to sit down and watch. I sat down on the bench, and she hung up the clothes she had grabbed to get us into the dressing room. Then she turned around and started slowly gyrating while she started undressing. She was wearing a blue button-up shirt that snugly fit around her c-cup breasts. Her tan skirt was flared at the bottom and came to just above her knees, and she was wearing her boots with the big heels that brought her almost to my height.

Unbuttoning her shirt all the way, she slipped it off, leaving her standing in a thin white tank-top, through which I could clearly see her bra. It was also white, mostly satin with some decorative lace bits on the straps. She turned around to hang up her shirt, and I admired the way her hips swayed back and forth in the skirt.

As she turned back around, she ran her hands up her sides to squeeze her breasts, grinning at me as she danced. She did a slow spin in place as she pulled the tank top up over her head, and I looked her up and down. Dropping the tank top to the floor, she cupped her tits again, this time biting her lip slightly as she slipped one hand inside her bra to tease her nipple.

I moved to stand up, and she shook her head, and then slowly, deliberately undid the buttons of her skirt. As it opened, I could see she was wearing a pair of panties that matched her bra. When she turned around and slipped her skirt off, I could see it was a thong. I reached down and rubbed my stiffening cock through my jeans. This was starting to turn me on.

Hanging her skirt on the hook with her shirt, she turned back to face me and smiled when she saw what I was doing. Wearing just her boots, bra and thong, she stepped forward and leaned down to kiss me deeply. Her hands reached for the bottom of my shirt, and then pulled it over my head. When she bent over to unbutton my pants, I kicked my shoes off, and helped her slide my pants down around my ankles, so I could kick them off too.

As she straightened up, she lightly ran her hand along my cock, straining against my boxers, and then stepped back, resuming her slow gyrations. I could see her nipples pressing through the thin fabric of her bra. As she turned away from me again, I stared at her ass while I quickly peeled my socks off.

Still facing away from me, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra, which she slipped off and let fall to the floor. Turning back, she had her hands covering her breasts, squeezing and massaging them lightly. Then she ran her hands up into her hair, and I felt my cock get harder at the sight of her dark pink nipples, erect and rising from her areola, crinkled and contracted to the size of a quarter.

As she watched, I pulled my boxers down, and started slowly stroking my cock. She looked pleased, and quickly bent over, wrapping her lips around my head. The feel of her tongue on my skin and the sight of her breasts hanging free caused my erection to swell, and she moaned quietly in response.

With one final swirl of her tongue, apparently satisfied that I was hard enough, she stood up again. Turning away from me, she began sliding her thong down with exaggerated slowness. Bending over as she went, making sure I had a clear view of her ass and pussy. She was ready for me. Her lips were parted slightly, and I could see that she was soaking wet.

Before she could step out of her underwear, I stood up, still stroking my cock with one hand. I grabbed her hip with the other and with one quick movement, plunged deep into her cunt.

I heard a startled intake of breath from her, and then she grabbed her ankles and rocked back, pushing me deeper inside. I squeezed her hips, and holding her tightly, started fucking her in the dressing room.

Bent over like that, her pussy was tight around me, so it was hard to stay quiet. Judging from her ragged breathing, it wasn’t easy for her either, but other than a muffled squeak or moan every now and then, the only sound was a quiet slurping.

After a few minutes, she let go of her ankles and turned around to lean against the bench. I swiveled with her, and resumed fucking her right away. Looking down, I could see some of her pussy cream around the base of my shaft, which turned me on even more. Looking in the mirror, I could see her tits sway back and forth with each thrust. Her head was hanging down, her lips open, breathing heavily. Her eyes were closed as she focused on the feeling of my cock sliding in and out of her body.

She was tightly gripping the bench with one hand, but was reaching up between her legs with the other hand to rub her clit. Her breathing sped up, and I tried to match my speed to her hand, which I could feel tickling my balls. I could feel my orgasm building, and I was hoping she was getting close when all of a sudden I felt her body tense. I looked in the mirror, and her eyes were wide open, staring right at me. I felt her pussy clench slightly around me, and she broke her silence to whisper my name.

That was all it took to push me over the edge, and then I was holding her tightly, pressed as deeply into her as I could. Just as her pussy stopped twitching, my cock started spasming, pumping my cum into her. My whole body shook with each spurt, and as the orgasm faded, I ran my hand up her back.

She slowly straightened, and turned to face me. I wrapped my arms around her, and we kissed desperately, pressing our bodies together. After a few moments, I sat back down on the bench to catch my breath, and I watched as she carefully got dressed again. After a minute I got dressed, too, but when we were done, there was still one article of clothing lying on the floor. Picking it up, I saw it was her thong. She grabbed it and put it in her purse, and whispered in my ear that she was going without panties so she could walk through the mall and enjoy the feeling of our cum all over her pussy and thighs. The fact that no one would know about the mess just under her skirt would turn her on even more, so she warned me I better be ready to fuck her again when we got home.

At the Movies

We’re at the movies, but neither one of us is paying any attention to what’s happening on screen. The movie is a few weeks old, and there are maybe 15 other people in the theater, and none of them are sitting anywhere near us. The lights have been out for 20 minutes, and she’s whispering filthy things in my ear.

She’s wearing her work clothes, since we met here right after she got off. Her dress shirt is unbuttoned almost down to her navel, and she’s undoing her pants right now. The armrest between us is up, and we’re sitting very close together. I have one arm wrapped around her waist, and my other hand is inside her bra.

She’s telling me that she’s been thinking about me all day, and the more she thought about me, the hotter she got. She tells me about crossing her legs and squeezing her thighs together during a long meeting. She tells me that she was (and is) dripping wet.

As she tells me this, I am squeezing her breast and slowly pinching her nipple. I feel her lips brush against my ear as she whispers, and I feel an answering surge of lust from my own groin. I slide my hand back, rubbing her hardening nipple against my palm, and she shifts her hips to press against me as she moans appreciatively.

She tells me that she shaved her legs and trimmed her bush last night, knowing she would see me today. She says she wore her favorite bra, the one that pushes her tits together and gives her great cleavage, just for me. She tells me that when she went to the bathroom before the movie started, she found out that she had already creamed in her panties.

I ask her to prove it, and she immediately leans back and slides one hand down her belly, and into her unbuttoned pants. She licks my ear, and then reaches her hand up, slipping her middle finger into my mouth. I eagerly suck on it, tasting the promised pussy cream. It is thick on her finger, and the taste is a hard-to-describe mixture of salty, musky, and feminine… and really turns me on.

With one leg hooked over my own, she reaches back into her pants and tells me that she’s lightly stroking her clit. She tells me about how she masturbates almost every night to fall asleep, climbing into bed, wearing a thin tank top and her panties. She says she likes to lay on her stomach, with one hand between her legs, rubbing her clit, only occasionally slipping inside her pussy to bring her wetness out. She tells me how sometimes, as her orgasm is building, she imagines she’s sucking on a cock, and will slide two fingers into her mouth, desperately licking and sucking on them as she cums.

She’s starting to breathe heavily in my ear while she tells me that she likes to get fucked from behind, kneeling on her bed, with the guy standing behind her. She tells me her bed is exactly the right height for this — how she can rock backwards, feeling the guy’s cock deep inside her pussy, and then after he cums (either in her, or across her back), she can collapse forward, and put pressure on her clit to recover. She says she loves the feeling when the guy’s cum slips out of her, and onto her fingers, hot and sticky.

I can tell she’s getting close when she tells me that for the past few nights, her fantasy has been about me, her newest lover, fucking her ass. She says she wants to lay on her back, with a pillow under her butt and her legs hooked over my shoulders, so she can see my face as my cock slides into her. She wants to use her vibrator on her clit and cum while I’m fucking her.

Sensing my cue, I slide my hand down from her hip and into her panties. She leans forward and sits up just enough that I can slip my hand under her, and then she’s leaning back again. My hand is between her cheeks, and my middle finger is just resting on the opening of her pussy. I can feel her other hand moving in small, quick circles on her clit, and I move my finger in time, gently teasing her and getting wet before I slide back and find her ass.

She is ready, and my finger easily slides in up to the second joint. She inhales suddenly, and freezes for a moment, and then she’s moving again, pressing up against me, fingers flying on her clit, hips rolling in a lazy circle, and begging me to make her cum. She’s whispering so fast and intently in my ear, that all the words run into one another, “ohgodmakemecummakemecumcumcumfuckmepleasefuckmyassandmakemecum…”

I start moving my finger. Due to our position, I can’t really slide in and out of her ass, but I do my best, pushing deep into her and then pulling back to put more pressure at the top, and then pushing forward, rubbing against the bottom, knowing she can feel it in her cunt.

It doesn’t take long. Within a few seconds, I hear her breath catch in her throat, and she leans heavily against me, her head on my shoulder, rocking slightly as her orgasm rolls over her. I can feel her ass squeeze my finger, and hold steady, providing solid pressure for her body to react to. As it dissipates, and her breath returns to normal, I kiss her deeply and slip my finger out. She wimpers slightly and before we’re done kissing, I can feel her hand sliding up my thigh. The movie’s not over yet…

Crowded Train

The train was so crowded that she was basically forced to sit in my lap. The basketball game had just gotten out, and in seconds the train car was packed to capacity. I had been sitting in the solo seat in the very back of the car, listening to my headphones. The car had already been full enough that some people were standing. She had been standing right in front of me, facing away when everyone crowded on. With all the jostling, she got knocked back into my lap, and before she could get back up, the doors had shut, and there was no room for her to stand anymore.

Our seat was facing into the middle of the car, with the back to the window. To the right was the back of the train car, and to the left was the back of a double set of seats. There was quite a bit of standing room in front of us, which was now packed full of people.

She looked at me and shrugged, and I shrugged back, trying to stay casual. I wasn’t sure if she recognized me, but I sure recognized her. She frequently rode the same train home that I did, and she was definitely noticeable. She tended to wear short skirts and high heels, and when she walked her strut was so strong it was almost funny. I expected kettle drums to start playing like in cartoons. boom-ba-boom-ba-boom.

Today she had on a flowy black skirt that came down to just above her knees, and a dark blue button-up shirt. Her short hair was clipped back behind her ears, which were bright red, probably because she was blushing a bit at our awkward situation.

She tried to scoot forward, but as the train sped away from the station, the crowd shifted back towards us, and she ended up even more firmly in my lap. She grabbed the handhold of the seatback to her left, and shifted her weight a little — which put pressure right on my cock.

I tried to ignore that, and not think about the hot girl sitting on me, but the heat of her legs and ass against my crotch, combined with the vibration of the train meant I was quickly getting hard. I caught myself staring at the back of her neck and imagining kissing it, and quickly looked away.

I watched the scenery passing by and tried to think innocent thoughts, but it was useless. Every bump, every jostle, every movement of the train made me more aware of her. I tried not to move and hoped that my erection pressing into her rear wasn’t too obvious.

All of a sudden, without saying a word, she reached down and pulled the back of her skirt out from under her. I looked around, shocked, but she wasn’t making eye contact. Miraculously, no one else was, either. Because of our position in the train, only the people standing right next to us could see anything, and they were all either facing away from us or had their faces buried in a newspaper. No one had seen what she did, and if they looked now, they probably wouldn’t notice her skirt hiked up a bit in the back. From the front, she was completely covered, but from behind, it was just her panties (and my pants) between us.

Then she shifted her weight again, moving her hips around in a circle, and basically rubbing against my cock, which was nestled between her cheeks. I felt a surge of blood as I got even harder, and then she did it again. Her left hand, which was basically hidden from view between us and the next row of seats, reached down and gave my leg a squeeze.

Taking this as my signal, I looked up again to make sure no one was looking, and then I moved my left hand between us. She lifted her weight just enough for me to slip my hand in. As I unbuttoned my fly, I could feel that she had some kind of lacy panties on, and then I pulled my cock out.

She sat back down, and now my erection was between her legs, sticking forward. I could feel the rough texture of her underwear against the sensitive skin of my head. The heat between her legs turned me on even more, and she squeezed her legs together a bit, pressing me against her.

For several minutes, we just sat like that, with my cock nestled between her legs, rubbing against her panties with every bump of the train. I was constantly scanning the faces of the crowd pressed around us, but nearly all of my attention was on what was happening under her skirt.

I was starting to wonder what was going to happen next when the train went into a tunnel. She took advantage of the momentary plunge into darkness to lift herself up, pull her underwear to one side, and sat back down, all in one quick movement. Again, no one seemed to notice, and now instead of rubbing against her panties, I was pressed directly against her pussy.

Again, she shifted her weight slightly, and I gasped a little when I felt her lips smoothly slip along my shaft. She was already soaking wet. Apparently I wasn’t the only one getting turned on by our forced intimacy.

As subtly as I could, I tried to slowly wiggle myself around so that I would slip inside her. It didn’t work, but it did succeed in rubbing more of her wetness onto my head. After a minute I was starting to get frustrated when she took action — she pretended to sneeze, and took advantage of the sudden motion to quickly part her legs and lift up just enough, and then come back down on me.

I froze, terrified that everyone would suddenly notice what we were up to. But all that happened is the guy reading his newspaper said “Bless You,” without even looking. She said thanks, and pressed her ass firmly against me, sliding my cock a little deeper in her pussy.

The angle was awkward, we could barely move for fear of being discovered, and I can’t have been very deep inside her… but it didn’t matter. We were both so turned on by the idea of what we were doing that we might as well have been screaming in pleasure. I couldn’t believe how hot her pussy felt, and my cock was throbbing in excitement.

She didn’t move at all, but because of the train, we didn’t need to move much. Every jostle and bump sent a shock of pleasure as I slipped a little bit in or out of her, and there was a constant, rhythmic vibration from the wheels on the tracks.

I tried to carefully control my breathing and look like nothing interesting was happening, which was very difficult to do, as I felt her start squeezing me. Her cunt was tightening around my cock and loosening, just as if her hand was wrapped around me. I’ve felt girls squeeze me before, but I swear it’s never been so dramatic. I don’t know if I was just particularly aware because of the circumstances or if she was just talented in that regard, but the net effect was the same.

Without moving at all, in the middle of a crowded train, we were fucking each other. As the minutes passed, I grew more sensitive, and I could feel the vibration of the train car deep in the base of my cock. Combined with the tightening action of her pussy, I was building up to an orgasm.

I had no way to tell her what was going to happen, and even if I could, there was nothing we could do about it. That knowledge, that I was not only fucking this woman I had admired from a distance for so long, but that I was about to cum inside her, caused my cock to swell with pleasure.

I breathed deeply, and then suddenly my entire groin was pulsing as I came. I felt her start slightly, and then press firmly against me again as I pumped my cum into her pussy. I wanted desperately to wrap my arms around her, squeeze her tits and bite her neck while I came, but instead I held as still as possible, with my eyes tightly shut, feeling every spurt with her lips wrapped around my head.

After a minute, it passed, and I released a breath I hadn’t realized I had been holding. Looking around quickly, I saw that no one had noticed. The noise of the train and all the surrounding conversations combined with the tight press of people had effectively hidden us in plain sight.

Even more surprising, however, was that we were coming into the train stop. Somehow the entire half-hour ride had passed. I was grateful that the timing had worked out. She stayed sitting on me as we pulled into the station, even when my cock softened and slipped out of her. I could tell we were both a wet mess down there, but there was nothing we could do about it just yet. Once the doors opened, everyone was in such a hurry to get out that no one was looking as she stood up. Her skirt slipped down, neatly covering her up, but I had to move quickly to button my pants back up. They were a bit wet, but nothing too noticeable, I hoped.

I looked at her as we walked off the train, unsure what, if anything, to say, but she just winked and walked away. I laughed and headed for the bathroom to clean myself up.

Morning Wood

She gasped when I brushed my hand over her nipple — As much from surprise as from pleasure, I think. We were both half-asleep, lounging in bed. She was an old friend from high school, visiting home for the weekend from her out-of-state college. We were planning to spend the day together, but she had shown up around 7am after her train got in, and I normally didn’t get up until noon on the weekends.

In high school, we had been pretty close, even though we never dated, and we had even slept in the same bed a few times before at all-night parties. So when I suggested we climb back into bed for a few hours, she didn’t seem to mind. She took off her sweater and corduroy pants and climbed under the blankets with me. She snuggled up against me for warmth, lying with her back to me, and my arm around her middle. I was wearing boxers, and she was just wearing her underwear and a thin tank top.

For a few hours, we did just sleep, but over time I became increasingly aware of her body. She was about the same height as me, just a little bit shorter, and very skinny with small boobs. I remembered in high school she didn’t even wear a bra most of the time. I remembered one time when I caught a peek down her shirt as she bent over in front of me in a loose-fitting shirt, and I could clearly see her nipple. Thinking about that, and with her body pressed up against me, I started to get hard.

I’m not sure if she could tell. It seemed pretty obvious to me, my erection pressed into her ass, between the swell of her cheeks. I tried not to move at all, afraid she would suddenly notice. So far, she hadn’t reacted at all, and her breathing was still deep and even.

Eventually, it was too much for me. I lightly ran my hand up her chest, brushing my fingers over her nipple. I wasn’t sure what kind of reaction I would get, but the sudden intake of breath was followed by a slow exhale. Figuring that sounded like a positive reaction, I kept moving my hand up and wrapped it over her shoulder, pulling her closer to me. She responded by leaning back into me, putting more pressure on my cock.

Feeling more bold, I slid my hand back down her chest, teasing her nipple again. This time her reaction left me no doubt. She moaned softly, and reached up to grab my hand, cupping her breast. Pressing my hand firmly against her chest, I could feel her hardening nipple pressing against my palm through her shirt.

I pressed my hips forward, and she responded by grinding against me. My cotton boxers slid smoothly against her satin panties, and the feeling of my cock slipping up and down between her ass cheeks was turning me on even more.

I slid my hand out from beneath hers, giving her nipple one more tweak before I slid my hand down. Her tank top ended a few inches above her panties, and her skin was hot. I ran my hand along her hip, and then slipped my fingers under the elastic. Her breath quickened as I ran my fingers through her pubic hair, and she spread her legs slightly to let me reach further. Moving past her bush, I found she was already wet.

Her lips were already slick and my finger slid easily between them as she continued to grind against me. She moved her hips forward, stroking down my cock, and slipping my finger deep between her lips, teasing her opening, and then moved backwards, stroking back up my shaft, and sliding my finger up to her clit.

She moaned lightly and reached back to grab my head, pulling me forward where I started kissing her neck. I started moving with her, humping her ass while she rubbed her clit against my fingers. I had two of them now slipping between her lips, stroking along the smooth path to her pussy, rubbing her wetness all over.

She shivered and then pulled away from me slightly so she could slip her panties off. Quickly, I pulled my boxers off as well, and then we were pressed together again. One hand was under her body, touching her hip, and with the other I reached up and squeezed one of her nipples. Meanwhile, she reached between her legs, and positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy.

She worked my head back and forth a few times, slipping it between her lips until it was coated in her juice, and then she slid down the length of my shaft. She was warm and wet, and I slipped easily into her. When I was buried to the hilt, we paused for a second, and then she started grinding her hips again, just like she had been doing before, only now, every move slid my cock in and out of her pussy.

The sensation was overwhelming, and I swear I’ve never been harder. It felt like my head was swollen larger than normal, and I could feel the texture changes as I plunged in and out of her cunt. Her lips were tight around my shaft, but around my head I could feel the smooth, velvety texture of her inner walls.

I groaned into her neck and grabbed her tightly. Her breath was coming in short, sharp gasps, and every few seconds she would reach between her legs to keep me from popping out. A few times I did, and she would run her hand down the length of my shaft before grabbing me firmly and putting me back inside her.

After a few minutes, she must have noticed my breath coming more rapidly, or felt my cock stiffen or something because suddenly she was whispering a frantic warning in my ear not to cum in her, because she wasn’t on the pill. She never stopped fucking me, she just said to tell her when I was about to cum.

It didn’t take long… A few seconds later, I gasped out a warning, and she suddenly rolled to the side, popping my cock out of her. I rolled onto my back, and reached down, figuring I would have to finish things up myself, but before I could, she had turned around and grabbed me, wrapping her lips around my head. She moaned impatiently and started swirling her tongue around while squeezing me. My initial shock passed quickly, and the sensation quickly brought me right back to the peak.

I groaned and then arched my back as I came in her mouth. She continued to make quiet little excited sounds as she sucked and ran her tongue around me. I had never cum in a girl’s mouth before, and the ongoing sensation as she sucked me off drew the orgasm out. She moaned happily as the last aftershocks hit me. I was staring at her as she let me slip out of her mouth, and she smiled as she reached up to wipe a bit of my cum from her lips.

“Well,” she said, “What are you gonna have for breakfast?”

Caught in the Act

She was fingering herself when I opened the bathroom door. Leaning against the sink with one hand, her clingy purple skirt was hiked up over her hips, and her other hand was slid into her panties. Her eyes flew open in surprise when she heard the door open, but before she could say anything, I quickly stepped in and locked the door behind me.

Our office has two bathrooms, one by the front desk, and one down the hall that we share with some other businesses in the building. It’s a bit further away, so most people don’t use it. Apparently, I’m not the only one who appreciates a bit of privacy at times.

When I turned back around from the door, she was pulling her dress back down. Her face was bright red, and she was clearly mortified to have been caught in the act. She started to explain how she thought the door was locked, but her voice trailed off when I pulled her hand up and licked her finger. I could taste her pussy, and her breath caught as I sucked on her finger.

I stepped closer, pushing the small of her back up against the sink. She was about the same height as me, and I let go of her hand to grab her hips and grind into her. One leg pressing between her thighs, she let out a little moan. I brushed her hair aside and started kissing and sucking on the side of her neck, working my way up to her ear, and she ran her fingers through my hair.

I ran my hands up her sides and squeezed her tits, and she squirmed, rubbing her crotch against my thigh. I licked around the edge of her ear, back down her throat and nibbled on her collarbone. She grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me towards her. I wrapped one arm around her back, and slid my fingers into her hair, which made her shiver.

Feeling the pressure of my growing erection against her hip, she pressed more firmly against me and quietly breathed my name in my ear. I leaned back, keeping our bodies pressed together, but looking her in the eyes. She licked her lips, but her eyes were wide with uncertainty.

“Why don’t we finish what you were doing when I came in here?” I said. She nodded, and I grabbed her hips and turned her back around. She leaned against the sink again as I pulled her skirt back up over her hips. I knelt down as I slid her panties around her ankles and helped her step out of them. She spread her legs as I ran my hands up the insides of her thighs. Spreading her cheeks a bit, I licked the length of her already wet pussy, and plunged my tongue into her, tasting her cream.

Sitting back, I licked my lips, enjoying a moment of anticipation. Then I slowly slid two fingers into her. Her cunt was tight around my fingers, and she gasped at the sudden sensation. I pushed forward, and then started to slowly slide my fingers in and out. At the same time, I reached forward with my other hand to grab her hand. I brought it back between her thighs and she started to rub her clit.

I stood up and unbuttoned my pants, sliding them and my boxers around my ankles. I stroked my hard-on with my left hand while my right continued to finger her. She had her head down, resting on her arm on the sink, and I could hear her breathing rapidly. Her back was arched, and her skirt bunched up around her waist, and I could faintly see the remainder of last summer’s tan line on her ass.

Quickly, I pulled my fingers out of her, rubbed her wetness around the head of my cock, and then leaned forward, plunging into her. She cried out in surprise, and I felt her cunt squeeze and then loosen around me.

For a moment, I just stood there, enjoying the hot grip she had on my shaft, and feeling her fingers tickle my balls as she frantically rubbed her clit. I knew this wouldn’t last long once I started, so I tried to focus on the details, to commit them to memory. Then I grabbed her hips and started fucking her. At first I went slowly, but feeling her hand moving around between our legs spurred me on, and before long I was plunging in and out of her as quickly as I could.

Her pussy kept opening and closing around me, alternately gaping so I could really only feel her lips sliding along my shaft, and then suddenly squeezing tight around me so that I could feel every bit of her wrapped hotly around the head of my cock.

She was trying to be quiet, but was constantly whispering my name, telling me to fuck her, and simply moaning into her arm. Suddenly, she reached up and grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands, and arched her back. She cried out and leaned back so far I nearly popped out of her, but I held tightly onto her hips, and pushed my cock as deep into her as I could.

After a minute, she relaxed, leaned back down and moaned deeply. Incredibly turned on, I resumed fucking her now soaking wet pussy with quick, deep thrusts. She reached down between her legs again, but this time lightly took hold of my balls, and started gently rubbing them with each push.

“Oh my god, I just came so hard,” she breathed, looking up and making eye contact with me in the mirror. “Cum for me, come on, I want you to cum inside me…”

With all this encouragement, it wasn’t long before I felt the familiar building sensation deep inside. I groaned and told her I was about to cum, and then my body rocked with an orgasm. I gripped her hips tightly and pumped my cum deep inside her pussy.

For a minute, we just stood there like that, catching our breath, and then she stood up. My cock slipped out of her, and we both laughed. Leaning back against me, she reached her arms back around my head and sighed happily.

Afterwards, we cleaned up and went back to work like nothing had happened. We never spoke about it, and it never happened again, but I think about it every time she walks past my desk — especially when she’s wearing that purple skirt.