The View

From: sassy
Date: 1994/7/23
Subject:  the view

Just as I was finishing my last meeting of the day yesterday,
gathering my papers off the marble table in the conference
room on the 36th floor, the sound of sirens wafted up from
the expressway below.  Everyone else had left the room, so
I took a minute to lean over the marble counter and stare
down at the roadway.  There was a horrible wreck of mangled
metal and shattered glass, several cars and a tractor trailer
twisted together.  The traffic was stopped behind the mess,
and the cars on the other side barely moved, rubbernecking.

Suddenly, I heard the door close. I straightened up, but before I
could turn, I felt your arm around my waist, and felt the heat of you
on my back through my dress.  You were already hard, pressed
tightly against my ass.  I started to speak, but you put a finger
on my lips and teased a corner.  I licked your thumb, and you moved
your hand down to unbutton my dress.  Just enough to slip
your hand inside and tease a hard nipple.  I moaned and let my head
fall back against your shoulder.  You bit my neck and ran your
tongue across my skin.

You slipped your hand under my skirt and inside my underwear,
teasing my most sensitive spot.  You pressed a finger inside,
unsurprised at the moisture gathered there.  I was startled
as you lowered my underwear.  I felt like my knees would
buckle, but you tightened your grip and spread my legs to
balance me against the counter.  I panicked when I heard
the rasping sound of your zipper, but before I could form the
words in my mind to stop you, I felt you hot and hard against
my skin, and a low moan was all that escaped my lips.  You
shoved it inside me, and your breathing grew ragged as you
watched yourself slide in and out.  You kneeded the flesh of
my hips as you moved, then reached around me to rub the top
of my slit in time with your strokes.  I was trying to be
quiet, but could not hold in all the gasps of pleasure as
you thrust deeper and deeper inside me, your balls slapping
against me.  You felt the trembling start inside me, and
the clenching around you.  You felt the pulsing, the searing
heat and suddenly lost control, pounding me into the wood
and stone, spurting up inside me over and over.

The only sound was our uneven breathing and the whirring
air conditioning.  You pressed your cheek to my back and
whispered, “What a view…”



One thought on “The View

  1. Max says:

    Wow! Scorching hot…. 🙂

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