by Toni Mozzie
He caressed the inside of her thighs with his hands, squeezing her silky flesh gently as if to say: this is mine.
“You smell delicious,” he whispered.
She stared down at him but was finding it hard to focus.
“I want to taste your pussy,” he murmured.
“I’m wet,” she moaned.
He swallowed hard and then gently touched her clit with his tongue before licking it like a sweet little Hot Tamale. Then she felt his tongue pull apart her pussy lips before caressing the opening to her pussy, her wetness mixing with his saliva, which felt thick and warm.
When his tongue returned to her clit, it flickered in rapid succession in short bursts that sent ripples of pleasure through her body, and her toes curled. His moist tongue pressed against her clit, rolled over it and then pressed against it. Soon they had their very own idiosyncratic rhythm. When his tongue washed over her clit, her ass lifted slightly.
She felt like she was racing down the runway for take off. He sensed her growing pleasure and slowed down, savoring the taste of her juices. He took a pussy lip into his mouth and kissed it like he was kissing her mouth.
“Fuck, your pussy tastes as sweet as peaches, babe.” He sounded like he was eating peaches, too, slurping her juices up, devouring her, his quivering tongue hungrily diving deeper inside her, before caressing and pecking at her pussy lips.
“I want more,” he whispered.
So did she.
She felt his tongue exploring, moving down, until it was swirling around her anus. She’d never been rimmed before and the light thrill spread through her like when a feather tickles a sensitive spot of the body causing it to tremble all over. The cool tip of his tongue on her asshole was soothing.
Feeling his saliva dripping from her ass, Ginny moaned in delight, and stroked his hair, before gently grabbing hold of it to urge his mouth to engulf her clit and his tongue to plunge deeper inside her. His tongue obeyed.
She wanted penetration, and she sensed that he knew this but was intentionally withholding. Instead, his tongue flattened out like he was licking an ice-cream cone and smothered her pussy, his salvia dripping off her and dripping into the toilet bowl. He sucked on each pussy lip again, tilting his head one way and then the other.
It drove Ginny nuts; she moaned and slowly twisted her pelvis to match his tongue’s caresses, her hands now gripping his hair, urging his head into her.
Suddenly his lips pounced on her clit and sucked it into his soft, warm, moist mouth. His suddenness made her gasp. He sucked forcefully, his tongue swirling around her button, then she felt him sucking it, pulling her into him. She could sense his greed, his hunger, his frustrated desire to consume her, to suck her dry.
Ginny’s head tilted back. Her breathing grew heavy as this man’s tongue took control of her clit, as if it belonged in his mouth, cradled in his tongue.
She was close to coming, when the janitor released her clit. For a moment there was nothing and she tilted her head forward and attempted to focus. He was in his own little world, admiring her pussy for a moment before he leaned back in.
She tilted her head back again. Suddenly, electric sparks exploded all over her body, as something rough rubbed her clit. She looked back down. He was slowly rubbing his wet stubbled chin over her pussy, up and down. The pleasure was so overwhelming that she almost forgot to breathe. The day-old stubble prickled her clit yet so gently, the sensation pushed her to the edge, that feeling one has at the moment of letting go from a great height.
Without warning, his tongue drove into her pussy, curling slightly to lap up her juices.
Her body reacted instantly, her back arched like a cat poised. Now both her hands gripped his hair tightly in a desperate effort to have him as deeply inside her as possible. She could feel his heavy breathing on her clit, before his tongue swept up the length of her pussy, finding her clit and engulfing it, sucking it into his mouth.
The crushing waves of pleasure washed over her hard and fast like the waves crashing on a stormy beach. When she came, her entire body trembled, her eyelids fluttered, eyes quivering to the back of her eye sockets.
The janitor slurped and sucked. “Mm, I could suck on this pussy for hours, babe,” he mumbled before his tongue plunged back into her.
It was then she realized he’d never cleaned her with the tissue before putting his mouth on her. It was dirty. It was hot, and she didn’t want to let him go.
When she realized where she was and what had just happened, she looked down at the janitor between her legs.
The janitor grinned. “You really got into that.”
Ginny swallowed and cleared her throat. “That was…” She didn’t know how to finish. Did she need to say anything?
He got up and left the stall. He returned wiping his mouth with toilet paper, handing her the roll.
Ginny, legs still spread, was still feeling warm all over and was unsure if she was finished or what to do next. Should she wait for him to leave or say something? Should she leave with him? Should she say something like, “Hey, thanks for the memories,” and split?
“You better hurry up,” she heard him say. “The doors will be locked in a few minutes.”
“What about you?”
“Me? I work here. I’ll be fine.”
“Okay,” she said mechanically.
“So, anyway, it was nice to meet you,” he said. She could hear him putting on a pair of rubber gloves.
She shook her head to clear the fog and got it in gear. She wiped herself quickly, pulled her panties up, and lowered her skirt. She felt the stirrings of another pee, but put it to the back of her mind. She would be home in fifteen minutes. She’d get a taxi if the bus took too long.
She stepped out of the stall and looked questioningly at the janitor as if she was in need of an explanation, but he had his back to her as he organized supplies on his cart. He was listening to music on headphones and nodding his head to a steady beat.
Ginny washed her hands and grabbed her bag. She walked past him and out the door. But she just couldn’t walk away. She turned around to look at him once more and was half expecting to see no one. But he was still there. She stared at him. He looked up, smiled, and winked at her.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said.
He removed an earbud and asked, “What?”
She repeated herself.
“Isn’t it better that way?”
Slowly a devilish grin spread across Ginny’s face. It was.
What they had done was so outlandish that no one who knew her would believe it had happened. She barely believed it had happened, and even though it had only just happened, she felt the experience fading, that each second passing, felt like a year had passed, like a dream fading after waking up.
As she walked toward the exit, her footsteps, echoing with hollow pride, brought her back to reality. She debated calling Laura now or wait until morning. It was the dirtiest thing she’d ever done. It made her feel alive. Laura would love it.
Once she was home, she had a shower and then curled up in bed with her phone. It was late, but she knew Laura wouldn’t mind a text about her encounter. But then it occurred to her that perhaps it wasn’t so wise to say anything to Laura or at least not until they next met. They weren’t so close anymore that Ginny could to go all teenage giggly. Besides, as soon as Ginny did tell Laura, her friend would be taking the subway to come and visit Ginny every night.
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Toni Mozzie has been writing mystery, romance and erotica for over twenty years under various pen names while traveling to exotic locations such as Thailand, Vietnam, South Korea, Italy, Hungry, Romania, and Brazil. Learn more at: https://tonimozzie.blogspot.ca
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