Sometimes She Lets Me
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Shanna purses her lips. “What do you have back there?” She leans over the counter and shifts her hips, then reaches for my belt.
I grab her wrist and hold it for a moment, surprising her. I bring her hand to the package behind my fly and make her feel my hard-on. She oohs a little, still in character, and lifts her ass onto the counter, swings her legs over it, opens her knees. She grabs my tie and pulls me to her, kissing me hard, running her fingers along the short hairs on the back of my head, wrapping her legs around my waist.
“I want…” I say between kisses, “I want you, I want you to…suck me. Would you do that?”
She nods yes and closes her eyes, just for a second, tips her chin down, and slides off the counter. She kisses me again and, palm flat against my cock, fingers on my fly, she unbuckles my belt, unzips, and pulls out my packing strap-on. Swiftly. Expertly.
She kisses me while she does this, hard; kisses the corner of my mouth, my cheek, my jawline; my neck, next to my collar; and she sinks to her knees.
The tip of my cock touches her lips and it feels tender, sensitive. As though I can feel her, sucking it into her mouth, working her tongue down the shaft. This is the thrill of the borrowed cock, the filling of it, the way it becomes mine. It is hitting my clit perfectly and her mouth, oh, god, her mouth feels exquisite. I want to release into her—want to grab her hair and work her against me, push down her throat.
I hold on to the counter instead. The metal edge cuts into my palm. She works her tongue on the underside of the head of my cock and my hips buck, pelvis tightens. I tip my head back, hips forward.
“God,” I groan, aware that it is what would give this whole thing away, should someone walk in the door. My expressions. I keep one eye toward the door but my eyelids keep closing. God, her mouth feels fantastic.
Shanna looks up at me, eyes wide and shining, cheeks taut, hands on the thighs of my black slacks. I want her, want to fuck her. I look around—where? We can’t have much time, but I already feel close to coming. She sees me glancing around, my stance has changed.
I groan as she sucks me hard, particularly deep, and pull my cock from her mouth. “Wait,” I say, “somewhere…else.” I offer my hand and she takes it, rises off her knees back onto her feet.
I have a perfect sightline into the kitchen, and notice the huge walk-in freezer right behind the doorway. There may be people back there, a line cook, a busser, but they wouldn’t notice us. We could sneak right in. Shanna sees where I’m looking and waits for me to take a step.
Tiptoeing, almost, once I move she follows and we reach the door in a few quick strides. My cock bobs from my fly. I pull on the industrial handle, somewhat thick in my hand and satisfying to grip. I let her go in first.
She turns to face me and brings her shoulders up. “Brr.” The air is cloudy and it burns my throat a little to inhale.
I survey the situation. A few boxes, milk crates, stacked up in the corner, filled with some heavy containers, jars, lidded plastic. Some of the boxes have been peeled open, others are still wrapped and sealed. Shanna’s face reads skepticism.
I sit perched on the edge of the crates and boxes and say, “Come here.”
She frowns a little. “What, here? I’m not sure—”
“Oh, hell yes.” I stand, take a step toward her, reach out and wrap my arm around her waist. She fits well against me this way. Her arms go up around my neck somewhat instinctively.
“But—” she says, a little too sweetly, batting her lashes at me. She has control of every detail.
“Mmmhmm.” I lift her skirt and she gasps at the cold air, it contracts her thighs a little. I take her left knee to the crook of my elbow, and bend my legs to get underneath her, gripping my cock in my fist, sliding inside her slowly but easily. She moans and it is a lovely sound. She’s not holding back, begins working her hips against mine, thrusting and circling in S-curves, figure eights. She hooks her foot behind my back and I bend, balancing the weight of our bodies, taking a few steps backward again to lean against the boxes for support. Perfect. Perfect—my shoulders lean and my hips thrust freely, deeper and a little harder, my cock already so hard and her lips on me, on my neck again; I can see my breath hanging in the air as I exhale, hard, groaning every time she presses against me, and she kisses me, lips full on mine, tongue softly fierce, mouth open, open.
My hands are on her hips, pressing against her hard. I can feel every place our bodies collide, the heat in such stark contrast to the frigid air. She arches her back and presses me deep; I thrust harder and lose myself in the rhythm, hard, and again, again, against her as my muscles contract, face tenses, pelvis thighs ass tense, hard, harder…and then shuddering release, still thrusting and vibrating against her, getting softer, slower, coming down.
I hold on to her and breathe into her neck, her hair, for a moment. We kiss, giggle, weave that sex haze, gather ourselves.
Shanna exits the freezer first and returns to our table, and I follow. I pull my wallet out of my back pocket and the bell on the door jingles, the waitress tosses her cigarette into the street after she’s opened the door, and then turns to see me tossing a few bills onto the table.
I pick my fedora up from the table and set it on my head, run my fingertip over the rim, and slide my wallet back into my pocket. Shanna has one knee on the vinyl booth and takes another mouthful of vanilla milkshake.
“C’mon, doll,” I say, offering my hand. She takes it and the sound of the milkshake glass on the table echoes. “Let’s blow this joint.”
She laughs. I’m being a bit ridiculous. Ah, well, why not? I circle my arm around her waist, wink over my shoulder at the waitress, and we walk out of the diner on the corner.
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