A Storage Room

Andy quickly opens the door and ushers the three of you inside, and once he follows, turns to relock the door.

“Right sexy, come he” he beckons to you, an order you have no urge to refuse. You step close to him, and before you can do anything he runs his hands onto your hips and pulls you close. His lips find yours immediately, crushing together, and at the same time he lets his hands slide behind you, closing the gap between your bodies.

You respond instantly to his kiss, your lips parting to allow his eager tongue the access it craves. Your body grinds into him, your breasts firm against his chest and you can feel your nipples stiffen inside your top. His hands on you hold tight and his lower body pushes against you, his excitement evident by the hardness that you feel pushing inside his jeans and against your skirt.

Your hands slide around his shoulders, holding you against him even tighter as your mouths mash together, lips running against each others, tongues fighting inside your mouth.

His hands begin to caress your back, and then lower onto your skirt. Long fingers snake across the outline of your buttocks, feeling their shape inside your tight skirt. Then lower still, past the hem of the skirt, which isn’t that far in this short skirt, fingertips tracing your bare thighs against the hem.

You are so worked up already after watching Karen and Tom’s performance at the table that you know this could be fast and furious, so when Andy grabs the hem of your skirt and pulls it upwards you have no urge to complain at his speed.

The skirt out of the way, his hands go immediately to your soft and bare ass cheeks, fingers cupping them, squeezing them and working them in circles. You feel your thong between your cheeks as they first loosen around it then tighten as he pushes and pulls at your cheeks.

A space appears between your lower bodies as you take the tiniest step backwards, allowing you to reach between you and grab at his belt, struggling to undo it without breaking the ongoing kiss. At last it frees itself, and without a pause you work on the button of his jeans, forcing it open. Fingers go straight to the zip and this comes down in seconds, releasing his hardness from the tight confines.

Your hand takes one stroke along the shape of it in his boxers, but you know you can’t wait for the feel of it, and so with both hands you push at the waist of his jeans and they come down along with boxers, uncovering his bare cock for your attention.

“Fuck I need this” you moan as finally your hand wraps itself around his pulsing shaft…