Acquiesce

She couldn’t get fired, not after her marriage was destroyed this morning. That photo could ruin what was left of her life. And she didn’t trust that Jacob wouldn’t use it against her if she scorned him, especially as he pulled his cock from his pants.

The thought disgusted her as she watched Jacob stroke himself. He reached out pushing her shirt down her arms. His lips met hers again, his hand snaking around her back to unhook her bra. He broke the kiss pulling back, tossing her bra over his shoulder. “Wow, I’ve got to fuck them,” he said, cupping each boob, his thumb thrumming over her hardening nipples.

Jacob guided Lindsey to the ground, her right knee landed in a puddle. She tried readjusting but before she could find a dry place to kneel he stepped closer, slapping his cock against her tits. He spat in his hand, using it to lube up his member. He guided it through her cleavage, pushing her breasts together with his hands.

“Make it quick,” she requested.

“No worries there, I won’t last long this time.” Lindsey’s gut twisted at the words, the implication of a next time. “Spit on it,” he moaned, thrusting between her mounds.

She strained her neck looking down, Jacob’s cockhead poking from her cleavage. She gathered a mouthful of spit letting it dribble down to her chest. Her spit pooled around his cock following it into her cleavage as he pulled back.

He grunted as he thrust back and forth. Lindsey stifled a moan as Jacob’s thumb continued to toy with her nipples. “Fuck Lindsey, I’ve waited so long for this.” He groaned, stilling as he slams his hips up, his cockhead poking out from between her tits. The first jet of cum hit the underside of Lindsey’s chin. The following ropes painted across her neck and collar bone, before the final dregs pool in her cleavage.

Jacob shudders as he extracts his dick, “Fuuuuuck, clean me off?” he requested positioning his dick close to her face. His cum coated cock pressed to her lips. She opened taking Jacob into her mouth, sucking the last of his ejaculate from his cock.

He stepped back, tucking his deflating member back into his pants. Lindsey rose to her feet, finding a roll of paper towels on a nearby shelf. “Can you grab my bra?” Lindsey asked while wiping herself clean.

“Um, Lindsey,” he said, grimacing as he leaned over reaching his hand into a dirty mop bucket. He pulled her bra up by a strap, dirty gray water dripping from the article. “It’s completely soaked.”

She groaned, there was no way she’d be putting that back on. Where was her shirt? She looked to where she was kneeling. Her shirt half laid in a puddle, the same that she had felt with her knee, her pant leg soaked as well. “Shit,” she said, picking up the shirt, wringing the wettest parts.

She pulled the shirt on, luckily Alicia offered a replacement but she couldn’t exactly walk through the office topless to get it. She tied it back up, the wet spot unfortunately turning the shirt nearly transparent on her right side. Her nipple on full display.

“Here,” Jacob said. With a paper towel in hand, he slipped his hand into her shirt, cupping her tit. He pulled away leaving the paper towel in place, like a makeshift pasty.

“Thanks,” she said, surprised at how well it covered her up.

“I’ve got an extra shirt down in my car, it’s my workout clothes but probably better than a wet t-shirt contest,” he grinned, “We could go down at lunch, get a bit to eat,” he cupped her ass pulling her in close, “and go for a round two.”

Lindsey’s gut twisted. Alicia had already offered her a shirt. But that would now involve walking into her office with a half soaked shirt and no bra. Perhaps Jacob’s shirt would be the safer option, even if it came with strings attached.