Just a Moment

Jimmy’s eyes lit up and an answering grin crossed his face. His gaze went right, then left. The halls were clearing out and none of the staff were in sight.

He pressed me up against the wall and kissed me hard. With one hand he cupped the back of my head while the other drifted down. He pressed his palm against the bare expanse of my mid-section, and I broke my lips from his to encourage him. “Just a little lower. Mmmm, like that.” That was a hand moving down my thigh. I buried my tongue in his mouth as he rubbed my leg.

As my lips slid over his, I brought one hand up to stroke his hair and the other around to grab his ass. Planting my feet firmly, I leaned back against the wall, supporting myself with my shoulders, and turned my knees outward, spreading my thighs.

He leaned into our kiss, his tongue dueling with mine. When I pulled him towards me, he did not resist. I don’t know if Jimmy noticed that he had one leg between mine, but I certainly did. He definitely noticed when I started grinding against him.

He broke our kiss and as I nibbled at his jaw, he whispered, harshly, “Shit. I don’t know why you’re dressing like a whore,” Oh God! I humped his leg even faster. I knew it was true, but I still loved hearing it, “But if you don’t stop this, I’m going to bend you over right here and fuck you like a bitch.”

I stopped sucking on his earlobe to whisper back, “I’m so fucking hot. I need your dick so bad.”

I eased off his leg, and guided his hand up under my skirt. “Surprised?” I asked with a grin as he felt my bare quim, soaked. “Go ahead, stick it in me.” I was panting now as he stroked me. “I’m your whore. I need your cock.” I gasped when he brushed my clit. “Yeaaah! Like that.” I squeezed his ass. It seemed only fair, his other hand was now busy groping my ass.

“Oh you filthy little bitch.” he grunted out, still groping my cunt.

“Yeah. I’m a bitch, a slut, a whore. I need to be dirty. I need a hot load of cum. Make me suck your cock, swallow it.”

Jimmy was barely holding on to my cunt and his sanity. Abruptly he stopped fingering me, pulled back, and took me by the hand.

“C’mon,” he bit out.

He led me down the hall like a shot. As we stepped around the corner, he stopped dead, in front of the restrooms. They were closed for repair work, something about the drains.

“I’ll check, inside.” The door leapt open under his enthusiastic pull, but never had a chance to close before he was back in the hall, a face like thunder. “Shit! Bunch of guys in there with tools and shit.” Fuck. They would have to be there just when I was about to start my work. Professional discourtesy.

I considered going in and lodging a complaint.