Rendez-vous with Ted

Your heart beats wildly in your chest as you get up from your desk and cross the office. You can't believe you're going to do this. Years of an unhappy marriage are about to be flushed in the Perry Packaging men's room.

Wendy the receptionist is coming out of the women's bathroom, but you duck into a cubicle just in time to avoid her. She is a chatterbox if she gets going. You peek over the side of the cubicle to be sure she is gone, then you realize you aren't alone. Fat, dumpy Paul Lindo, the company's worst sales-man, is frozen in surprise, apparently caught in the middle of eating his lunch. Whatever it is, it smells horrible.

"Hi, Rebecca," he says.

You don't even bother to reply. You can't think of anything other than Ted.

You need him. You step into the weirdly empty men's room - so few stalls - and are greeted by nobody.

"Hello?" your voice echoes from the blue tiles. You walk the length of the sinks, your heels clicking with every step. You lean down and see no feet in the stalls. As you stand up you almost scream with surprise. Ted has appeared directly behind you.

"Hey, babe," he says. "Glad to see you made it."

You don't want to hear him talk, you just want to feel his lips on yours.

You wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, parting your lips and darting your tongue into his mouth. He immediately fences back and you share a lingering, molten kiss between you. Ted's hands reach to the hem of your skirt and he begins cinching it up, over your the tops of your stockings, exposing your bare thighs, your ass and the triangle of fabric covering your mound. He leans back to look at you.

"Let me see those big tits you've been swinging around." He smacks your ass for emphasis. You like the way he is talking to you. The way he is forceful and demanding. You roll your sweater over your head and reveal your lace-

fringed pink bra to him, the c-cups overflowing with your pale ds. He kisses your lips, down to your collarbone and lower, crushing your tits together in his hands and burying his face in your cleavage. You feel his solid shoulders as he drags the cups of your bra beneath your tits. His hands close around your flesh and his kiss finds your sensitive nipples. He licks them and sucks them with urgency.

He lifts his head and presses in to kiss you once more, driving you back until you are against the tile wall. His hand is between your thighs, his fingers finding the moisture saturating the cleft of your mound. He traces it, cinching the damp thong into your lips, stroking your clit.

"You want it," he says. "You need this fucking dick."

"Yesss," you moan, throwing your head back against the bathroom wall.

"Fuck me."

He unbuckles and unzips and his pants fall to his knees. You can feel his hardness against your thigh. It is heavy and warm and it presses against your panties. He lifts your leg beneath the knee and guides himself to you, yanking aside your panties with a finger. The swollen head of his cock finds your moist entrance and he thrusts, parting your velvet lips and filling you with the hot iron of his cock. In your intensely heightened state of arousal he almost makes you cum with that first stroke.

He kisses your neck again and you turn to meet his lips, breath intermin-gling, tongues intertwining as he fucks you with savage passion. The jangle of his belt swaying at his knees and the slap of your colliding flesh echoes in the bathroom. You grab his ass, admiring its firmness, the way it flexes with each stroke as he punishes your pussy with the hot steel of his dick. You pull him deeper and gasp as his hard body presses against you.

You feel yourself tipping over the edge before you're even aware the edge is in sight. You dig your fingers into his cheeks and cry out, "Fffuck!" Your speech is lost to wordless sounds of pleasure as your back arches against the cold wall and your body is caught in the throes of your orgasm. Your shuddering cunt is too much for Ted. With you mid-orgasm, he yanks his hardness from inside you. He releases his hold on your leg and you slump back against the wall.

"Get down on your knees," he groans, "I want to cum on your face."

Panting, still in the midst of your climax, you have only a moment to react to the sight of Ted, dripping cock in hand, stroking himself and urging you to your knees.