Why do you always have to be the responsible one?

You look back over your shoulder and see Cassie snoring softly and curled against her comatose brother. You turn back to writer and give him a mischievous smile. You take his hand and hop down from the checkout conveyor.

"Come on," you whisper, tugging on his hand.

The whispering is probably not even needed with the steady drum of rain to conceal the sound of voices.

"Where are we going?" He whispers back.

"The cashier's office," you say.

You drag him towards the enclosed area with a counter for people to cash checks. Now it's just a place with a little privacy and a lot of free cigarettes.

You close the wooden half-door behind you and you pull Ritter down to the floor. You throw your arms around him and smother his thin lips with your soft kiss. He pulls you to him and rolls you onto your back. Your mouths open to one another and your tongues explore the warm wet passion of your kiss.

Ritters callused hand feels rough as it touches the flesh of your belly. He slides his hand under your tank top as you kiss. His fingers find the silky cup of your bra and drag it beneath your full breast. He plays with your nipple as it hardens against his fingers.

Something else is hardening. You can feel it prodding your thigh. You slide your hand down and flatten your hand against the bulging crotch of Ritter's jeans. You fumble with the button for a moment and then he pulls his lips away from yours and pauses for a moment to unfasten his jeans and slide them down. You take the opportunity as well, kicking off your boots and sliding out of your cargo pants. Your pussy is aching for his dick and you almost shake with excitement at the sight of his hard cock.

Ritter kneels between your leg, looking down at you. You shrug out of your army jacket and pull off your tank top. You're down to your bra and panties, one breast already roughly exposed by Ritter's groping. He strokes himself as he watches you squirm on your back, unbuckling your bra first and then sliding out of your cotton panties.

"You're beautiful," Ritter says.

You reach up and wrap your fingers around his shaft. He leans over you, positioning himself at your slippery slit. You can feel the heat of his breath on your cheek. Smell his sweat. You guide him to you and you both gasp as his cock slides easily into your well-lubricated pussy.

It's hot and awkward. You slide around on the floor of the cashier's office, your butt hurts from the tile and he grunt and complains of knee pain. It doesn't matter. He doesn't last long and neither do you. You arch your back beneath him and he lowers his mouth to suck on your nipples as you cum. Your pussy grips him, strokes him, and he explodes inside you. His hot semen pours out into your cunt, slurps and sloshes out around his cock and oozes down to your pink anus.

He collapses atop you and you kiss. Feverish and sweaty. His prick slowly softening in the creamy tunnel of your cunt.

You hear a sound beneath the roar of the rain and the crack of thunder. It's a muffled thump, a sound almost like someone having a bad dream. It doesn't immediately raise alarms and you can barely hear it over the rain.

You squeeze Ritter's cock with your inner muscles.

"Give me a minute," he says, still slightly breathless.

"For what?" You smile up at him.

"To recover," he sighs, "before we go again."

You hear that sound again, but now you can feel Ritter stirring inside your cum-filled pussy. Not hard yet, but soon...