Work alone

Almost an hour into working and no sign of Kevin, I got thirsty and went to get some water. As I filled the cup, I heard some footsteps; Kevin was now up and awake. They closed in behind me as I took a sip, and the source of the footsteps pressed himself to my back and squeezed my tits. I could feel a very familiar cock bare against my panty-clad ass.

"So, how are you feeling?" Kevin asked, casually preventing me from turning around, gently pushing me against the counter and playing with my tits.

"Good, a little sore." I bent over a little more, the sexual energy I had before rapidly coming back to me. All the same, it'd be better if we got back to work sooner rather than later.

"That's what I've heard." He hooked my panties with his thumbs and pulled them down, then guided me to bend over just a little more, using his feet to spread my legs a little further apart. When I was just so, he started rubbing his tip against me, getting it wet.

"Can you seriously not cum inside this time?" I asked, feeling his tip slip into me and letting out a little gasp.

"If I warn you, can I cum on your face and tits?" He pushed deeper in, thrusting in and out and getting deeper and deeper every time.

"Fine, just don't get it in my hair or eyes, alright?" He grunted in response, his cock almost all the way in now. He pulled my shirt up, my tits bouncing freely now as one hand played with them. The other slapped my ass, pulled my hair, and helped him to roughly grab my head and turn it to sloppily kiss him while he hammered my pussy from behind. I only got a single orgasm in before I felt him start to stiffen and his strokes quicken.

"Fuck, fuck, pull out, cum on my tits, don't cum inside!" I said between pants, feeling him pull out. I quickly got on my knees as he stroked his cock with both hands, opening my mouth and using my crossed arms to prop up my tits. The first blast landed right on my tongue and lips, with the rest coating my cheeks, tits, and nose. I considered spitting the stuff in my mouth out, but instead swallowed it, the salty-musky taste and thick texture cemented in my mind. The rest I wiped off with a paper towel; a little had gotten on my shirt, leaving an off-whitish mark.

Kevin bent down and picked up my discarded panties, evaluating them then tossing them in his room.

"Hey, do you mind if we pick this up tomorrow? I'm pretty beat," Kevin said, collecting his pants from the floor where we left them earlier.

"I guess. I got a lot of it done while you were sleeping, so it should only take like an hour with both of us."

"Awesome, just text me before you come by tomorrow. You can have those panties back then, too."

I sighed, pulling my yoga pants up and putting my bra on. I was almost surprised he didn't want to make me go home without a bra, too. I walked out, the sun just touching the horizon as I made my way to my dorm room. I'd be in a real mess if I lived with my boyfriend, but I only stayed at his place every now and again, so he wasn't expecting me back there at least tonight. What to wear tomorrow... Plus, I had my friend's birthday, and we'd even made plans to go to a nicer club in town. I hopped in bed, sending my boyfriend a quick goodnight text and falling asleep.