See the fifth outfit!

"Jake, there's one more outfit I want to try on. What time is it?"

Jake looked at the digital clock on the wall. "5:20. We have fifteen minutes. Unless anyone arrives early to the very specific meeting at 5:35." He laughed.

"Okay, that should be fine. No funny business!" Abbie scolded him.

Roughly, Abbie pulled off the blue dress. She was completely naked underneath, having shed her bra and panties during previous try-on sessions. Jake stared openly. She caught his eye, and repeated, "I said no funny business!"

"What's funny about looking? I'm just looking."

Abbie looked back sternly. "I'm watching you."

"No, honey. I'm watching YOU," Jake said, with a mock serious tone. Abbie laughed.

"Okay, now I'm feeling awkward. Is it weird to be naked and not having sex? I feel like you're having sex in your brain right now, and I'm just standing here."

Jake nodded. "Sounds about right."

Abbie sighed. "I'm putting on the last outfit. This is semi-casual in case there's like a picnic or something." She rummaged around and found a long purple peasant skirt and a tight, crop-top white halter. She pulled on the skirt, which fell to mid-calf. The halter was perhaps a size too small, and Abbie knew it. It barely covered her breasts, and between the string straps at the top and her fully exposed stomach, Jake was elated.

"I'm going to vote a big yes for this look. But I'm concerned about how much of you will show if you, say, stretch your arms into the air. Will you please stretch your arms into the air?"

Abbie smiled, and reached straight up. The halter rose, and the undersides of her breasts became visible.

"Ah, no, I can actually see a lot of your breasts. I was concerned it wouldn't be enough."

She quickly dropped her arms. The material of the halter stayed bunched up a bit, and with her arms lowered, the undersides of her breasts became more pronounced. "Very funny."

Jake smirked. "The skirt is really cute -- and even cuter, because I know what you're wearing underneath it."

Abbie sashayed over to Jake. "Oh you do?"

"Yeah, I was here two minutes ago." Abbie lightly and playfully slapped his cheek. "Hey," said Jake. "I thought you said no funny business."

He put his arms around her, and held her ass in his hands. He felt around to confirm what he knew, that she had no underwear on. He fingered the crack of her ass, and tucked his hand underneath her to get closer to her pussy.

"Do you think you might change your mind about the funny business?" he asked.

"Mmm ... I could be persuaded." Abbie breathed deeply. Jake brought one hand to her front, and placed his palm on her stomach. She was warm and smooth.

He looked at the clock. 5:28. "What would you do if you had seven minutes of freedom?" he asked.

"Oh, good question." He slid his hand under the base of her halter, and groped her left breast. She shuddered as he squeezed her nipple. She bit her lip. "I would probably do something I really, really enjoyed, make the most of the seven minutes."

The clock flicked over to 5:29. "Six minutes," said Jake.

Abbie sat on the edge of the conference table, and pulled at the sides of her skirt, hoisting them up to her knees. Jake continued fondling her breasts. "If I only had six minutes, I might move a little faster," she said, grabbing the front of his shirt and pulling it toward her.

"Could you help expedite things?" he said. Abbie unlatched his belt, unsnapped and unzipped his pants, and pulled them down to mid-thigh. She groped at his penis through his underwear, squeezing and pinching it. Jake maintained his attention on her breasts, and began to also kiss her neck. She could feel his cock tightening in her hands. She reached one hand into his underwear, and grabbed hold of his dick, release it from its confines.

5:30. Jake glanced at the door, but there was no movement there. He reached for the edges of Abbie's skirt, and pushed them up further, exposing her pussy. He pushed her down on her back on the table, and aimed his cock toward her cunt. Abbie leaned back up, spit into her hands, and swirled her palms around the head of Jake's stiff cock. He placed the tip on the edge of her hole, teased for just a moment, and then thrust in.

Abbie fell backward onto the table as Jake fucked her. She had one leg up on the table and one dangling to the floor. Jake, with his pants around his knees, pounded back and forth into Abbie. He stroked the one leg that was on the table, admiring the strength of her legs, which were still so thin and smooth. With his other hand, he grabbed at her breasts, squeezing, pinching her nipples.

5:31. Jake adjusted his angle slightly, and pumped harder into her, holding at the hilt each time. She could feel him at the back of her vagina, feel the end of his cock hitting her on the inside, hitting again and again with each thrust.

5:32. Abbie turned her head, and thought she saw something. "Jake, I think there are footsteps outside." Jake looked. He wasn't sure, but maybe there was a little more action in the hallway? They continued fucking, more fervently, and Jake could feel himself welling up to a climax.

5:33. "I hear voices," said Abbie. "I think they're out there waiting for us to leave. We have to finish!"

"I will," said Jake. He knew he was close. It was a matter of when. How long could he wait? "I don't think I'm going to have much choice here, I'm going to have to come inside you. Is that okay?"

Abbie nodded. "Yes, yes. Oh god, please come inside me. Please ... I need to feel you explode ... fill me with your hot juice, fill me up!"

Jake slammed into her. Hard. He could feel her body throbbing with each push.

5:34. There was no holding back any further. Jake gave one more thrust, and his orgasm took over. He erupted into her. She could feel his cock bursting, and the warmth of his semen inside her. She smiled. "More," she whispered. "More, and more, and more."

Jake convulsed a few times, continuing to burst forth. His climax soon subsided, and they knew that there was no afterglow today. Jake squeezed the last drops of come from his cock as he slid out of her pussy. She took a moment on the table, but soon stood up, and rushed to throw all her remaining clothes into the garment bags.

The room reeked of sex. They might be able to take their clothes with them, but the aroma would remain. Jake pulled his pants back up, tucked everything away, and looked almost presentable enough for work. Abbie was barefoot, but as the purple skirt fell back down around her legs, she was at least covered up. They both scooped up clothes, shoes, underwear, and whatever else they had, and stepped toward the door.

At that moment, the door opened from the other side. Lawrence was back. He looked at the clock, which read 5:35.

"Have a great day, Lawrence." Lawrence sniffed, and furrowed his brow, barely wondering what might have been going on, but not really thinking it through.

Abbie and Jake scooted past him, then past the dozen other people waiting outside the conference room.