It was my first time on site overseeing a development. I'd been sent to
keep an eye on things, to make sure everything went to plan, but instead
I’d watched you every day for weeks.Watched a single bead of sweat
trickle down your throat,
imagining what it would be like to catch it with my tongue, to taste the
salt
of your skin, to feel the throb of your pulse in my mouth. I’d stared at
your
hands for what seemed like hours, imagining how your fingers would feel
inside
me. Each day I’d watched as your five o’clock shadow emerged, longing
for its
scrape against my thigh. I’d inhaled the scent of you with every passing
breeze. It had only served to feed my hunger, to keep my desire at a
slow burn.
And then it finally happened.
We were walking back from a late night meeting, passing a flask of whiskey between us, when you stopped suddenly in the middle of the path. We were outside a half-finished building, the midway point of our nightly journey. You looked at me, touched my face, and headed up the walk. When you reached the door you turned and smiled your invitation. I followed.
I stepped across the threshold and saw that you’d already shed you shirt. I dropped mine next to it and followed the trail of your clothes. I found you naked in a roofless room, bathed in a ray of moonlight. I stepped into the shaft of light, so close that my nipples brushed against your chest. They hardened instantly and I felt the familiar rush of moisture that had come to be so synonymous with the sight of you.
My arms slid up and around your neck. In one fluid movement, you picked me up and crossed the room. My legs were wrapped around your waist, my back against the freshly hung sheet rock. You pinned me against the wall with your hips, cupping my breasts with your hands, bringing them to your mouth. Your thumbs, calloused from work, stroked my nipples, rasping against them, sending shock waves across my belly and down to my clit. You took my nipple between your teeth and bit down. I bit my lip. As you licked and sucked, I could feel you cock begin to grow hard against me. My hips shifted, leaving you no doubt as to what I wanted. The tip of your cock nudged against my lips.
You looked up from my breasts, and seeing the wanting in my eyes, wrapped your arms around my hips, walked to the center of the room, and laid me down on the painter’s tarp. My skin was streaked with moonlight and you cast a shadow across my chest as you knelt between my legs.
You trailed you fingertips down my belly and back up, slowly tracing a line between my breasts, ending with your hand wrapped lightly around my throat. Testing the waters. I placed my hand gently on your arm, slid it up and over your wrist, until my it was on top of yours, increasing the pressure. I looked at you through half closed eyes filled with desire and took a slow, shaky breath.
Your free hand found its way between my legs, parted my lips and delved briefly into my wetness. You lifted your fingers to your mouth, tasting me, your eyes blazed. You kissed me, hard and fast. You tasted of whiskey and pussy. Your fingers plunged into me. My hips rose to meet them. I so wanted to be filled. You ravaged my mouth with yours, one hand still gripping my throat, while your fingers fucked me mercilessly. I bucked against your hand, grinding your palm into my clit. My orgasm built and built, until it burst forth from me in a streaming gush of wet. You let go of my neck, knelt down and licked up every last drop.
I looked down the slope of my body and straight into your eyes. They were ravenous.
You flipped me over, pressing me down onto my stomach, and with your weight anchoring me, slipped your cock inside me. The fit was so tight. You slid in and out, coating your cock in my juices. Opening me. Filling me. With one, swift thrust you were buried to the hilt, every inch inside, a perfect fit.
You lifted my ass into the air, my chest still pressed against the tarp, and began to fuck me in earnest. You held nothing back. Your cock pounded into me so deeply that I thought I might split in half. Your hips bounced off my ass. Your balls slapped against my lips. I cried out, over and over again, you felt so fucking good. I was so close. We were both so close. You slipped the tip of your thumb into my ass, making my pussy even tighter, causing me to grip you even harder. My orgasm crashed around me, blurring the edges of my vision. My pussy clamping down on your cock, stroking it, milking it until you came deep inside of me.
We lay there afterwards, panting, a tangle of trembling limbs in the moonlight.
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And then it finally happened.
We were walking back from a late night meeting, passing a flask of whiskey between us, when you stopped suddenly in the middle of the path. We were outside a half-finished building, the midway point of our nightly journey. You looked at me, touched my face, and headed up the walk. When you reached the door you turned and smiled your invitation. I followed.
I stepped across the threshold and saw that you’d already shed you shirt. I dropped mine next to it and followed the trail of your clothes. I found you naked in a roofless room, bathed in a ray of moonlight. I stepped into the shaft of light, so close that my nipples brushed against your chest. They hardened instantly and I felt the familiar rush of moisture that had come to be so synonymous with the sight of you.
My arms slid up and around your neck. In one fluid movement, you picked me up and crossed the room. My legs were wrapped around your waist, my back against the freshly hung sheet rock. You pinned me against the wall with your hips, cupping my breasts with your hands, bringing them to your mouth. Your thumbs, calloused from work, stroked my nipples, rasping against them, sending shock waves across my belly and down to my clit. You took my nipple between your teeth and bit down. I bit my lip. As you licked and sucked, I could feel you cock begin to grow hard against me. My hips shifted, leaving you no doubt as to what I wanted. The tip of your cock nudged against my lips.
You looked up from my breasts, and seeing the wanting in my eyes, wrapped your arms around my hips, walked to the center of the room, and laid me down on the painter’s tarp. My skin was streaked with moonlight and you cast a shadow across my chest as you knelt between my legs.
You trailed you fingertips down my belly and back up, slowly tracing a line between my breasts, ending with your hand wrapped lightly around my throat. Testing the waters. I placed my hand gently on your arm, slid it up and over your wrist, until my it was on top of yours, increasing the pressure. I looked at you through half closed eyes filled with desire and took a slow, shaky breath.
Your free hand found its way between my legs, parted my lips and delved briefly into my wetness. You lifted your fingers to your mouth, tasting me, your eyes blazed. You kissed me, hard and fast. You tasted of whiskey and pussy. Your fingers plunged into me. My hips rose to meet them. I so wanted to be filled. You ravaged my mouth with yours, one hand still gripping my throat, while your fingers fucked me mercilessly. I bucked against your hand, grinding your palm into my clit. My orgasm built and built, until it burst forth from me in a streaming gush of wet. You let go of my neck, knelt down and licked up every last drop.
I looked down the slope of my body and straight into your eyes. They were ravenous.
You flipped me over, pressing me down onto my stomach, and with your weight anchoring me, slipped your cock inside me. The fit was so tight. You slid in and out, coating your cock in my juices. Opening me. Filling me. With one, swift thrust you were buried to the hilt, every inch inside, a perfect fit.
You lifted my ass into the air, my chest still pressed against the tarp, and began to fuck me in earnest. You held nothing back. Your cock pounded into me so deeply that I thought I might split in half. Your hips bounced off my ass. Your balls slapped against my lips. I cried out, over and over again, you felt so fucking good. I was so close. We were both so close. You slipped the tip of your thumb into my ass, making my pussy even tighter, causing me to grip you even harder. My orgasm crashed around me, blurring the edges of my vision. My pussy clamping down on your cock, stroking it, milking it until you came deep inside of me.
We lay there afterwards, panting, a tangle of trembling limbs in the moonlight.
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