I backed her up until we were against the edge of the table. She reached behind and moved the coffee cups to the side and bent back over the table until she was kind of sitting on it… legs on the floor, pussy spread and her back on the table.
I steadied myself while I lifted her legs slightly to get a better angle. Her ass came up so I could see into the moist folds of her pussy.
I put her legs over my shoulders and edged forward, holding my dripping cock to make contact. Oooh. Did that ever feel good as her pussy folded around my head flare.
“Don’t push yet. Let me get used to it.”
I obliged. Then she wiggled her hips as a pushed forward. My dick went into her inch by inch allowing me to feel the cunt walls closing around me. What heaven.
Then we began the actual fucking. We’d been teasing each other for so long that I had to build up things so I could get off. She helped a lot too, by tightening her cunt muscles around my dick. They caught against my cock rim and prevented me from dropping out.
Back and forth we went. I could smell the coffee faintly, but her pussy odor and my sweat was ever more powerful.
She went, “Ahhh… ahhhh… ahhh,” with each stroke. I tightened my belly and really dug in then. The fire was growing at my tip… faster and faster. Her back must have been wet because if squeaked on the table. Her hair had fallen off the edge and was flopping from side to side. I looked at her face… it was pure angel.
Tighter and faster.
The explosion began in my nuts, traveled like a explosion up my tube and shooting out the end, spraying the walls of her cunt with my juices. Shot after thick shot rocketed up into her. She began to tremble too so I knew she was getting off again. One last jam forward. I stayed still, feeling the pressure of her legs on my shoulders. That was it.
I pulled out, found my shorts and wiped myself clean. She zipped my robe up. I watched her climb back into her clothes.
We were still talking when Mr. Crocket came down from his nap.
“Nice to see you two together. Did you have a good time while I napped?”
“Just fine, Grandpa.”
“I better get going. I have a 4 o’clock.”
Chapter 13
As told by Rita, box office girl I was waiting for Snake. I met him when I took the computer up to Instructional Technology Services to have it repaired. Everybody else was on lunch break. As a minimum wage student employee, he didn’t get a lunch break. Snake was working his way through an electronics major and considered the work experience valuable. I considered him cute in the extreme.
He looked like he should be on a horse with a falcon perched on his arm or something like that. Very nice and princely appearing with glossy black hair, somewhat unkempt, as if he’d just come off the field of battle.
The guy was wearing a T-shirt which showed the shadows of a series of tattoos.
Said he and the frat brothers had gotten drunk one night, went up to the twin cities and had the tattoos made.
His mother was mad, but girls thought they were kind of interesting. We kind of hinted around, you know how you do when you’re interested in a guy but don’t want to be too obvious. I had dreams of making it with him on the bed up on the set.
It’s been three days and the computer’s still not back. I’ve been having to hand write tickets in the box office. And, with Romeo and Juliet opening in a few days, that means a lot of works and cranky patrons.
I got a call from Snake, actually, Arthur saying he’d bring the computer back after work today… would I be in the box office? I’m sure I sounded breathless when I said I would be. Hope he doesn’t get the wrong idea… or maybe the right idea cause I really like him. I’ve had several nights thinking about him and dreaming what he might look like naked. My tits got all hard and my pussy runny just thinking about snake. We kidded that time that he would show me his snake if he got the chance. I wonder if it’s a tattoo or something else? I’m game for either. I bet he has a hairy chest too. All glossy black.
The box, office closes at five and reopens at 8 on performance nights. I’d put the phone on the answering machine telling the patrons to call back during regular business hours and was doing my Modern American History, all about corruption and dirty deeds in high places, when I heard something bump the box office door.
I opened it a crack. And there was my knight, without the falcon, but dressed in a shiny leather jacket with chrome studs around the wrists. He was standing, a big smile on his face, pressed against the blue metal cart that had the computer on it.
“Delivery man, Mam. May I come in?”
We were both grinning like it was important. As I opened the door I said, “It’s after five. We close. But we need that machine.”
He pushed the cart past me so I could watched his legs and ass~ work as he maneuvered the cart into position where the wires dangled out of. the ticket printing machine. His buns were so tight in the jeans that I swore I could see his ass crack.
I watched him work. Snake has a lithe body which moves with grace. He plugged the various cables into the machine and turned on the power switch.
I stood so close behind him that I could smell the leather on his jacket, the after shave (very spicy) on his cheeks and a little sweat from a hard day’s work.
He touched a couple of keys. I played with the buttons on my cardigan style blazer… the mauve fabric very soft between my fingers, the button as hard as a rock… or cock. I was thinking dirty again. My nipples were beginning to itch.
He stood up and faced me, pointing to the screen which showed all the right numbers. “See, we’re wonderful.”
I was so delighted not to have to write tickets out any more that I kissed him on the cheek, brushing my lips over the dark ring beard that surrounded his lips. The lips looked the same color as raspberries. Naturally, I wondered how they would taste.
He said, “Whoa, what’s the excitement. Am I so sexy you can’t resist me?”
I backed off a little, but just a little. “Something like that. I guess I’m just glad the machine’s back.”
He looked disappointed. “Aw, I thought it was me.”
“Well… I guess it is. I’ve thought about you a lot.”
“Me too.”
“Egotist.”
He laughed. “I mean, I’ve through about you a lot too. Nice outfit. You look very business like. He touched the edge of the jacket. “And soft too. Like you.”
I blushed. I’m kind of caramel colored, so I’m sure it showed.
He leaned his butt against the blue cart, crossed one leg over the other and said, “Everybody gone for the day?”
“The grind begins tomorrow. I have the 1–5 shift. Us working girls.”
“And boys?” He did a slow unzip of his jacket. I could see the powder blue knit shirt stretched across his chest and the shadows of the tattoos under that, they were a darker blue with flashes of-red.
To hide my confusion, I said, “Do they treat you pretty good up at the shop?”
“I’m good so the put up with me. Sometimes they call me a snake in the grass.”
“You never did explain that nickname.”
He blushed this time, his lips turning even more raspberry. “Name the guys in gym class gave me back in high
