Lunchtime

There was a slight knock at the door. Bree opened it without hesitation, expecting his arrival. She was slightly hidden behind the door because her attire wasn’t meant for the outside world to see, just him. He walked in purposely, placing his cell phone on the dresser. Turning around, he took a slight pause: she was wearing tight gray shorts that barely covered her ample ass cheeks and a white wife-beater that did little to contain her 36DD breasts. Everything else was out in the open, skin and all. Bree worked hard on her body, visiting the gym at least three times a week. Pushups, cardio, weight machines, and resistance training was all a part of her routine. Genetics took care of the rest. 

Locking the door, Bree looked him up and down in his uniform, her mouth already salivating at the thought of him. They’d only been together once before, but she knew what he was capable of. They didn’t have much time, which was why she was already down to bare essentials. He was on his lunch break and she wanted to get filled as much as possible, as soon as possible. 

She walked to him, kissing him hard on the mouth. Although they’d only slept together once before, they had made out plenty of times, their tongues dancing together like pubescent teens. She loved the way he kissed her, his lips full of passion and desire. She became wet instantly; he was a kissing maestro.

He fumbled with the pants on his uniform as she sucked on his lips and neck, trying to help him out of his shirt. Time was of the essence. He had to head back to work and she had to go meet her friends for a lunch date. They finally had his clothes off and they stood there for a moment, him in his boxers and she still in her shorts and t-shirt, taking each other in. He licked his lips and pushed her onto the bed. She fell back with an audible giggle. 

After pulling his boxer briefs off, wrestling with her limited attire, and climbing into the bed with her, he began kissing his way up from her belly ring to her luscious breasts to her collarbone, her neck and then finally, her lips. She parted her legs for him, the sweet scent of sex already starting to fill the air. She hadn’t had sex in weeks and, before then, months. As such, entering her was no small feat, especially considering the fact that he was trying to fit nine inches of erect steel inside her. Her core pleaded with him by spreading itself wider and wider still, her labia slowly taking him in.

She was hungry for him, however, and didn’t want slow. Her legs wrapped around his lower back and began to pull him into her. Her legs started the process, but her sex juices finished the job. He was buried inside her, deep to the hilt, and they let out a collective *sigh* as his balls rested against her ass. He slowly began to pull back, his dick slick and wet with her essence. 

“Faster, baby,” she pleaded, “please, faster.” She didn’t have to ask twice. She was ready for him and it was so obvious by the sucking sounds that her pussy made. He picked up the tempo, losing himself inside her. She pulled his head down to her so that she could kiss and suck on his ears. She knew that this drove him crazy. She achieved the desired effect. He began to piston in and out of her, the furious passion driving her crazy. Her pussy was leaking and she could feel it running down her ass. She loved it when she got like this, and she loved it even more that it seemed to turn him on. It definitely turned him on. His ragged breathing and rock hard dick showed that.

He bent down to kiss and suck on her breasts and nipples, something that she enjoyed so very much. Some men seemed a little shy when it came to her breasts, finding them intimidating. He didn’t, though. He relished their pillowy nature. They were more than a few handfuls worth, but her athletic figure made them even more impressive. Plus, he was a breast man, so that worked in her favor.

Bree flexed her pussy muscles, coaxing him to cum. He tried to hold back, but her undulating rhythms made it impossible. Bree grabbed the back of his neck, forcing him to look in her eyes. He winced in pleasure as she pulled him deeper and deeper into her love, her nails lightly raking across his back.

He bent down to kiss her, sucking on her bottom lip as he exploded. Her eyes rolled up to the ceiling, ecstasy flowing through her body like hot lava. Maybe that was passion, maybe it was his cum. Either way, she embraced the feeling as she stroked his ears again. She giggled as he moaned into her breasts. She knew he’d be coming back later for dessert.