She fucked his hand hard, pushing her ass back against him, feeling him grow even harder. He did as she wished, then slipped his finger into her pussy and felt her wetness on his hand. She turned to face the door, guiding his hand into the waistband of her black tights, encouraging him to pull them down to her thighs. He leaned against her, thinking how badly he wanted to feel her, to fuck her. She unzipped his pants and took out his cock, rubbing her thumb in slow circles around its tip. He was hard, harder than she expected, and his fingers found their way inside of her shirt to pull on her nipple. His mouth met hers, their tongues touching, and she reached out to feel his cock inside his pants. She moaned against her will, and felt her pussy tighten. He pushed her back against the wooden door, one hand on her chest, cupping her breast. She went down the stairs first, her heart hammering a staccato beat in her chest as it began to rain. He guided her to the left, where a small staircase led down to a garden level apartment. In the alley, he dropped the cigarette to the ground, and put his hand again on the small of her back. But she followed him anyway, curious about where he was leading her. The sky was threatening rain, and neither of them had an umbrella or a nearby awning to duck under. She passed him her cigarette and wondered what shortcut meant, exactly. "Shortcut," he said, "and can I have a drag of that?" He placed his hand on the small of her back as they crossed the street, and then veered down an alley dominated by brick. Good breeding, good clothes, she thought, feeling the wetness again and wondering where the hell it was coming from. "Yes, please, get me the hell out of here," Tess smiled back, anxious to get outside and smoke, get away from the building, get him alone, finally.Īs they walked down the street, David changed places with her immediately so that he walked nearest to the street. "Want to get some coffee?" he asked, grinning at her frustration. She threw her papers down on the counter, pushed her auburn hair behind her ear, and looked at him. Tess was cursing at the copier, David frowning at the coffee pot. Three months later, they met in the copy room. The inner Tess, who had taken in his feigned innocence and his subtle glance at her breasts, said "Who gives a shit?" But she had done nothing to encourage him. She had crossed her legs defiantly, noticing the ring on his left hand. She had shifted in her chair, amazed at the gathering wetness between her legs. The feeling of his hand sent tingles into her belly, tendrils of warmth into her limbs. He merely took it in his own, applied gentle pressure, and released it. He didn't shake it hard, or grind her knuckles against one another. David, newly hired in her company, had leaned across her desk casually, his perfect white cuff showing from his jacket sleeve, to clasp her hand in his own. The first time Tess shook his hand, she knew that eventually they would fuck.
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