Lana hadn't been sleeping well, and she was so tired, so impossibly exhausted that she hadn't even bothered to put on a great deal of makeup this morning. She'd just crawled out of bed, thrown on a short black skirt and purple blouse, adding a pair of 2" black heels to give her a height of 5'7", and combed through her jet black hair. She'd outlined her eyes with black kohl eyeliner, added a dash of lavender shadow, and a touch of dark mascara to bring out her eyes. Then she'd headed off to work.
Now, she sat across from Gabe, almost regretting her lack of enthusiasm for her appearance this morning. They'd been friends for nearly a year, coworkers for longer, and Lana had lusted after him for a long time. His tall, thin, toned frame stretched to 6'4", and he knew how to highlight his muscle tone with the clothes he wore. He was a serious runner, and he had his pants tailored to fit his slim hips and muscular thighs. Today, he wore charcoal slacks with shiny black dress shoes and a sapphire blue silk button down that showed the breadth of his shoulders to full advantage. It served to accent his bright blue eyes in the tanned frame of his angular face, and his dark blonde hair was perfectly gelled into careful waves that framed his face.
If she'd known he was going to come over for a drink right after work, she would have tried harder to look good. He'd come over before, but only as part of a group. This was the first time they'd ever been alone in private, and it was too bad that he was looking for comfort over a fresh breakup. She wanted to give him so much more than comfort that it was difficult to concentrate on sympathizing.
She tried to smile at him encouragingly and patted his knee as they sat at her kitchen table, sipping on the whiskey she kept in her liquor cabinet. "I'm sorry, Gabe, is there anything I can do to help?"
Gabe's eyes were sad, and it only served to make his overall look more appealing. She was thinking of things she could do with her mouth, places on him where she could do it, to take away that sad look. "I'm grateful to you for just listening."
She nodded, not knowing what to say, and to try to keep her hands busy, she stood and moved toward the coffee pot. She needed coffee with her alcohol, or she'd be drunk on her ass early in the evening. As she toiled with the grounds and the filter, she said, "You know, Gabe, I don't understand why Regina would have dumped you. I mean, you're gorgeous, sensitive, and still masculine. You have a great career, great style, an outgoing and fun personality. You have the whole package."
As she finished her statement, she heard a sound, but before she could turn around, Gabe was right behind her, a warm presence close enough to her back that if he'd taken a deep breath, they would have been touching. "Do you really think so?" His voice was low, quiet, sensual, and Lana felt things low in her body tense and twist in response. Her breathing picked up, as did her heart rate, and she struggled to respond, her voice airy.
"Yes, I definitely think so."
"Hmmm," he responded, and his hands were on her hips, resting there lightly, but his own hips pressed into the small of her back, and she could feel that he was getting hard. His cock wasn't fully erect yet, but it was already huge. She had images of what it would be at full mast, and the thought made her mouth go dry. "I'm glad to hear that," he told her. "You know, I feel exactly the same way about you. I've watched you for months, those perky tits straining against your blouse, that tight ass taunting me." As if to emphasize his point, his hands slipped over her ass, squeezing gently, massaging, and she felt his dick growing larger, harder, and her own pussy began to feel moist. "And all I could think about was getting inside of you, fucking you, tasting your pussy."
Lana closed her eyes, feeling dizzy with enthusiasm and anticipation. She started to turn around, but Gabe grabbed her hips firmly and held her in place. She twisted her head around to look over her shoulder, and his chin came forward, his mouth closing over hers in a bruising kiss, his tongue large and thick, fucking her mouth with vigor.
Lana pulled away, breathless, just enough to look into his face, inches away. His eyes were unfocused with passion, and her eyelashes fluttered with her own desire as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I've wanted you to fuck me since the day we met."
Gabe's lips twisted into a smirk, and he laughed, a low knowing growl that promised sex and sensuality. "Well, it would be a shame not to give you what you've wanted for so long." His hands slid down her hips to the edge of her skirt, lifting it until the material was wrapped around her waist and her black lace panties were fully exposed. He slapped her ass once, drawing a little whimper from between her lips, and then his hand slid between her legs, forcing them a little further apart as his fingers caressed over the lace of her panties. "Your pussy's already wet," he commented.
"Yes," she said, a breathless whisper as she wiggled under his touch. He reached his other hand down, using it to pull her panties to the side, and his fingers slipped inside her moist cunt, three of them teasing and playing in and out, making her gasp and her hips buck in response. "Oh, god," she moaned. "Gabe..." She couldn't seem to form a sentence, but his name came out almost as a plea.
