Bookstore Bang

" 'You've got me rethinking my stance on older men.' That's what you said to me last time we all went out."

Iris looked at Ray with playful shock, but he maintained his composure. Could she have said something so brazen to him? She knew the answer before she could finish the thought. Iris suddenly felt hyperaware of the closeness of their bodies. What started as a farewell party for a shared coworker had slowly evolved into a private chat between Ray and Iris. They hadn't worked together long, but Iris had been feeling strange twinges throughout her body whenever his dark eyes landed on her. Before she could get too lost in thought, a knee pressed itself into hers.

"Clearly I was past my limit if I was being so blunt with you," Iris replied coyly.

"We even almost kissed," Ray admitted with an off-putting nonchalance.

"Well, I'm glad we didn't...because I would like to remember that."

Iris pressed her leg against Ray's denim-clad one and took a sip from his pint of Guinness. The stolen sip wasn't missed by him because he responded by taking a long sip from the same place her mouth had just been. The air around them buzzed as Iris tried to even out her breath. Ray kept his gaze behind the bar as his hand crept from his knee to hers. The tips of his fingers brushed beneath the hem of her dress and rested there a moment before they continued their careful journey up her thigh. Iris pursed her lips together to stifle a squeal from the tickling sensation inside her thigh. The tips of Ray's fingers traced leisurely along her nether lips and between them; Iris felt herself moisten at his touch. He must have too for his fingers stopped their play and roughly squeezed her upper thigh before he abruptly got off his stool.

"I need a cigarette," Ray whispered hoarse with desire.

Before either one could recount how they'd gotten there, Iris was being pushed into the alley's brick wall by Ray's famished body. He hadn't even put out his half-smoked cigarette before grabbing Iris by the waist and pulling her towards him. It felt so good to be ardently needed that she wanted to go limp like an old-fashioned damsel. To think she had any control over her body's needs anymore almost made Iris laugh aloud because her hands were moving without any prior message from the brain. Her hands ran along his slender and soft back, then split up to cover more territory. His breath was, naturally, hot and so smoky that she felt herself steam as he kissed furiously along her neck. There are going to be marks left for sure, she thought delightedly.

"Can you feel what you're doing to me?" Ray breathed into her ear.

Iris felt him press his firm groin into her and almost went limp again from how long it felt. Just the thought of him inside of her made her dampen again, so she took that as a good sign.

"Let's go back," Iris commanded as she pushed him away.

She led him back to the bookstore, which, thankfully they weren't far from. As soon as the door to the bookstore stockroom clicked shut behind them, their hands were tearing desperately at each other's clothes. Iris clutched at beltloops as she began to undo his belt while Ray swiftly pulled down her tights. Rather than fiddle with shoes, he left them tightly wound around her ankles like a restraint. As Iris went to unbutton the older man's jeans, he dipped two fingers in her cunt and her knees almost gave out from pleasure.

"I want you any way I can have you," he murmured, "but first I must taste you."

She felt his long fingers grope around inside her moist folds and opened her legs as much as she could to encourage more exploration. All too soon he removed them and placed them inside his mouth. Iris watched in heat as he sucked, slowly, on them. He wanted to enjoy her slowly and luxuriously, but her cunt ached with desire. Without thinking, her hands flew to his belt again and undid all that needed undoing. He chuckled in amusement at her clumsiness, but let her survey his lengthy, hard dick once his pants fell to the floor. Time stood still as she took in his extended girth. When she reached a hand out for it, Ray spun her around and gently pressed her over a trolley of boxes.

"You want it?"

All Iris could respond with was a moan and he wasn't even inside her yet.

"You want it right now?" Ray continued softly.

"Yes please," Iris' voice cracked as she begged.

Ray slid all of himself slowly inside of her. She felt some resistance from her body at first, but thankfully her muscles eased around his member with each slow pulse. Once he felt fully welcome inside her, Ray began to thrust more insistently. Iris whimpered from pleasure as he pushed harder and harder against her. When he ran a hand through her thick hair and pulled, she suddenly cried out-

"You still want this?" Ray gasped between faster thrusts.

"You don't know how much," Iris managed to get out between gasps.

"I want to see and hear how much."

In one swift movement, Ray pulled himself out and turned Iris around to face him. Then he grabbed her around her delightfully round ass and lifted to place her on some boxes leaning against the wall. Iris felt flushed beneath his gaze as he peeled back her skirt and reentered her. She needed him now and couldn't wait any longer. Iris pressed herself so close she felt she would meld into his body. She wrapped her arms around him and moved with him as he plunged his hungry member into her over and over with quickening succession. Her clit was on fire and she wished it to never be put out. They were, roughly, in sync when she felt him give a warning pulse inside and set her cunt lips aflame. She began to cry out as he gruffly groaned against her and they both sank in the wall.

After a brief recovery and self-recollection, Ray pulled out-

"Cigarette?"