Suddenly the difference in age was a moot point. He was a man, and she a woman, and that’s all that mattered. She was whimpering and moaning, unaware of how loud she was, but he wasn’t. He opened the men’s room door and led her inside, so attention wasn’t drawn to them. The men in the yellow jumpsuits were still in the shelter across the way.
The room was dirty and smelled of urine. “I don’t want to be in here Paul. I’m afraid someone will come in and see us here. We don’t need to be arrested.”
Lightening charged the air and thunder rolled in the distance.
“There’s a storm outside. No one is going to come in here. Emily, I want you. I want you so badly I can hardly stand it.”
He walked toward her and once again she found herself pressed against a wall. She had never been treated like this before. He was all over her and she loved it! He led her into a stall and shut the door, locking it. Pressing her against the inside wall of the stall with his hip, he held her arms above her head with one hand, and putting his other hand down the front of her jeans, felt her wetness, then began to rub her swollen clit. He rubbed it with all the fury of the storm outside.
“Paul! Paul! My God!!” she cried. He let her arms go and she held on to him tightly, her hands clinching his strong muscled arms, as spasm after spasm overtook her.
He held her close and unable to wait any longer, unhooked her bra and let her luscious breasts free. He claimed each hardened nipple with his mouth sending a searing heat through her body directly to her womanhood. She reached out and took his hard cock in her hand through his clothes.
He moaned and sucked in his breath, as he plunged his hand into her panties again, finger deep inside her. “Emily, my beautiful Emily. You feel so good! So wet! I can feel you throbbing.” He found her G-Spot with two fingers and massaged it while rubbing her clit with his thumb.
She thrust her hips forward, feeling the buildup, unable to control her cries. She had entered that other reality, the reality where nothing mattered but the present. Nothing mattered except what she was experiencing. Just as she felt what she considered the epitome of pleasure, he pulled his hand out of her panties, licked his fingers, and pulled her jeans down. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. Just as suddenly, he was on his knees and his mouth found her, tasted her, thrust his tongue inside her, tongue fucking her. She was going insane with desire and need....unable to remain still...so skillful was he. He held her ass cheeks in his hands pulling her to himself so he could take all of her, loving how she tasted, how she responded to him, how loud she was, whimpering, moaning, calling his name.
He began to suck her clit. She thought she would lose her mind! She grabbed his head, holding it there, and ground her pussy into his face. He sucked her hard and fast until she came again. Her legs were shaking as her body convulsed and he continued sucking her until she stopped. He stood up and she leaned heavily against him, while he held her.
When he felt her relaxing, he stood away from her and took his pants down. Taking her hands, he placed one on his cock and one on his balls. She gently massaged his balls while stroking his cock, then bent down taking it into her mouth. She kissed his hard cock.....licked it with her tongue.....and sucked it. He moaned and withdrew himself from her mouth. Reaching down he pulled her up by her hair, roughly bending her head back until she was looking into his eyes, eyes that were hungry with need.
“You know what I want and you want it too. You want it just the way I’m going to give it to you. Hard! Fast! Deep! When I’m done....you’ll know your mine.”
Her knees nearly buckled. Anticipation shrivered through her. He was right on all counts. He spun her around, bent her forward, his erection an iron bar prodding her. He rubbed his cock back and forth between the mounds of her bottom, then slipped a hand around and cupped the vee of her thighs. Muscles deep inside her bore down on nothing, aching to be filled and soothed. When his lips grazed the back of her neck, she whimpered. He pushed himself in her slowly. Easing inside. Inch by inch he pushed deeper, taking every bit her body yielded. He pushed a final time deeper still, and she made helpless mewling sounds.
“Emily, my God your so tight! This makes us part of each other,” he whispered. I’m going to love you now....slow and sweet, but when you cum, I’m going to fuck you the way I need to.”
She whimpered in reply, burning inside, desperate for him to move, to do as he promised. She wanted both: tenderness and wildness, man and animal. He gave her both. Thrusting in long slow strokes, nudging deep. Grunting with each stroke, he picked up the pace. Fast and furious, his balls slapping against her hot aching skin. With each powerful thrust the breath was driven out of her, helpless to prevent the sounds spilling from her lips.
Lightening cracked as it lit up the sky. Thunder boomed overhead and rain came down in torrents. The storm outside matching the storm inside.
She came again just as he exploded inside her, his legs quivering, breathless. She could feel his rapid heartbeat as he leaned against her back.
After cleaning up and dressing, they walked out of the men’s room into cool crisp air. The storm had past. All was clean and still. The earthy smell after a storm permeated the air.
She drove him back to his car, each thinking his own thoughts, each marveling at the chemistry between them, each knowing they would meet again.
