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Inventory

         My heart pounds and I can hardly breath; it’s been three years.  I don’t want to marry him, just… Ellen looks up at me, a broad grin on her face, she is giving me a thumbs up. 

         I’m wearing my sexiest low cut blouse and the shortest skirt I own.  To make things even easier for him I didn’t bother with stockings or bra, just a flimsy thong and as always, my black three and a half inch pumps. 

         Maybe he’s getting cold feet.  I can’t help but giggle as I turn down the main isle toward the back of the building.  I can feel my breasts swaying and straining against the silk; the snaps ready to pop open. 

         As I walk, I think about yesterday, ‘his lips were so soft, his tongue and mine entwined, that bulge against my hip and his fingers…  Then Martha walked in…’

         Ed is getting up, holding a folder.  Our eyes meet for a second; he smiles and starts to move down the isle. Almost everyone is gone for the day; only Ed, Ellen and I are staying tonight for inventory. 

         I get to the stockroom door first he’s just behind me.  Only illuminated by the fire exit sign, it’s cool and dark in the room.  My anticipation is high as the door opens and he steps in.  The empty folder drops to the tile floor, our eyes lock. 

          “You know… I’m divorced, there’s alimony and child support so I’m...” I reach out and grab his face we lock lips.  If the sex is like he kisses, this will be wonderful.

          “Shut up and lock the door!”

         I rip open my blouse; the snaps popping loudly, my breast fall free. As he pulls his sports shirt over his head, I let the blouse fall off my shoulders to the floor.  The cold air against my warm nipples tightens them into hard nodules.  In the dim light I see that erect post straining in the jockey shorts as he drops his pants.  He is down to his shorts and socks.  I step out of my skirt and pumps, now only wearing that flimsy thong.  Almost nude for the first time in front of him, I’m fidgeting; I fold my hands over that small pad of cloth I’m wearing.

          “Like what you see?”  Shivering in anticipation; my knees are shaking as Ed steps forward putting his arms around me.  His body is muscular and warm, I feel him running his warm soft hands up and down my back, investigating every curve, crease and crevasse.  His back is strong. Tiny beads of sweat glisten on his shoulders as I kiss and nuzzle his neck. 

         His fingers tips are massaging the subtle flesh about my dark entrance.  I begin to kiss my way down his chest.  He flinches as I nip at his flesh, sucking on his nipples.  I pull down on the jockey shorts and they fall to the floor, if he is not fully engorged yet, he will be.  I bend over and hold that pulsating stalk, fondling his jewels.  Now I see his knees shaking as I hide the head of his phallus between my lips, flicking my tongue over it sucking on that ripe strawberry.

         Bent over the way I am, he leans forward slipping my thong down over my ass, it falls to my feet.  His hands graze over my back, the sharp twinge of pleasure and pain as he twists my nipple and cups my breast, I can feel the moisture start dripping down my thighs.

{indent)Now as I take him deeper into my mouth and stroke his hard shaft with my tongue, he begins to groan that guttural sound I have not heard in three years.  His shaft begins to pulsate with every groan.  It is too soon.  I stop and stand up, take his hand and lead him back to the clerks lounge.

         Bending over a table face down, my breast flat on that cold tabletop, waiting for the pleasure.  I feel his warm breath, a flick of his tongue; a quake runs through my small frame.  His tongue enters me, massages the folds of my flesh and my gem.  His fingers hold my ass open, the tips probing me as he licks and tugs on that nub of my clitoris.  My body involuntarily shivers with every stroke of his tongue; white knuckled fingers grip the edge of the table.  He stops.

         I feel him enter me. “Oh YES!” It’s been so long!  Slowly he pushes into me, I push back towards him.  The strokes are slow and my fluids are running down my legs, the floor is slippery.  Soon I am in full orgasm; I can’t feel my legs and every muscle clutch at my release.  He is groaning in time with his quickening strokes and he is growing harder with every movement inside of me.

         He stops moving; I can feel his shaft pulse his hot juice inside of me.  He’s groaning “God, that’s good!”  I feel his weight as he lays down on me.

         I whisper, “I needed you, so much!”

         I can hear Ellen’s high-pitched cackle through the door. “You guys done?”


         W.C.=867

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