It was an absolute shitty day at work, just the worst. Bosses harping on me, other departments walking through my cubicle peering over my shoulder. Non-stop-issues with customers and coworkers. The only, rare, shinning moments in the day were the texts I recieved from Diana. She was a bit like her super-heroine counter part, strong, violent when needed, confident, and beautiful. She was no couch slouch, and all that 'staying active' showed off in a body that was tight and able to absorb some punishment. She had balance, and even grace, like a figure skater. It wasn't prominent but I could see it. I saw a lot, in the little things that many others missed. She was the girl next door, a pretty face, but with a very dirty, sultry, side. She had dark brown hair, about average height, for a women, and plenty of experience. She looked pretty, but all that hid a mind that was sharp, ready to bear down any and all battles that life threw at her, but also aware of others needs and desires, and she playfully, and tactfully, fed into them.
So as my day went on, I would get sprinkles of smiles that Diana would put on my face. Sometimes I laughed, other times I quickly peeked over my should as I full-screened some very naughty pictures. She was the bright part of my day. Every time my phone buzzed, my stomach jumped with excitement. We talked about life, sex, sexted, how crappy work was for us both, and how we wished we could see each other to make things better. A lot better. But she was out of town, and we had yet to really seal the deal. Finally work came to an end, and I decided to hit the gym. I'm not a big guy, maybe a tall, not-so-lanky nerd, but definitely proportional. But I needed the endorphin boost, something active to take my mind off the day.
Despite being in the gym, I still texted Diana, maybe now more than at work. We laughed, we shared music, we made jokes. I usually have to 'get in the zone' for the gym, but now I didn't, now I just enjoyed being there. She couldn't see the goofy smile that was plastered across my face, and I never told her about it. It was hard to describe how I felt about her. Sure there was the obvious visual attraction I had to her, but there was something more. Many times when you feel the 'spark', you only feel one side of it. That's the one that gives you that funny feeling just above your stomach, in an area that doesn't seem to exist in your physical body. But when you feel the spark back from them, that's a lot more subtle. It happened for me when she sent me things I wanted her to, without me telling her. It was like she was thinking of me, and putting me at the front of her attention, like I was to her. But I played it cool, I didn't get to deep with her, I flirted, I teased, and secretly I longed to see her.
My workout was over, and I headed off to the locker room. Now both locker room doors were next to each other, and they were down a long, two sided hallway. As I made it to the locker room I heard her call my name. Maybe it was all the texting, maybe it was because I'll never forget her voice, maybe it was just the right inflection in how she said it. But I knew, without looking, that it was her. My heart stopped, or so I thought, my stomach dropped and my body began to tremble with excitement. I turned and there she was, with a smile on her face that mixed excited joy and seduction. I wanted to just wrap my arms around her, feel her body against mine, but she moved before I could and took my hand and led me into the locker room, putting her index finger up to her lips, with a smile that said every wish I had that day, was about to come true.
Before I knew it we were in a shower stall. It was pretty small, with a plastic curtain keeping us "private", but it was all we needed. She wasn't dressed for the gym, not really. She had a slightly over-sized t-shirt on, which she removed nearly right away, revealing her amazing breasts. I took her cheek into my hand, and kissed her. Hard, deep, passionately. She could feel my passion rising, I could tell because she couldn't hold back the smile while we kissed. We stripped ourselves, and each other, while we made out, tossing our clothes outside. So much for being discrete, I guess. But neither one of us cared at that point.
With two sets of clothing sitting outside the shower, I thought it was best to turn the water on. The warm wetness ran down our bodies as we embraced, kissed, and slowed down just a bit. As tender as it was there was no mistaking the raging hard-on I had. Every once and a while she would smile, this coy look on her face, as she fully realized what was pressing against her body. She was a bit shorter than me, which I liked, so she didn't have far to go when she started kissing down my chest and stomach. She was soon kissing my cock, holding it firmly in her hand. I let out a moanful sigh of relief and excitement. As I leaned back against the wall she took me in. First just the tip. Her mouth was so warm, wet, and welcoming. She began working down my shaft, taking me deeper and deeper. I wanted to keep watching, but my eyes would just instinctively roll back into my head. It felt amazing. As she made it towards the base of my shaft, I hoped she would deep throat me. Not many have done it so it's a bit of a mystery for me, but at the same time, I loved being in her mouth, all of me. I finally felt the back of her throat on my head, while her lips just touched my balls. I wished I could have cummed right then. My whole body felt like it was wrapped in a giant cocoon of pleasure and ecstasy. She started bobbing up and down, amazingly taking my whole member each time. I could tell it was getting sloppy, and it was insanely hot and sexy. I didn't know what to do, but I knew the look on my face: eyes and mouth, wide open, barely breathing, not wanting this moment to end.
I began to get the urge to do more to her, to kiss and lick all over her body. I had yet to spend nearly enough time on her tits. So I told her I wanted to fuck her. She only smiled and said "next time" and winked. She went back to bobbing on me, this time more fiercely. Every time my dick hit the back of her throat I thought I would cum, and it kept happening. I was in shock and awe, amazed by her ability but turned on by her enthusiasm. She slowed down, and came off me, licking down my shaft to my balls. She cupped them, and took them into her mouth. Oh, it was so warm. She sucked them lightly, while she jerked my cock. The whole time looking up at me with eyes that should have made me cum, all by themselves! There was no more levels of pleasure that I could reach, or so I thought. She stopped again, took both my hands and put them on the back of her head and said "I want you to fuck my mouth, till you cum down my throat….and then I will drain you balls". I was frozen, no one had ever said something like that to before, and I'd never seen that look of passion and desire on someone's face either! She put the tip in her mouth, and patiently waited. So I started to pull her in, and she grabbed my legs and my ass. She wasn't just up for this, she lusted after it. Like when I was led into the shower, I was soon fucking her face, making her gag just a bit, and she was gripping my legs, hands all over my body, looking up at me with eyes that begged for my orgasm.
I soon could not hold it any longer. I pulled her in, shoved my cock down her throat and started pumping load after load into her. I moaned, I muffled my own screams of pleasure, and I felt that next plane of ecstasy that I didn't know existed. My orgasm seemed to feel like forever. I remember feeling my dick again, inside her mouth. She sucked me, so softly, it was like cuddling, only she still had my cock in her mouth. I felt wholly accepted by her, every part of me, emotionally and physically. I sighed and lean back, more, against the wall. She kept gently sucking and playing with me. All I could do was smile that same grin I had on in the gym. She eventually stood up, and leaned her warm body into mine. As we stood there, I reflected on how utterly amazing this day turned around, from a day I never wanted to remember, to one that I know I'll never, ever, forget. The only thing that made it better, was that this was so much more to her that I had yet to discover, and I looked forward to that day, as she lay her head on my chest.
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