It was a hot, muggy day. In my second floor apartment, I lay back on my couch and downed my third cold beer in four great gulps. I was, hot, and cranky, and acutely aware of the bead of sweat making its way down the deep valley between my C-cup breasts. Even in my cropped white tee, worn without a bra, and pink high-waisted mini-skirt, I was dying of heat.
This heat wave had already lasted for a week straight, and showed no signs of letting up anytime soon. I prayed for rain as I looked out the window, at the cruelly blue sky—not a cloud, not even a single speck of white to be seen. I sighed and closed my eyes. I wished I hadn’t spent so much money partying last weekend, so I could spring for an air conditioning unit. Or at least a fan, I thought, idly.
A fan.
That was exactly what I needed. I almost trembled with excitement as I pictured myself standing in front of the machine, the breeze hitting my face and caressing my curves. Yes, I thought. Fuck it, this is why Visas were invented.
I laced up my sandals and thought about putting on a bra, then decided against it. Slipping on a light linen waistcoat over the low necked tee-shirt as a slight concession to modesty, I made my way out to the street, and to the hardware store a few blocks away from my downtown apartment.
The bell jingled overhead as I opened the door. It was a dusty, dimly lit space, with narrowly spaced shelves stacked high to the ceiling—the kind of place that doesn’t ask questions when you bring keys to get cut. I smiled at the greying man behind the counter, who barely looked up from the newspaper puzzle he was completing.
Wandering over to the small appliances section, further in close to the back of the maze of a store, I stood in front of a couple boxes as I tried to decide which fan I wanted. Did I want the one with multiple settings, bells, and whistles, or the cheapest fan I could find?
“Can I help you find something?”
I turned to see a demi-god. His nametag said his name was Dave, but this didn’t seem to fit with the tall creature with rippling biceps in front of me. His eyes were a light honey brown that matched his skin, and his beard was just the right amount of scruffy for my taste. Looks like I’d found something alright.
“Hi,” I said “Dave? I’m just looking for a fan. I’m kind of… hot.“
“Right. Well, this is our selection,” he said, gesturing to the boxes in front of me. “I’d recommend the ChillBlast 300 series,” he turned away to point to an upper shelf.
“Hmm,” I nodded, trying to stop my eyes from wandering over to his khakis. “That sounds delicious,” I said absently, having lost the battle. His pants clung to a perky round butt that made my palms itch with the need to grab it.
“Sorry?”
“Oh, I, uh…” I flushed, my eyes not knowing where to land. “I was looking for something, a little cheaper.”
He looked me over with his dark honey gaze, his eyes lingering for a moment over my braless breasts. My nipples immediately puckered, and I hoped he couldn’t see them pushing into the linen vest.
“I could try seeing what we have in the back,” he said, after a moment. “We just got in a new order of stock. Do you want to follow me?”
I blinked.
“To the back?”
“Yes,” he said, in his deep gravelly voice.
“S-ure.”
Through the door marked Employees Only we went, into an even dimmer, and even more crammed stockroom. Large brown cardboard boxes were everywhere, and I had no idea where we’d even start to look.
“Let me check the shipment itemization list,” he said, disappearing around the corner into an office. I picked the nearest stack of sealed boxes and perched on top of it to wait. God, it was even hotter in this back room. I took off my vest, and saw that sweat was making the cropped tee cling to my skin. I pinched the front and started fanning myself with it as Dave came back around the corner.
“Sorry, looks like everything we have is out on the floor,” he said. His eyes wandered lazily over me as I fanned myself.
“Oh,” I said, “Well, that’s okay.” I uncrossed my legs and watched his eyes follow their movement as I re-crossed them on the opposite side. Had he seen up my skirt, I wondered, as I fanned myself with the front of my tee. He was definitely getting a glimpse of my cleavage from the way his eyes kept lingering over my chest. I let the shirt drop and stretched my arms wide over my head to expand the exposed strip of skin between the hem of my shirt and the waist of my skirt, acutely aware of his eyes following my every movement.
“It’s so hot in here,” I said blithely. “How do you guys even deal?”
“When it’s this hot,” he said, “best thing to do is break a sweat.”
“How do you do that?” I asked, cocking my head to one side.
Without saying a word, he slowly advanced until he was right in front of me. With one large hand, he spread my knees apart, never breaking eye contact. I silently dared him to go on, and he obliged, pushing my skirt up around my hips. He took in my bright yellow bikini panties with the pink lace trim, his eyebrow quirking a little in amusement. I quirked one back at him, raising my hips to help him take them down, pull them off me and exposing my curl covered mound to the dimly lit storeroom. I was wet, dripping with the anticipation, and the unspoken thrill. I felt my pulse throbbing from my chest to the tip of my clit, as he paused a moment, before diving in tongue first.
I sank back onto my elbows, and closed my eyes, revelling in the naughty, forbidden feeling. Knowing I was sitting here in the back of the store, where I wasn’t supposed to be gave me a rush of excitement, creating a buzz that was heightened by every lick of his playful tongue. It dipped and twirled teasingly, his lusty lips kissing my inner thigh, his scruffy beard tickling softly. He nibbled provocatively on my labia, and I let out a quiet moan as my head dropped back.
He was kissing my pussy, his tongue lapping softly and wetly against my clit. I felt a heat building as he licked in a steady rhythm, and a gooey wetness deepening between my legs. It was so warm in the humid heat, and I could feel it start to drip down towards my bare ass.
I opened my eyes to gaze down at him, working steadily away on my pussy, lapping up all the juices as they gushed from my wetness. It was so hot to see him with his head between my legs, licking towards my creamy centre. Fuck, I whispered, almost involuntarily.
He looked up from his task, and smiled. His large hand snaked up towards my breast, gently pulling down my low-necked tee, so that my breasts were exposed to the warm air of the stockroom. I moaned harder as he took a nipple between a thumb and forefinger and gently began to roll it, never breaking the rhythm of his tongue against my clit. My nipple pebbled under his fingertips, and with every stroke of his fingers my pussy pulsed in response.
I grabbed the back of his head with one hand, burying his face into my eager cunt, keeping his magical tongue on my clit where I needed it. He was driving me wild as he lapped, licked and suckled – the pressure soft at first, and then increasingly intense. I bucked my hips against his movements, wanting him closer, never wanting his tongue to leave me.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, as I rocked my hips against his face. “Please, don’t stop.”
I could feel the pressure building inside me as he kept going, his large hands seeming to be everywhere at once – playing with my nipples, plucking one after the other, running up and down my inner thighs, snaking around my hips and pulling me in as I rose to meet him. I was so close, so fucking close.
“Mmmm,” I moaned. “Fuck me, yes, eat my pussy.” His licks came harder, but his rhythm stayed the same, and suddenly it was too much, and my world burst as my cunt convulsed and waves of pleasure shot through me.
“Yes! Oh fuck, oh yes!” I could not stop cumming, my pussy quivering as he kept the pressure and rhythm of his tongue on my clit. “Oh my god, oh my god,” I whispered, until it got so much I had to push him away.
He leaned back and smiled up at me, his lips glistening with my pussy juices and he looked so damn sexy and pleased with himself that I had to lean forward and plant a sloppy kiss on those full lips.
I slid down from the stack of boxes and molded my soft body against his hard one as the kiss deepened. I could taste the salty tang of my pussy on his lips, could feel my sweaty sticky skin pulling against his, and – mmmm – could feel the hard bump of his erection growing against my stomach. I slipped a hand between us and slowly rubbed his crotch through his pants, and smiled into the kiss as he got harder in response.
I suddenly needed to taste him, needed to feel his rock hardness in my mouth. Breaking the kiss, I swiftly unzipped his pants and dropped to my knees to take him in my mouth. He tasted faintly of sweat, and it was an effort to get most of him down my eager throat. I kneaded his bare butt with my hands as I bobbed up and down his large cock, and was rewarded with a soft groan.
“Mmm, yeah, take it, you slut,” he said, winking down at me. “Fucking take me all in your dirty little mouth.”
I obeyed, taking him back into my mouth as I felt a familiar tingle in my pussy. I fucking love dirty talk. With one hand on my once again wet pussy, and another hand on his fully hard cock, I kept sucking him out, working from the head to the bottom, sloppily kissing his balls, and then back again. I slipped two fingers inside my soaking pussy and started to finger-fuck myself. I couldn’t wait to get that huge cock inside of me.
It wasn’t long before I’d worked him to the edge. I could tell with every stroke that he was making an effort not to cum, but I wasn’t going to let him off that easily. Getting up, I gave him another deep kiss, our tongues twirling, before sauntering over to one of the floor to ceiling shelves. I stood facing it, and once again hiked up my skirt to expose my smooth round butt. I looked over my shoulder at him, and in an instant he was behind me. He wordlessly nudged my legs apart with his knee, and I leaned forward to brace myself against the steel shelving.
He grunted as he entered me, my pussy stretching to accommodate his girth.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered, and I whimpered as I took him deeper my warm wetness.
“You’re so fucking big,” I whispered back.
Slowly at first, and then finding a steady rhythm, he fucked me from behind. My forearms rested on the shelving unit, the metal cool against my skin, as I took him deep inside me again and again. With every thrust I could feel him pulling out almost completely, only to push in deeper the next time. His breathing was hot and soft in my ear, and I could feel him straining for control.
With his next thrust, I pushed back against him, and started writhing, grinding my ass against his crotch. I wanted him to lose control for me, I wanted to feel that power over him – the power of my magical pussy.
“Yeah, take me,” I said. “Take my fucking pussy.”
He obliged, fucking me harder. I could feel, and hear now, the slap of skin against skin, of my ass against his firm thighs as he braced his hands on my shoulders and slammed into my body with his throbbing hot cock. I held on harder, trying to not let my knees buckle as his dick sent pleasure coursing through me with every thrust, and the shelving swayed slightly against our weight.
“God don’t stop,” I begged. “Don’t stop fucking me like that. You feel so good inside me.”
He grunted in response – he had no words left. I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back, and I was sweating myself. My light tee-shirt was drenched, completely sticking to my front, and potentially exposing so much to whoever happened to walk into the storeroom at that time – but that was the least of my worries. I was being fucked from behind by a complete stranger, like a dirty little slut, and I was loving it.
The thought put me over the edge, and for the second time that day, I was cumming.
“Oh god, oh god, oh my god.” I tried to whisper, but felt like I was shouting, as my hot pussy convulsed around Dave’s rock-hard dick, which was still thrusting into me. As though he’d heard his cue, he started fucking me even faster, his hot breath coming fast against my ear, my body banging against the stockroom shelving, my breasts squeezed against the shelf in front of me every time he drove his dick deep into me.
With one last thrust, he gave a loud grunt, and filled me with burst after burst of his hot cum. I could feel his dick twitch inside me, and I squeezed my thighs together to milk every last drop.
Slowly his breathing returned to normal, and he slipped out from inside me. I felt a draft, and a slow warm trickle as his load dripped from my pussy onto the concrete floor.
I turned around, and we shared a deep, passionate kiss.
“Mmm” I purred. “Well, that’s what I call customer service.”
“Anytime,” he said, with that deeply sexy smile.
I knew I’d be back.