Closing Time. [Quite Long] [Oral]

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I waved to my last patient for the day, no change to her specs presciption. As she left, I locked the door to the store, turning back to see Ellie counting the days takings. She was the manager on for the day, it had just been the two of us from three as a colleague went home sick. She was wearing her usual work outfit, a close-fitted black dress that hugged her curves, twitching whenever she moved. As I walked toward my testing room, I couldn’t help steal a glance, not for the first time. She was small, standing just over 5 foot, with long, wavy blonde hair that she was constantly tucking behind her ears when it drifted across her lightly freckled nose. She’d always been thin, but had a child a couple of years back, and her breasts had stayed full and large ever since. Her plump, round butt looked like it could’ve been sculpted by an artist, and she put in the work for it at the gym most nights.

As I passed her, she sighed heavily. “Less than a thousand, what an awful day.”

“There wasn’t much we could do, no staff and a lot of stables. There’s always Monday eh?” I replied with a smile.

“Yeah, I guess. Anyway, what’re you up to tonight? Big night with the guys? I’m sure there’s a Scarlett Johanson look-a-like desperately waiting for you in a bar somewhere,” she grinned. I’d broken up with my ex a few months before, Ellie was always trying to convince me to go and meet new people.

“Nah. Dinner for one and a Star Wars marathon, really can’t be bothered to work out. Rock n Roll Saturday night, you know me. You?”

“Oh, not much, mum’s got my little girl for the weekend, so just gym later and then… I don’t know. Maybe I should see if any of the girls wanna go partying!”

“Go for it! Just don’t be hanging on Monday, you know I can’t cope without you. Have fun.” I winked at her and gave her a shoulder a squeeze before turning to leave. To my surprise, she spun around and hugged me, lingering well beyond a quick ‘goodbye’. I could feel her body pressed against me, the sweet scent of her perfume and faint smell of coconut shampoo filled my nostrils, my knees almost buckling.

“Is everything alright Els?” I asked, moving my head back a bit so I could see her. I’d known her a long time, and she’d never been a particularly huggy person.

She looked up at me, and, despite being an optician, I’d never quite appreciated just what a gorgeous shade of green her eyes were. “Yeah, all good. Just thought you might’ve needed a hug. Enjoy your Star Wars marathon.” She let go, and turned back to resume counting the till. I stood there for a moment, watching her, before heading back to my testing room.

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I went through my daily ritual, cleaning my trials lenses, frame and ophthalmoscope, packing it all away for the weekend. It had been hammered into my since my earlier days as a student, clean tools, clean workspace, clean mind. I never heard the door go.

“Jake.”

I looked up from my work bag, to find her in the doorway, eyes focused on mine. Before I could say a word, she glided toward me, flung her hands around my neck and locked her lips on mine. Her kiss was soft, yet urgent, and I could taste the mint of her breath, the sensation mingling with another hit of her perfume. Her hand was on my jaw, mine lost in the thickness of her hair, I could feel her chest pressed against mine.

It happened so quickly, my brain took a moment to kick in. I pulled away from her, my hand still on her back. “Els. what the hell. What’s going on? What about James?” She’d been with James for years, I knew him quite well.

“Fuck James.” She snapped, a fire in her eye that I’d never seen before. “We seperated months ago.”

I gaped at her like an idiot. They had a child, a mortgage, and yet she’d never mentioned any kind of problems between them. “What happened?”

“It wasn’t working. Forget about him. I’ve wanted you for years. And I know you’ve wanted me. You think I haven’t seen you staring at me? You know, woman don’t bend over in front of you if they don’t want to show you something. Christ, for a smart guy you’re not observant.” I flushed with embarrassment. It dawned on me suddenly, we’d gone out for drinks a couple of weekends before with some colleagues, and she’d asked to see my apartment. I drove her home instead.

Her hand was winding through my hair, those green eyes hadn’t left mine. “I want you. And I want you now.” She pulled me back down to her kiss. One hand in her hair, the other on the small of her back, I pulled her closer, our bodies pressed together again. I could feel her tongue working its way forward, and felt my cock start to swell. She noticed it too, and her hand found the front of my trousers. I slid my hand down from her back to her butt. I’d spent a lot of my time at work thinking about that butt, and as I lightly grabbed a firm, rounded cheek, my cock was pretty much full mast.

She took her other hand from my hair, and began to fumble with my tie. I couldn’t help but grin a little, and almost regretfully moved my hands away to help her out. My tie was still in the air, yet she started working on the shirt buttons, whilst my hands resumed running up and down that perfect body. I could feel the stiffness of her nipples through her clothes, and cupped one of her tits in my hand, the other returning to her back. She had my shirt undone, and my belt by this point. Her hand was resting against the front of my trousers, feeling how hard I was. She pulled her head back slightly, those emerald eyes staring back at me, as she unzipped my trousers, and pulled them down, boxers and all. Her hands were small, and my cock looked all the bigger as she artfully gripped my shaft. She looked at it, biting her lip slightly. That image alone sent fire through my brain.

Her knees touched the floor before I knew what was happening, her lips centimetres away from my head. She looked up, softly jerking my shaft, and a shiver ran across my entire body. It had been months since I’d had any kind of action, and I’d never dreamed to hope that, of all people…

A wicked little grin spread across her face, she must’ve felt me quivering. Her eyes snapped back to the business at hand, her mouth parted slightly, her tongue moved forward to gently caress the swollen tip. As she took the head into her mouth, her tongue continued to worry at it, a small gasp escaping me. Her mouth was warm and wet, the feel of her pillowy lips sliding along my length was all I’d imagined and more. She went all the way to the base and back, circling the tip with her tongue before coming back up for air. Her lips went to the underside of my cock, kissing it until she got the base. Her tongue began where my shaft met the balls, her nose pressed into the side of my shaft. In one long, slow motion, she licked the entire length of my cock, base to tip, a moan breaking through my clenched teeth.

She took my head back inside of her mouth, and began a gentle sucking rhythm, pausing at the tip occasionally to meet my gaze, whilst her tongue performed small, tight circles around the tip. She was still wearing that tight black dress I’d come to love watching her in, her spare hand lightly lightly running over her body. Her lushly curved body holding its own promise. I tilted my head back slightly, closing my eyes, my right hand firmly holding the back of her head.

I could feel my climax start to build, but I’d decided it was far too soon for that. As she moved forward, I pushed her head further in, my cock tickled the back of her throat. I spent a second there, the entirety enveloped in her mouth, before letting go, her head sliding back and gasping for air. My hand cupped her chin and pulled her up to her feet, bringing her gorgeous face back to mine as we kissed again, long and deep.

The dress unzips at the back. I turned her around, and, whilst I unzip her, lightly kiss her neck. I can feel her heartbeat quickening as I very lightly bite the skin of her neck between kisses. “It’s been months,” she softly moaned. The back of the dress was unzipped and waiting, she pulled her arms free then the rest from below her legs. In doing so, the top of her butt just grazed my erection, which began almost throbbing with need for her. She was wearing a matching set of blue lace bra and panties, very thin and not leaving much to the imagination. I’d wanted to take things slowly, but I couldn’t wait. Whilst she was bent over and pulling her dress from her feet, I grabbed her panties and yanked them down. I barely gave her time to react before my head began to rub her lips. She started, as if to straighten up, before I placed a hand on her back, pushing her foward, giving her no choice but to place her hands onto my desk, bent almost ninety degrees, tits pressed to the desk aswell. I had to bend my knees to accomodate the height difference, but she was so wet we had no problem with entry.

“Ells,” I moaned, as my head slipped inside her. She gasped and half turned her head to the side, eyes closed in the heat of the moment. Her walls gripped me fiercely as I moved further in, inch by inch, her mouth opening slightly wider the more she was filled. I stayed in there for a moment, savouring the tight warmth of her body, before slowly rocking myself back and forth. A high, unbidden moan came from her as I worked the length of my cock in her. My right hand had never left her back, and it gripped the strap of her bra in a tightly clenched fist, my other hand placed on her hip.

In a few moments, we’d found a good rhythm for us. Her back was arched, her butt slightly raised so I didn’t have to bend my knees quite so much. I moved my right arm from her back to the desk beside her, shifting my weight to it. The angle changed, allowing me better access to the front wall. Her breath started coming out faster and shorter, her vagina pulsing as I slid backward and forward. I grabbed her left hand with mine, and guided it to her clit, realising I’d struggle to get to it from my position. She began lightly circling it as I started to push deeper and longer. Her body was shivering, I kept the new rhythm as best I could, my own breathing becoming laboured and cock throbbing inside of her. She was toying with her clit and her breathing was increasingly sharp, until she surprised me. “Spank me!” she muttered between clenched teeth, “now, do it.”

Completely out of my control, I couldn’t help but laugh a bit. She’d always come across as prim and proper, quite quiet. I never would’ve expected this from her, but I was more than happy to oblige. I lightly swatted her butt with my left hand, watching it ripple, and jiggle with each thrust. “Harder.” I hit it again, with more feeling. “Mmmf.” Her bottom lip was between her teeth as she continued to work on her clit, and my hand raised again for another swipe. Her butt rippled again, as I brought my palm to it, harder, in time with my cock thrusting in her to the base. “Mmmf.” And again. And again. “Mmmf. Mmmf.”

As we kept this rhythm, her left cheek began to redden, and she grew more intense. Her body was writhing on the desk, she pressed her forehead onto it so I could no longer see her face. I could hear her short, sharp gasps and muffled groans. As her hand moved to a slightly different rhythm, her body completely tensed up. Her entire body began to convulse, her mouth opened in a silent cry of pleasure, before a spasm ran the length of her body and she began to pant. I slowed down slightly, feeling myself close to orgasming, not yet wanting to. I withdrew from her, and brought her up, turning, to kiss me. I gently lifted her and sat her on the desk, undoing her bra as her mouth opened for my tongue. She started to pull my shirt off of my shoulders, and both it and her bra ended up joining the rest on the floor.

Her hand was back on my shift, caressing it, pulling it. I was close, close enough that if she continued I’d cum before I wanted to. Instead I placed my hands under her thighs and lifted her, moving her onto my testing chair. She was so light, she seemed to have no weight at all. She broke away from my kiss and bent down to take my cock back in her mouth. “Not yet,” I muttered.

“Hey, I’ve had one, it’s your turn.” She looked up at me with those glorious emeralds and I almost came there and then.

“Not yet,” I repeated. I kissed her neck, and moved down to her chest. For a small woman, she had quite big breasts, round and soft with hard dark nipples that stood to attention. I played my mouth on one, lightly rolling it with my tongue and gently biting it, my hand massaging the other. Her hand was in my hair as I kissed her stomach, and then moved back slightly. “Sit back, and open your legs.” She looked at me in surprise, but did as I commanded. I reclined the chair back a bit and knelt down in front of her, kissing her legs, starting at her calves, moving up to her thighs.

“You know I just came, right?” she asked as I continued to move upwards.

“Yeah, so?” I broke off for a moment to look at her.

“Noone’s ever put their face near me unless I was fresh out the shower.” That said enough about her and James’ sex life to me, given how quick she was to suck my dick after a full day of work.

I laughed, and in response plunged my face right between her thighs. I began by trailing my tongue over her lips, her wetness spreading across my stubble immediately. I lightly licked from the bottom of her vagina to her clit in on motion, slowly as I could. She shivered slightly as my tongue applied some pressure to her clit. It had retreated behind her hood after orgasming, so I had to coax it out with some light tongue movements. I placed my mouth over her hood and lightly sucked on it, my tongue rhythmically circling her clit. Her hand found its way back into my hair, massaging my head almost in tandem with my tongue massaging her.

She lightly rocked her body back and forth against my face, dictating what pace she wanted. As she did, I used the very tip of my middle finger to lightly rub the inside of her lips. Only the very edge. The longer this went on, she began to slightly edge toward me, wanting something inside of her. I obliged, slipping my finger in and stroking the upper wall of her vagina. Her hand tightened, gripping my hair like talons. Her body shived and she bucked, whilst I continued to suck and run my tongue along her clit. Her body continued to buck, until I felt her tense up again, the spasm running through her. I took my finger out, using both hands to grip the back of her thighs and hold her to me, as her body instinctively flinched away from my tongue during her orgasm. I ran my tongue up and down her lips again as she continued to cum, making sure she was done before I got up. When I felt her lay back against the chair, and her hair relax in my hair, I moved away and stood up. She was half lying in the reclined chair, eyes closed and her chest heaving.

I grabbed a couple of paper towels from the dispensary by my sink and wiped the most of her wetness from my mouth and chin. She still had her eyes closed, lying there, but we weren’t done yet. Her eyes opened as I placed my hands under her thighs, again lifting her so we were face to face. I was rock hard, and ready to start again. I carried her to the desk, and laid her on it on her back, her legs wrapped around me. I heard a sharp intake of breath as my head pushed through her lips, my length sliding inside her once again. I leant down to kiss her as I started to thrust again. Once I found a rhythm, I moved to kiss her neck whilst her fingernails trailed along my back.

After a few moments, I pulled my head back slightly, arms planted on the desk either side of her. “There’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” I told her with a grin.

“Oh?” she looked back at me.

“Hold onto my shoulders.” My cock still in her, I once again lifted her with my hands under her legs. I held her up against a wall to help hold the weight, whilst I began to fuck her standing up. The weight of her on my arms and my cock felt outstanding and I couldn’t help but let out a moan. I was strained due to carrying her and my length throbbing inside of her all the way down to the base, and the moan came out as a guttural growl. She gripped the back of my neck even tighter and leant further onto me. Each thrust was going deep inside her now, both of us working together to match speed, and I could hear the accompanying smack each time.

Despite being young man and very fit, I couldn’t keep that up for too long, so I lay her back on the desk, and withdrew before flipping her over. Her left cheek was still red, the right one looked in good need of the same colouring. I pushed her down onto the desk again, her raising her butt to meet me. I entered her, this time thrusting hard and fast. Every smack from my palm elicited a sharp intake of breath or stifled moan. I could feel my orgasm building up, and I wanted nothing more than to fill her with it, but sense prevailed. “Shit, I’m gonna come.”

She turned her head slightly to look at me. “How about in my mouth?”

To hear that sentence from someone I’d wanted for so long left me light headed. I stared at her for half a second, then withdrew. With surprising speed she was on her knees in front of me, her head swooping down to envelop my cock in one go. I felt her lips grazing the sides of my cock, and as she got her tongue to my tip, I felt as if my cock had exploded, the release shooting my semen into her mouth. She kept her lips moving up and down my shaft as I continued to cum for probably just a few seconds, although it seemed like days to me. In my ecstacy I could hear some slight gulping sounds, but as I opened my eyes, I saw that some of it was dribbling out of her mouth, down her chin and dripping onto her tits. She drew back from my cock, and finished with one final swallow, before looking at me with a smile.

“Well, that was a lot of fun,” she stated lightly with a wicked grin.

I laughed, breathing heavily. “You could say that. There’s been a bit of a spillage i’m afraid,” I said, indicating her chest.

“Oh,” she smiled. She used a finger to mop up my semen from her tits and her chin, bringing it to her mouth and sucking it. “Sorted.”

“Jesus Christ, Ells.” We were laughing as I helped her to her feet. After a quick clean up, Ellie started to gather up her clothes. “Hold on,” I said, grabbing her arm.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I just want to imprint you in my brain forever.” I said staring her up and down. Her red lipstick was smuged a little, her hair was crazy, her perky breasts still covered in a little bit of a sheen, her thighs still wet, whole body covered in sweat; and she was the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen. “I may not get this chance again.”

She giggled and mockingly gave a turn. I’ll never forget it. The shape of her breasts, the slight of her tummy, the roundness of her butt, the thickness of her thighs. “Oh, I think you’ll get the chance sweetie,” she said, glancing at me from the corner of my eye as she left the room to hurry to the bathroom.

I got dressed and gave the desk a good clean with wipes and spray. Much as I’d always wanted to have sex in my testing room, I just remembered I’d have patients in here Monday. I gathered my stuff and waited by the door for Ellie. She hurried out, once again in that gorgeous black dress, her lipstick had been sorted out, though she still had bed hair. And God did it suit her.

We locked up, and began walking down the street. We hadn’t said anything. I didn’t want to say goodbye, or leave her at the bus stop. I stopped, and she stopped with me.

Before I had the chance to say something stupid, she looped her arm into mine and piped up, “so, can I see your apartment now?” She trained those big, beautiful emeralds on me, that sweet grin on her face. This time, I wasn’t stupid enough to drive her home.

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