Sharp bronze rays of sunlight reflected off the tall glass and steel city buildings down into an empty parking lot in front of a Costco, placed between them like a pimple among tense hairs on a woman’s arm. Her concrete skin was awash with veins of cracks and fillings and tattooed with yellow parking designations. Confident pigeons walked about her body in search of crumbs, unphased by the footsteps of vacuous customers on their way back to their cars. The December air was thin. Neon signs waited to clock in for their shift as the sun packed its bags to leave for the night. Puddles of melted snow littered the asphalt lot like blemishes. It had been a warm winter.
Rob stood out back at the loading docks passing the time. Men in bright orange and green vests passed by one final time before they too were done for the day, only to return then next morning and do it all over again. Their small talk and chatter kept this dead world lively, Rob thought. He took a sip of the hot coffee in his hand and burned his lip. He lifted his wrist to check the time and his watch stared back at him, telling him he had twenty-eight more minutes to kill. He began making mental notes about what he needed to do once he got home. It was almost the end of the semester and finals were steadily approaching, and brought with them nothing but stress and anxiety.
“Hey!”
Rob quickly collected himself and turned to towards the call.
“When does your break end?” Asked Sarah.
“I still have about twenty-five minutes. I’ve got to head back out at nine,” replied Robert, happy to see the one coworker with whom he could share substantial conversation. It would pass the time he thought.
“Perfect me too! It’s so boring this time of year, and the fucked-up state of the world doesn’t help much either.”
“Mhm. Read anything interesting lately?”
“I’ve been fawning over this one Irish lady.” She walked over closer to Robert as she spoke, her short coat bundled tight. “She writes about modern people in modern situations.” She continued
“Not sure if I want to think too much about modernity to be honest,” he sighed.
“Stop being so dramatic, you pretentious asshole.”
He watched her face as she talked to him. Her skin was the colour of milk chocolate, her big eyes gleamed behind Asiatic lids. She was a small girl, with a small presence that grew as one got to know her.
“You’re right. I’m just annoyed at this girl I’ve been seeing. She’s just so… capricious”
“Which girl? The one with the red hair or the one from your history class.”
“Red hair.”
There was a comfortable silence as the two stood on the dock. The sun had just about left, and the only light around them came from industrial lamps off the side of the building. Robert checked the time. Twenty-three minutes. It would pass quicker if they talked, he thought. The conversation would also help reenergize him. ‘Discursive stimulation’ he had dubbed it previously, unsure if those were even the right words. They stood to shoulder as she reached over to take his cup of coffee to take a sip for herself.
“That Joey guy I was telling you about, he’s been a real pain in the ass.”
“I thought you didn’t like anal,” Robert quipped.
“I’m serious,” Sarah protested. “It’s my turn to be existential. I’m so confused, I don’t know if I love him. He said we’re just fucking, but I think I’m starting to care for him, and now I don’t know what to do.”
Robert put his arms around her in embrace, (the cup of coffee was straddling between his fingers behind her back) in an effort to comfort his sorrowful friend. He lifted his left arm to check his watch, eighteen minutes.
“I just want something more than sex, but I need that frivolity — that freedom to have fun.”
“You need to choose one or the other.”
“I don’t want to.”
At this, Robert began to feel her delicate body exert a little pressure onto him. Still buried in his arms, looked up in an attempt to meet his eyes. Sarah shoved him to the wall and brought her face up close to his. He closed his eyes and kissed her. He dropped the coffee cup and the hot liquid sprayed onto the concrete dock, rolling over to a can of cigarette butts. He brough his hands to her hips, which were wider than the rest of her body. Sarah’s breasts were modest, but long hours at the gym left her with a considerable ass.
Sarah, being older had enough experience to guide the younger Robert through, she lightly clutched his jaw and titled it to make room for her tongue, which snaked through his mouth as if his tongue were a rope she was determined to knot. She pulled at his hair as a way of telling him she wanted more.
He began moving his warm hands under her shirt, as the heat of their bodies kept them warm in the winter air. His fingers climbed up to rest on the skin of her back, as tout as the rest of her body. Her light brown lips pecked all over his face, and her hands moved down to his neck.
“Oh,” Robert gasped.
“Shh.”
Sarah bent down and dug her knees into the hard floor, leaving bruises that she would later discover. She put one hand down her pants and began to rub her pussy voraciously, and used the other to unzip Robert’s pants. He guided her around his belt and jeans; he brought his left hand to his face once more.
“Thirteen minutes,” he mumbled.
“Bet,” said Sarah and she finally pulled out his member and framed it with her lips.
This is where experience mattered. She used her tongue to massage his tip and circled his shaft. Her sinister hand moistened as she played with herself. Her lips created a Robert-sized hole in her face, and rhythmically moved her head. Robert stayed leaning back on the brick wall, unsure of what else he could do, he remained defeated, dominated by Sarah’s assertiveness. Still going, Sarah’s head bobbed like a pendulum in heat. And as a cold wind blew past them, shivers went down both their spines, adding to the pleasure.
Sarah pulled her hands out of her pants and brought all of her attention to Robert’s cock. She didn’t have much longer but she needed to make him cum — what a waste it would all be otherwise. She gripped the middle of his leg, and made his knees give out, as he sunk down into a sitting position, Sarah, pulled his legs apart and began tracing the head of his penis with her right hand, while her left explored the area between his balls and anus, expertly applying pressure where it needed to go.
“Let me teach you something.”
And with all her effort, Robert could no longer hold in his load, and came, semen splashed inside Sarah’s mouth, which she vacuumed with intensity. Licking her lips when she finished. Two and a half minutes remained in their break, which Robert nervously used to clean himself up, only now realizing how cold the outside really was. He stared at the spilt coffee and Sarah began to speak.
“Well, look what I’ve done there. This is what I’m talking about. I’m a fucking nymphomaniac. You’re barely an adult. I’m sick.”
“Don’t say that. We all have needs.”
“Fuck… Thanks. I guess. See you on the floor.”
She sat down on to catch herself as Robert got up to leave, remembering the last time he was accosted for being late. His footsteps echoed in the tall, vast back warehouse. He thought to look back and see if Sarah was heading back in before deciding not to. It wasn’t his job to help her. Only hers.
Author’s note: Another story based off a real-life experience. (Yes, I need to find healthier, more stable women to befriend)
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