“You been working out?”
Tammy was caught off guard. “Not really. Why?”
“Those pants are great on your ass.” She was wearing a new pair of workout pants. They were black, accentuating her curves and lines, making Mark shift his bulge. Tammy always wore something to highlight a part of her body. It was all alluring though. She worked out. He knew it.
Mark smacked her ass just to watch her body absorb the shock. “Stop it, Asshole.” He laughed as he charged ahead of her.
“I’m going to the screen doors. I’d rather be around something bangable.” He had to move quickly though his bulge would become noticeable in his sweatpants.
“Oh I’m bangable, alright. Even by you.” She muttered. Mark missed the last part, he was already 15 feet ahead. He may be an asshole, but he was still hot. The only reason they hadn’t worked out was his attitude.
Tammy wasn’t exactly happy about Mark being there anyway. Her husband had an appointment with a big client in Tallahassee, so he’d sent this douche bag in his place. She told Mark he wasn’t needed; she could pick out new cabinets herself. She didn’t need or want her ex tagging along. Didn’t matter to her in the least that he was still friends with her husband. Jim just didn’t like the neighborhood near the home improvement warehouse.
She took care of her business and moved off to the doors to find him. “Mark!” She walked up and down the aisles to no avail.
“Mark?”
She walked into the doors/windows display zone. Doors were constructed in squares so you could walk through one & out another. The groups of four had one with glass, three without, usually. She heard a thump inside one group.
“C’mon Mark. I need to get home.” She wanted to, didn’t really need to. Jim would be home in a day or so, and she had a date with some toys.
“Psst. Tammy! Help me. I think I’m stuck.” She heard him hiss secretively.
Tammy walked around to find the door with a window. This one was tempered glass, almost see through. But Mark was there. She opened the door. “Get in here!” He hissed as he pulled her in and closed & locked the door behind her.
Mark pressed himself against her, landed a dirty kiss, and held on tight. She fought, fought a bit more, and then let her instincts take over. She kissed back, grabbed his crotch and pulled away, telling him “You’ve got 5 minutes.”
“That’s three too many, you know that.” She knelt down and pulled down hard on his pants to spring his penis from its cage. She’d remembered that he couldn’t last long with a blow job. She had learned a thing or two being with Jim, so her first move was to take him in to the hilt. Her throat was full, she gagged intentionally to make things go a bit quicker.
“Not this time, Honey.” Mark was aware of her tricks, but the throat and gag was a surprise. He pulled out, her teeth grazing his soft underside. She knew she had scraped him, and if this was going to happen, she wouldn’t be easy on him.
He picked her up, slid her pants and underwear down just far enough, and shoved himself into her. She was moist, but not wet. That part always came later for her. She was warm though. And she milked at him while they struggled against one another. She had been exercising her vaginal muscles the last few years. He liked that. A lot.
“I still hate you. Jim will too now. And I hope you don’t cum.” She was getting wetter. This was the best part of prior relationship. The hate fuck. He grabbed her arm and pushed her up against the frames of two doors.
She smacked him. Hard. “You bitch!” He said through gritted teeth as she kissed him again. His grip on her arm tightened. He thrust his hips into her as hard as he could. She bit his lip, drawing a little blood. She was much wetter now. He started to move at a reasonable, yet rough pace, her thighs and his hips smacking together louder and louder each thrust.
She scrambled off of him, scared from the sound, turned around and reached for her ankles. “You’ll never have another shot like this you worthless waste of a dick. Take it now, or die wondering.” He shoved into her pussy hard. Hitting her back wall, she reached up, grabbed his ball sack and said, “My ass you fucking idiot. My ass. It’ll be quieter.”
Mark pulled out, reached down, and put the head of his penis against her sphincter, and slowly pushed. His hate only went so far. As she relaxed and eased back into him, he pinched and pulled at the fine line of tiny hairs along the top of her ass crack. It made her clench slightly, and the sudden squeezing felt good as he nearly bottomed out in her rectum. “Knock it off Mark,” she hissed.
“You still can’t keep your crazy shit to yourself, can you Tammy?”
“Guess you’ll actually find out now, won’t you?” She retorted.
Tammy’s knees bent slightly to change her angle and allowed Mark to penetrate deeper. “Fuck me Prick. You’d better make me cum or I’ll scream for security.” Mark began to thrust in rhythm with her body’s rocking motion.
She pulled at her bra to let her tits loose. They hung, upside down, and bounced with each push from him. He was thicker than Jim, but didn’t reach as far. She pinched at her breasts. Thought of him using Mark as a punching bag.
Each push from Mark sent ripples of excitement down her legs and up her back. His girth hit other spots Jim missed. She was becoming wetter than ever before. She reached up to her clitoris. She rubbed maniacally; up and down & left and right, her fingers flinging her juices at her thighs. She bit her tongue, he grit his teeth.
Mark reached down, grabbed her long brown hair, and yanked back in unison with his orgasm and his final thrust. Her orgasm hit hard, just as Mark dumped his third big release deep in her. They collapsed in a heap.
“Jim goes to Boston in ten days.” She murmured, spitting out a bit of blood.
“McDonalds on Fifth?” He recommended.
How’s the weather in Moscow, Comrade?
Wow very hot, thanks for sharing!