An eventful month, part 2 [MF] [long] [series]

Part 2

Seeing as how I’ve been asked to keep going, here is part 2.

If you haven’t read part 1, I suggest you do so (but it may not be necessary). Here’s a link: [Part 1](https://reddit.app.link/PtmUG75cpN)

(If I messed up the link, please let me know. First time trying to do this. If anyone can tell me a better way to do it in the app, please message me and let me know)

Also, I received some requests to show what Marie looked like. I don’t have any pictures of her as this was about 15 years ago. Looking online, I found this and she was similar to the girl here: [Photo](http://imgur.com/dftKdxM) Of course the girl in the pic is a model and Marie wasn’t so, grain of salt and all.

On to the story:

As I mentioned last time, Marie and I were scheduled to work together again the next night. Needless to say, the shift was agony. We both tried to act normal so as to tip off the other employees, but there were knowing glances and innuendos when we talked and no one was around. The hours dragged by, but finally, the store closed and it was just the two of us.

We got started with the closing routine. I was doing the cleaning, etc.; she was counting the money and doing the paperwork being the supervisor and all. At one point she calls me into the office and asks me to double check her count. The office isn’t private, if you’re looking through the window and you’re in the right spot, you see all the way back into the office, there wasn’t a door or anything blocking the view. I walk back and sit down to count the money. Once seated she leans over and kisses me. After the tension of the shift, it escalated quickly to very lustful making out. She broke it off after a few minutes and said “Not now, just wait.”

The tasks are finished; we lock the doors and set the alarm; we walk to our cars. When we get to her car, the standard protocol begins: we make out, we grope each other. In what seems like no time (but was probably around fifteen minutes), Marie says “Get in your car and follow me.” I don’t need to be told twice and I go to my car and follow her.

She drives into a subdivision just around the corner from the strip mall where the coffee shop is; it’s a series of townhouses, each one exactly like the others, in a big circle and in the center is a small park. She pulls into the parking lot of the park and I pull up and park next to her; she turns off her car, hops out and slides into my car through the passenger side door.

The second she’s in the car we’re at each other. Kissing, groping, etc. She tells me to come closer to her. I start to move over and she sits up and as I settle into the passenger seat, she straddles me. Things progress from there: I pull her long black ponytail exposing her neck as I kiss it; her shirt and her bra come off; she’s grinding her pussy against my cock that is rock hard by now. I give her tits the attention they deserve. They’re big and firm, she had eraser nipples that are perfect to suck on and play with, large areolae that are a deep, dark brown. She moans and holds my face to her tits. She grinds against my cock harder and faster and I can feel the warmth from her pussy even through her pants. It’s late (like 2am) so we don’t need to worry about anyone seeing us. And at this point, we don’t care anymore.

She shoves my shoulders back against the seat taking my face away from her tits. Looking in my eyes she just says “I need it.” Her hands are at my belt and she deftly undoes my pants and pulls them down freeing my cock. Through an act of magic because to this day I don’t know how she did it, her pants were off as well and she straddles me again.

With her hand on my cock, she guides my cock to her pussy and starts to push back having my cock enter her. She was soaked and her pussy was on fire. Slowly she worked her way down my shaft letting out a huge moan as I enter her fully. “Finally,” she gasped and she takes a minute to get used to having my cock in her. She starts to move, rolling her hips like only a Latina can, her hands on my shoulders, looking me dead in the eyes. “So good; god, it’s been too long,” she moans. She picks up the pace, my hands are on her hips as I do what I can to accentuate her movements. She leans back and puts her elbows on the dashboard as she keeps riding me. This gives me the perfect view to watch her pussy slide up and down my cock. I reach out and play with her clit as she rides. A few minutes of that and she leans forward and pushes me back against the seat again and kisses me and then she really gets to work. She’s literally bouncing on my cock now. It feels amazing but I can tell at this point she is all about her. She doesn’t care what it’s like for me; she’s taking what she wants, how she wants it.

It’s animalistic at this point. She’s saying “harder,” “faster,” “fuck me,” “yes,” “make cum,” “please, I need to cum.” I’m equally vocal: “your pussy is so good,” “that’s it,” “fuck me you sexy bitch,” “cum on my cock.” It’s been a good 20/30 minutes since she impaled herself on my cock. Without warning, her pussy clamps down on my cock and she screams as she cums. The situation, her heavy breathing, and her subtle movements set me off. To the extent I wasn’t all the way in, I thrusted up balls deep and I released. I groan and my cock pulses as I empty my balls.

“That’s been a long time coming,” I said and she leans in against me and we kiss. The kisses are soft and slow; we’re both sweaty and breathing hard after the intense fucking. Both a little spent after our release. As we kiss and caress each other, as my cock is slowly softening in her, it hits me: I wasn’t wearing a condom. Shit. My head starts spinning with worry: is she on birth control, STDs. Not to mention that she’s going home to the guy she lives with with a pussy full of some other guys cum. She senses I’m starting to stress and looks at me; it dawns on her too. “Don’t worry. I’m on birth control and I haven’t slept with anyone since I got tested a few months ago.” I’m relieved, except for the whole going home to a guy with my cum in her. “It’s fine,” she says. “He won’t know and if somehow he finds out, I’ll deal with it. I can handle it.”

Somewhat relaxed, we kiss more. I start getting hard again; she notices. “I want to fuck you again right now, but we can’t. I’m late enough as it is. Next time baby,” she kisses me, “we won’t be finished for a while.” With that she gets her pants back on and slips her shirt over her head. I pull my pants back up as well. “Soon baby,” she promises and she is in her car driving away.

I drive home and pull into the drive way. It’s like 4:30 am and I have to be up at 7 for my “day job.” I go to bed and get the little sleep I can. I’m showered and dressed and get in my car to drive to work and there it is: her bra that she left on the passenger seat.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8nwbkm/an_eventful_month_part_2_mf_long_series