Stephanie braced herself against the wall, pushing back against the hammering being done to her ass. She stifled a moan and a scream as Bryan pummeled her mercilessly from behind. She wasn’t sure how she got here, in the same stairwell where they had had their first encounter, but she was thoroughly enjoying his cock plunging into her. It was a surreal feeling, knowing she was finally getting the pounding she so desperately needed and wanted, but she wasn’t feeling it like she had with past lovers. It felt good, for sure, but not quite there. She shook the feeling off and leaned her head forward, trying to enjoy it. The pumping became less intense, like Bryan was stopping, and she wondered why. She could barely feel him any more. She turned her head to look at him, and he was gone. The next thing she was aware of was a small voice saying “mom”! Steph’s eyes fluttered open, and she saw her daughter looking at her. Damn. It had been a dream. They would explain the ethereal feeling of the whole encounter. “Yeah baby?” she asked, smiling to hide her embarrassment and shame at the resent she had for her daughter pulling her away from him. “Can you get me some breakfast?” her daughter asked. “Sure” said Steph wearily. “Just give me a minute, ok?” “Ok mom!” her daughter said as she scrambled out of the room. Steph moved to get up and was suddenly aware of just how wet the dream has gotten her. She muttered a low “shit” and hurriedly got up to change into dryer underwear. She’d had plenty of sex dreams before, but nothing as intense as that. She’d woken up wet before, but most times waking up from a dream like that just made her feel like she needed to pee. She tried to clear her head and moved on to helping her family.
It was the weekend, and her encounter with Bryan earlier in the week had dominated her thoughts since then. She vacillated between feelings of guilt and rushes of lust, wanting it to happen again. Dreams like this certainly hadn’t helped. Communication with Bryan was… ok. They had spoken and he had praised her skills and told her how much it meant to him, with hints of wanting to do it again, but he had taken a noticeable step back. She was worried that she had ruined a good friendship by seizing on the opportunity to bag him, but he assured her that wasn’t the case. She went about her business, periodically checking her phone for messages. She was disappointed to not find any, but figured he was busy. It was the weekend, after all. Family time. Her husband eventually woke up. “Hi” he sleepily said and gave her a light kiss. Then the kids were all over him, as usual. She smiled, but instantly felt guilt over betraying this wonderful man who adored her so. She adored him too, to be fair, but he had always been the safe bet in a world of risks. She loved the risk, but she never saw any of her past boyfriends as anything other than unreliable. Her husband was always stable, and always there. She missed the rush and thrill of irresponsibility, but always put those feelings aside in place of security. She sighed and went about her day. The weekend passed I uneventfully, and as always, Monday came too soon. But Monday meant Bryan. Monday meant seeing him. Being near him.
She eagerly stood watch at the swarms of people coming into the building, almost rocking on her heels. Then.. there he was. All smiles and eye contact. Her heart fluttered, and she smiled and waved at him. He gave her a wink and a look down “What was that” she barely had time to wonder as she followed his eyes down. Her eyes went wide as she saw the rough outline of his obviously hard dick straining against his slacks. She quickly looked up, turning red. He laughed to himself and kept on his way. She went about her day until she could get to her phone. He had left her a message:
B: that was AWESOME! Totally worth the effort of getting myself worked up in the car.
S: are you nuts? What if someone else saw?
B: let them look. They can’t have it. Only you can.
S: stop! You’re evil.
B: I know. And you like it.
S: maybe. You’re terrible
She couldn’t get the vision of his manhood straining against his pants out of her mind, especially since she had seen it, felt it, and had it in her mouth not more than a week ago. She flushed and tried to be nonchalant. Later that day, her messaged her again:
B: hey, you know this building inside and out. Where can a guy get some privacy?
S: I know a few spots. There’s a level of the parking garage that doesn’t get a lot of use. Why?
B: you know why. ?
S: … what did you have in mind? I don’t know how comfortable I am doing.. that.. somewhere public again.
B: oh, not that. Just a place to see you. To say hello.
S: oh. Well, like I said, the stairwell on the level of the parking garage no one uses. We’ve had to kick squatters out of there once or twice since no one goes there.
B: be honest. Do you want to see me alone again?
S: yes.. but I’m not sure what would happen. Maybe nothing. Maybe we’d get too embarrassed or self aware.
B: could you meet me there this afternoon? Maybe around 2:00?
S: sure. I think so.
B: you can totally say no, you know.
S: no, I will.
B: see you then.
The next couple of hours just dragged and dragged. Time seemed to stand still. Steph caught a case of mild shivers, she was so nervous. She stayed away from coworkers, afraid they’d notice her quivering. The time came and she slowly made her way to the stairwell. When she got there.. he wasn’t there. It was 2 minutes after 2:00. She fully expected to see him there, and she was surprised to be there all alone. She pulled out her phone to look for messages. Nothing. She went to put it back into her pocket when it buzzed:
B: close your eyes. Just stand still facing the wall.
S: ok?
She put her phone in her pocket and nervously faced the wall. Seemingly out of nowhere, he was behind her. His arms were suddenly around her and his mouth was on the back of her neck. He kissed her lightly and moved to her ear. “Hi there” he whispered. “Bryan…” she whispered, trailing away as he covered her neck in kisses and nibbles. “I thought about you all weekend” he said, running his hands all over her sides and pulling at her shirt. “I was thinking about you too” she said. Hesitantly she said “don’t you feel bad? We’re married to other people.” He kissed and stroked her side lightly. “I guess so. But she’s not you. There’s no one like you. You are perfect.” She made a feeble attempt to push back and turn herself around, but her body and mind weren’t in it. In fact, she just found herself pushed up against his front, his hard cock poking into her. She sighed and leaned her head back as he aggressively kissed her neck and moved his hand dangerously close to her breasts. “I won’t do anything you don’t want to” he said. She turned her head to look into what she could see of his face. She kissed him lightly and brought his hand fully on to her left breast. She moaned lightly as he squeezed it. She didn’t realize how big his hands would be, but he fully engulfed her, fitting nicely over the surface of her. She moaned again as he gave another squeeze and tug at her nipple. She pulled away and turned around. He looked at her quizzically and asked if she was ok. “Yes” she said, and began to unbutton her shirt. He watched in amazement as she deftly removed it and unhooked her bra. She leaned back and waited. On cue, he reached forward and pulled it slowly off. Of course, she had her always present cami, but she quickly pulled down the straps, exposing her chest fully to him. “Wow” he lightly breathed, and moved his hands to cup both of them. She sighed as he began teasing them with his fingers. He moved forward and kissed her neck as he caressed her and lightly pinched and rugged at her nipples. She moaned and gasped as he gave gave an especially sharp tug. He moved his kisses lower and lower until he had a nipple in his mouth and the other in his hand. He gave them licks and nibbles and occasional light tugs with his teeth. Steph was in ecstasy. He has obviously had practice at this. He moved from one to the other, doing much the same. She ran her fingers through his hair and watched him work. She could feel herself getting wet and could only imagine how hard he was. Suddenly he was working at her belt. “Oh my…” she was able to get out before he had it undone. He stood up and looked into her face. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Yes” she whispered. She pulled him to her and kissed him. It was the first rime their lips had met, and the sparks were there. They kissed closed mouthed at first, with the occasional flick of tongues against lips. Soon their tongues were exploring each other’s mouths. He caught hers with his and lightly sucked and pulled on it. It was different and new. She’d never been kissed like that, but she liked it. He let his hand run all over her top half as they kissed, occasionally touching around her waist and slightly under her pants. She took the initiative and undid her pants, stepping back and letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, while also managing to push her boots off. She stood there in a neon green thong, pulled down cami, and socks, looking nervously at him. “I shouldn’t be the only one exposed here” she said with a nervous smile. “But you’ve seen all of me” he said. “Not all of you.” She tugged at his shirt and untucked it, pulling it up over his chest. “Can’t teach all the way, can you?” he laughed and pulled his shirt fully off. “Shut up” she said, and took his body in. She saw a nicely shaped torso with obvious signs of gym time. He was slightly hairy, but not too much so. She ran her hands over his chest, and he moved back in. He kissed her and moved his hands to her ass, squeezing it gently. He put his fingers under the thing and explored all of her ass. He pulled away and looked at her. “How could I have been so blind all this time?” he said, and moved in to kiss her neck. She smiled and stroked the back of his head. His exploring eventually led his hand to the front of her thong. She let out a small gasp as he deftly slipped a finger over her clit through her underwear. She felt herself herself get wetter as he massaged it in slow circles. She lightly clawed his back as he slid her panties to the side and did the same, this this time pulling back her hood and stroking the clit itself. She moaned into his ear and let out a small “fuck”. He made faster swirls and slid a finger barely between her lips. She felt weak at his touch, almost feeling like she could cum right then and there. His hands moved up to the top of her thong and slowly pulled it down. She stepped out of it, still ridiculously in her socks, but otherwise as naked as could be. “I want to return the favor” he said. “What?” she asked, feeling stupid. “The favor from last week” he said. Finally it connected. “Oh” she said. “Umm. Ok.” He gathered up his shirt and her uniform and laid them down into a very makeshift sheet for her to lay down on. She anxiously lowered herself to the ground, shaking a bit from the chill on her body, and the coldness of the floor. He kneeled down between her legs and lightly ran his finger down her inner thigh to her pussy. He slightly slid his finger inside, then pulled it out to trace up her thigh on the other side. She was nervous. “Are you sure this is the place for romance?” she laughed. “I understand” he said, smiling and lowering himself to his stomach between her legs. He pulled back her hood and started licking her clit. He gave it a few light flicks before running circles around it with his tongue. He has definitely done this before, she thought. Then he wrapped his lips around her clit and began swirling in earnest. She quivered and grabbed at his hair. She looked down at him, her face taut with pleasure. “Yes” she lightly moaned. He must have taken that as a cue, because suddenly he was sucking on her and swirling his tongue fiercely now. She moaned and panted grabbing at his hair and arching her back. Steph could barely think straight, his skills were so strong. He was consistent and relentless with his rhythmic licking. Soon, she felt her body flex and flood with pleasure. She moaned and muttered another “yes” as she came. He lightened up his pace, but he didn’t stop. “Holy shit” she thought as he started ramping up the oace again. She hadn’t been eaten like this in years. Her husband had always assumed that once she came, that was enough. Little did he know that her favorite lovers were tireless pleasure givers. She had sorely missed the feeling of riding wave after wave of pleasure with a lover with his head between her legs. She came again, shaking and moaning. “Fuck, Bryan” was all she could say as he kept swirling and sucking on her. She laid back and enjoyed the tongue lashing until she created another wave and came once again. She looked down at him, her mouth open and panting. “How do you keep going?” she asked. He let go long enough to chuckle, then wrapped his lips around her again. This time, he hummed as he licked and swirled. She leaned her head back and moaned. This new development added another layer of pleasure as the vibrations along with the tonguing made her sensitivity go into overdrive. She arched her back and came again. She barely got out a whispered “ok.. ok.. fuck” and he relented. She laid there recovering with her mind racing. “Bryan. Bryan. Wow” was all she could say. “I aim to please, he nonchalantly said, and kissed her. She smelled like her. He tasted like her. She found she did not care. She kissed him back and embraced him. “You ok?” he asked? “Yes”, she said, finally recovering. “I hope I can see you again soon” he said. He reached down for his shirt. “What are you doing?” she asked, perplexed. “I said I was returning the favor” he said, laughing. “No” she said. “No no no”. “What?” he laughed. “You can’t do that to me and not get anything” she said. “I can if I wanted to make you feel good” he said. She quickly got to her knees. “This would make me feel good” she said, scrambling to undo his belt. “Whoa” he said. “I don’t think we should have sex. Not now.” “I didn’t say we had to have sex” she said. Honestly, she wasn’t sure she could handle sex in her current state. And even with all that had been going on, she wasn’t sure she was ready for that leap, as inviting as it sounded. She undid his belt, his pants and zipper, and pulled them and his underwear down.
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