Darius at first was behind her while she was looking for the supplies.
She thought nothing of it.
Then she felt hands on her. Oh she thought…he’s probably just one of those handsy people, and is impatient and trying to get me to move.
Then…she noticed his hands lingering.
But she didn’t mind.
She didn’t know where this was going, but she didn’t mind.
Tall, thin Darius.
In his nice professional attire and his nice, sharp pants.
And then…it happened.
In a deft move, she felt a hand creep up underneath her skirt and pull her panties to the side.
For a moment, her vulva was open to the air, but not for long. She felt hands replaced back on her hips…and something hard…going up into her vagina.
She should have been utterly shocked. But she did not react how she though she would react to someone having intercourse with her.
She wasn’t warmed up so to speak, but the feeling of tall, Darius’s rod slowly easing and and out did not feel rough.
Pump, pump pump.
She felt herself loosening up.