Wet Sheets Saga

I walked through the door to the coffee shop and walked up to the counter. I ordered my favorite iced coffee and a muffin. I sighed as I looked around waiting for my drink. My phone buzzed and I glanced at the text message. "Dinner at home. Love, Mom." Great. That ruins my plans tonight. The barista hands me my cup and I whirl around caught up in my thoughts. That was when I ran straight into him.

He had dark hair and green eyes. He stood at least a head higher than I did, even in my red bottoms. He felt as sturdy as a rock wall. And oh god, he smelled of cinnamon and soap. I must be staring like an idiot because he's frowning at me. "Oh I'm sorry. Not paying attention I guess," I managed to stammer out. He made this obnoxious sort of snort and stepped around me. Well screw it then.

I walked out onto the busy sidewalk and started heading north towards work. The sunshine warmed my face as I lifted it up. I loved the city during spring. There are these little beds of flowers along the side walk that bloom in April. Caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice he was calling after me. I stopped to look in a store window. He touched my arm and I turned. He had my wallet in his hands. It must have fallen out of my bag when I bumped into him.

I grabbed it and offered a quick thank you. I turned and kept walking the last 100 or so yards to the front door of my office building. I walked through the door and walked along the deserted hall to the ladies room like I did everyday before I hit the elevator. All of a sudden he was there. He grabbed my arm and turned me around. He leaned in towards me. I felt his mouth on mine, soft at first then more rough, demanding. His hands snaked around waist holding my still. I realized that I couldn't get away from him even if I wanted to. This thought kind of gave me a thrill. I ran my hand along the front of his shirt and rested it just above his belt. He pushed me back into the bathroom and turned the bolt. He picked me up and sat me on the counter next to the sink. He rained hungry kisses along my jawline and neck. He pulled my shirt up over my head and unhooked my bra. My nipples were excruciatingly hard with the sudden coolness that came after basically having your shirt ripped off. His mouth covered one while his hand covered the other. His tongue teased my nipple until I thought I would scream out. He must have sensed this because he gave me a small smirk. He bowed his head and started kissing my thighs. He kept kissing higher and higher until I could feel his breath on my panties. He reached up and pull them off and stuck them in his pocket. He leaned back down and kissed my lips while his hand moved to my pussy. It was dripping wet. Like literally dripping. He moaned in delight at this realization. He leaned down and replaced his fingers with his mouth. He teased and licked my throbbing clit until I thought I burst. I pulled at his belt buckle trying to free him from his pants. He chuckled and unbuttoned his slacks. He was wearing tight fitting boxers that showed off everything he had. Boy did he have it too! I ran my tongue down his eight pack abs and then onto his shaft. I encircled his dick with my hand as I lightly teased the head until I heard him groan. I nipped at his scrotum a bit before standing to bend over the counter. He slapped my ass roughly as he thrust inside me. It felt like the heavens were falling all around me as his dick slid in and out of my wet pussy. He pumped harder and harder as I approached delicious orgasm. Soon I felt it wash over me. He came inside me the next instant in exquisite last few thrusts. As I recovered, he dressed. When he opened the door, I asked his name.

"Michael," was all he said before he disappeared into the still deserted hallway.