When she starts to tremble and sags in my arms, I lift her clear of the ground. A quick peek around the stock room and I spy the perfect spot to place this beauty of mine. The workbench runs the length of the room, and will be the perfect height for what I’ve got in mind.
As I start to move, she stiffens in my arms, as if scared I’ll drop her. As if.
I pull my lips away enough that I can whisper, “Relax babe, I’ve got you,” into the wet cave of her mouth. This has my thoughts spiraling out of control about other parts of her that I suspect will be as wet.
Now I’m the one who’s having trouble standing.
After placing her gently on the workbench, I take a moment to admire her sheer beauty. Then I make quick work of the lacy piece of nothing that is all that’s between me and those stunning breasts of hers.
Finally faced with the objects of all those teenage dreams, I am not disappointed. Perfect, exactly like the woman herself. I lower my mouth first to one breast and then the other, sucking on the nipples, biting them. Her whimpers tell me this is doing as much for her as it is for me.
When her whimpers progress to moans, any lingering doubts are vanquished. I undo the buttons of her denim shorts, one-by-one, deliberately taking my time, building on the desire and anticipation for both of us.
When I finally plunge my tongue into her very core, I want her to climax so hard, she lifts free of the workbench. Hell, with the tension building in my balls, I won’t be far behind her.
