Closest Encounter by E.G. Wiser Page B

Denise, Brian and Scott were all found together in the parking lot.”
    “Must have been a big car.”
    “They weren’t in a car. Just in the parking lot.”
    “All right then.”
    “Mila and Tanisha were found doing things in a car, though.”
    “I’ll be honest. I’ve actually lost count at this point.”
    “Yeah. I don’t even remember all their names anymore. But they’re all gone now for one count or another of inappropriate behavior while on duty. Maybe it’s from that thing we got in the warehouse that you’re here to see, or maybe there’s something wrong with either our water supply—
    “Or your human resources department.”
    “Either way, they’re gone. I’m all that’s left.”
    “Interesting,” she said. “So what’s wrong with you? Are you a eunuch? Did you have your genitalia torn off in a tragic bull fighting accident or something?”
    She felt a little bad as soon as she had said it, but Brad did not seem to take offense. He smiled broadly, looked down at his feet again and said, “No. I just never found myself that attracted to anyone here… Until now, I mean.”
    It occurred to her then that maybe he wasn’t looking at his feet. She followed his gaze to the pronounced bulge in his pants. He was no eunuch—that was for sure.
    “Oh God,” she said.
    “I’m sorry,” he said, shifting a bit on his long legs.
    “Oh don’t be,” she said, taking a small step forward. What happened next was confusing enough to her as it happened and even harder to make clear in the numerous reports and forms she would have to fill out and file later.
    She placed her hand upon the impressive bulge in his pants, felt the substantial fleshy shaft straining against the fabric then undid his belt and pants, releasing his cock. She was not disappointed. It fairly sprang from its containment, a droplet of pre-cum already forming like dew at the tip. The palm of her hand ran across the bulbous head, spreading its ready lubricant across the soft skin.
    “I think we should get this out of the way,” she said into the hot skin of his neck. “For the sake of the investigation…”
    “All right,” he croaked, unbuttoning the seven buttons of her blouse with admirable efficiency.
    “Otherwise I’ll just be thinking about this the whole time I’m supposed to be investigating,” she said, running her hand loosely up and down the length of him.
    “Agreed,” he said, his hands sliding across her skin, cupping her breasts, letting her stiff nipples slip into place between his fingers. His palms felt good and real and warm to her. They belonged there. But they belonged a lot of places.
    She arched her back, pressing her torso against him as she wrapped her hand more firmly around his cock now, sliding up and down as his soft lips grazed her forehead and the bridge of her nose, before finally finding her mouth.
    His tongue slipped between her lips, slid gently across her teeth and tongue while his fingers continued to caress and knead her breasts with a perfect combination of gentleness and intent.
    Her own tongue found his mouth warm and perfect. Immediately she loved the taste of him, the feel of his skin, the faint bristle of his chin, the hot curiosity of his hands. One of those hands left her breasts, slid farther down across her ribs and belly, across the soft brush of her pubic hair, to split at last the hot, wet lips that had been waiting—not quite patiently—for the touch of some part of him.
    His fingers opened her. She sighed hard against his neck, pushed him gently away, but not to stop him. Not exactly.
    She fell to her knees, teased her tongue across the head of his cock for a moment before sucking the whole of him into her mouth. She felt him gasp. She felt it in his flesh, in the hands that clenched into her hair, in the hot air that surrounded them.
    Already there was the saltiness of him on her tongue. Already there was the tenseness of his entire body, the cords of his muscles