pushed the tiny digital recorder into the waist band of his undershorts. It would look too obvious in his back pocket, even as small as it was.
The bulging muscles on his back were even more delicious looking than his front, and she let her mouth hover close to his shoulder blades, flicking out her tongue and nearly touching him.
Suddenly, he turned round, and she gasped, stepping back as though she’d been caught.
“Will I see you tonight?” he asked.
Eve swallowed, looking at him looking at her, and she realised he meant something else.
“Meet me back here after your shift,” she said, embarrassed and shy now.
“You can debrief me,” he said, and flashed her a knowing smile as he pulled on his jacket.
She nearly told him to fuck off.
He opened the door and peeked out, then burst through it and trotted off to the elevator.
Eve pushed the door closed and turned round, pushing her back into it and sighing loudly. Her hand was immediately pawing at her left breast, finding and pinching the nipple through the layers of material, feeling just how big and hard it was.
Her other hand fumbled open her fly and pushed inside her panties, her middle fingers finding her wet clit and massaging it roughly as she swore out loud, lusty and breathless.
She pushed two fingers inside with so much ease it made her swear again, and she started to finger fuck her pussy with a venom that betrayed her arousal.
Her other hand worked under her blouse and into her bra, pinching the nipple directly now, twisting it from side to side as her two fingers plunged in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Her head banged against the door as her body tensed, and she closed her eyes, imagining it was his prick inside her, fucking her hard and fast against the door, his mouth on her neck, his hands on her body, nails digging in.
Eve came so hard her legs gave way and she sank down the wood to the floor, gasping and moaning, struggling for air as the moment overwhelmed her completely.
She sighed hard, and pulled her fingers out, making her shiver, before sucking them into her mouth and tasting her sex on them.
And there she sat for nearly half an hour, just trying to regain her senses, trying to recover from one of the most intense orgasms of her life.
When her head cleared, she heard her own voice speaking.
“This isn’t good,” she said. “This isn’t good at all.”
And she was right.
Two
The elevator doors squealed as they closed, engulfing Brandon in the metal car. He looked down at the massive bulge in his jeans, the shape of his rock hard prick so obviously trapped in the denim, he was one hundred percent sure she had seen it.
He couldn’t resist, and had to rub himself hard and fast, feeling just how aroused he was for her.
The sensation had crept up on him, the first time she pressed into his body and hid him from her Chief. And it just grew and grew, along with his prick, as they flirted in the equipment room. It had taken all his self control to stop from tearing her clothes off and fucking her senseless.
The doors pinged open and Brandon spilled out into the parking lot, hoping a stiff walk would wane his stiff prick.
His boots echoed around the garage, and he wandered up the ramp and across the street, jumping on a conveniently stopped bus for the ride to the station house.
He sat and stared out of the window, watching the morning sun rise above the city, watching the people waking up and heading into work, and watching the criminals stir from their slumber and skulk to their corners. Brandon lost count of the number of gang members he saw loitering, plying their drug trade, and sank into a fugue of despair for the state of the city he so loved.
As he climbed down from the bus, he became aware of the microphone taped to his chest, and he looked down to examine his vest, making sure there was no trace of its shape beneath the material. Eve had done a good job of disguising it, but Brandon knew he was a simple layer
The bulging muscles on his back were even more delicious looking than his front, and she let her mouth hover close to his shoulder blades, flicking out her tongue and nearly touching him.
Suddenly, he turned round, and she gasped, stepping back as though she’d been caught.
“Will I see you tonight?” he asked.
Eve swallowed, looking at him looking at her, and she realised he meant something else.
“Meet me back here after your shift,” she said, embarrassed and shy now.
“You can debrief me,” he said, and flashed her a knowing smile as he pulled on his jacket.
She nearly told him to fuck off.
He opened the door and peeked out, then burst through it and trotted off to the elevator.
Eve pushed the door closed and turned round, pushing her back into it and sighing loudly. Her hand was immediately pawing at her left breast, finding and pinching the nipple through the layers of material, feeling just how big and hard it was.
Her other hand fumbled open her fly and pushed inside her panties, her middle fingers finding her wet clit and massaging it roughly as she swore out loud, lusty and breathless.
She pushed two fingers inside with so much ease it made her swear again, and she started to finger fuck her pussy with a venom that betrayed her arousal.
Her other hand worked under her blouse and into her bra, pinching the nipple directly now, twisting it from side to side as her two fingers plunged in and out of her dripping wet pussy. Her head banged against the door as her body tensed, and she closed her eyes, imagining it was his prick inside her, fucking her hard and fast against the door, his mouth on her neck, his hands on her body, nails digging in.
Eve came so hard her legs gave way and she sank down the wood to the floor, gasping and moaning, struggling for air as the moment overwhelmed her completely.
She sighed hard, and pulled her fingers out, making her shiver, before sucking them into her mouth and tasting her sex on them.
And there she sat for nearly half an hour, just trying to regain her senses, trying to recover from one of the most intense orgasms of her life.
When her head cleared, she heard her own voice speaking.
“This isn’t good,” she said. “This isn’t good at all.”
And she was right.
Two
The elevator doors squealed as they closed, engulfing Brandon in the metal car. He looked down at the massive bulge in his jeans, the shape of his rock hard prick so obviously trapped in the denim, he was one hundred percent sure she had seen it.
He couldn’t resist, and had to rub himself hard and fast, feeling just how aroused he was for her.
The sensation had crept up on him, the first time she pressed into his body and hid him from her Chief. And it just grew and grew, along with his prick, as they flirted in the equipment room. It had taken all his self control to stop from tearing her clothes off and fucking her senseless.
The doors pinged open and Brandon spilled out into the parking lot, hoping a stiff walk would wane his stiff prick.
His boots echoed around the garage, and he wandered up the ramp and across the street, jumping on a conveniently stopped bus for the ride to the station house.
He sat and stared out of the window, watching the morning sun rise above the city, watching the people waking up and heading into work, and watching the criminals stir from their slumber and skulk to their corners. Brandon lost count of the number of gang members he saw loitering, plying their drug trade, and sank into a fugue of despair for the state of the city he so loved.
As he climbed down from the bus, he became aware of the microphone taped to his chest, and he looked down to examine his vest, making sure there was no trace of its shape beneath the material. Eve had done a good job of disguising it, but Brandon knew he was a simple layer
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