The pink polyester slid from her shoulders and pooled at her feet. Richie scanned her slowly from ankle to shoulder, thanking God and everyone else he could think of for the bus breaking down that day. She was all creamy skin in white lace, garters and stockings. He never would have guessed that this is what her uniform had covered. She was like some sort of erotic barbie come to life. And she was all his. At least for tonight anyway.
Letting out a low whistle, he took a step forward. She could have been a centerfold in Playboy or Penthouse or any of a number of other magazines. “Darlin’ you should not be working here. Your picture should be in magazines or something.”
Blushing, she dipped her head slightly, “well, I don’t know about the magazines, but you’re right about not working here.” She held out her hand, “let’s not talk about that now though, okay?”
He nodded and took her hand, “whatever you want darlin’.” He dipped his head and, finally, finally he got a taste of those luscious pink lips. She was as sweet as he hoped, and there, he thought as he angled his head slightly, there was the heat he knew would be lurking at the edges.
Taking a step as her flavor flooded his senses, he pressed her against the locker, dragging her thigh up to his hip, grinding against her where they stood. He was so hard he was sure his dick was going to burst out of his pants on its own.
Her body arched and she pressed against Richie’s chest when her back hit the cool metal. He was all heat and long lines against her. Her hands slid under his shirt, pushing it up, forcing him pull to his mouth from hers to tug it off. She roamed his surprisingly smooth chest, her fingers ruffling the few hairs he had there; worrying the tight, male nipples, circling them with a fingertip.
His quiet, impatient groan tickled her and she slid her hands up and over his shoulders, tracing circles on his hard biceps. His skin was hot and his tan lingered, or maybe that was just his natural skin tone, it didn’t really matter. God he was nothing like those other boys she had been with. He was all man and he was hers for the night. Lowering her leg she slithered down to her knees; her mouth leaving a hot trail from his nipples to his navel.
He braced himself against the locker, hands widespread so he could look down and watch how she was slowly killing him. Her warm breath and soft lips were going to have him cumming in his jeans if she didn’t hurry the fuck up already. When her tongue dipped into his navel he nearly lost it. “Darlin’…” he didn’t get to finish the thought. Her mouth moved lower, nibbling along the hard length of him trapped behind the heavy denim.
She purred against him, thrilled at his size. But could she take him all in her mouth? She was going to find out. As she nuzzled him, her hands roamed down his long legs and back up to finger his button and zipper. Looking up her excitement kicked up a notch, clearly she was driving him as crazy as he’d made her that afternoon.
Watching her through hooded eyes, his hands curled into fists against the locker trying not to just rip his pants open and bury his cock in her mouth. He didn’t know what it was about this little blonde beauty, but she was making him ten kinds of crazy. He opened his mouth to say something and then stopped and his whole body went very still. Her tongue was teasing his head where it had pushed itself out of his jeans and the click of his zipper seemed as loud as his heartbeat.
Before he could take a breath, her mouth was all around him. The flat of her tongue hugged him as she slid him further into her mouth. Would she be able to take all of him? He hadn’t found a woman who could yet, and it wasn’t for lack of trying. He blew out a low string of curses as her mouth moved again, his head knocking at the back of her throat.
Relaxing her jaw and her throat she took him as far as she thought she could. Christ there was so much of him. Sliding her head back she wrapped her hand around him, moving it in tandem with her mouth.
He couldn’t help but watch her. She had nearly every inch of him in her mouth. Flexing his hips he wanted to see if he could get her to take it all. “Fuck Billie,” he groaned. “Come on you can do it” he urged as he looked down at her.
She raised her eyes to his as her lips moved back and forth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked him. Giving a slight nod, she relaxed even more and waited.
He pumped his hips again, and this time, the entire length of him disappeared into her mouth. “Good Christ” he groaned, it was better than he ever imagined. Unable to ignore his body’s natural urge, he pumped his hips, fucking her pretty mouth.
When he felt her hand caressing his sac he forced himself not to move any faster. He was this close to blowing his load and he didn’t want to choke her. Her grip on his hips tightened and her low groan vibrated through him. He closed his eyes, he couldn’t stop it. “Billie...” He pumped his hips faster. “Darlin’... fuuck!” He let go, flooding her throat in long spurts.
She swallowed every drop, sucking gently as he continued to throb in her mouth.
Forgetting where he was, he let his head drop back. It hit the locker with a loud clang. “Shit!”
She jerked back, letting him slip from her lips. “Are ya all right?”
He closed his eyes, rolling his head against the cool metal. Fuck it all. “Yeah.” He looked down at her, “come up here.”
Her body slid along his as she rose to her feet. His lazy grin answered the question she was about to ask. “So, was that good for you?”
