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Why I Love My Job…

Posted on November 27th, 2006 in Carnal Confessions, Sensual Sundays

"Dammit, I dropped my keys in the back room somewhere and now I can't find them" he huffed, sauntering over.

I looked up from the stack of paper I was sorting through and then to the clock.

"Well it's almost break time. I'll come help you look for them if you like."

"That would be sweet of you" and he grinned that sly grin that makes me want to kiss him. I didn't, however, and we headed down from the office towards the storage bays.

We chatted about his upcoming move. He seemed irritated that he hadn't been able to find a place to live more locally. We discussed the current housing market and the lack of affordable places to rent.

It was the wee hours of the morning, most of the interior lighting was shut off to save on power. The back rooms were very dimly lit but there was sufficient light for locating lost keys. The storage bays were like a maze of boxes and pallets and random equipment, it was going to be difficult to find anything back there.

"I think they must be over here somewhere" and he began pulling out boxes from what looked like a mountain of them. I started looking in the general area that he had indicated. The stack of empty pallets seemed a likely place for keys to be hiding.

After several minutes of unsuccessful searching I stood up from the open bin I was rifling through. I didn't see him standing over me and we collided and then laughed. A pause passed between us and I pushed a few stray strands of hair back from my face, giggling uncertainly. He looked at me with those eyes that make me feel weak and before it started to feel awkward he took my face in his hands and presses his lips against mine.

I felt myself turn to liquid and melt against him. His tongue gingerly traced my lips, his hands trailing down my arms to my waist and pulled me against him. My lack of resistance seemed to be all the encouragement he needed and his mouth became more aggressive, but still gentle, on mine. I ran my fingers up his chest and back down. The smell of him was intoxicating. I could feel the familiar tingle between my legs and I was certain that my panties would be soaked for the rest of the night.

He pulled away, and I start to protest but then his lips were on my neck and his hands griped my ass hard and all I could do was let my head fall back with a soft moan. He lifted me easily onto the stack of boxes behind us, and we kissed again, more urgently. His fingers slid over my hips to find the hem of my shirt, and then they were underneath and his hands were against my skin and I shivered with anticipation. His hands were calloused from years of hard working, but they somehow seemed softer against the sensitive flesh of my cleavage.

He pushed my shirt up over my breasts and unclasped the front of my bra. His hands were insistent, but not rough, and my nipples became as hard as little pebbles under his touch. His lips and tongue trailed over my skin as he worked his way down over my collar bone. It was all I could do not to cry out while he sucked and teased me into a frenzy. I felt my skin flush, my body was on fire, I had never wanted anything so badly as I wanted him in that moment.

He paused long enough for me to tug his shirt over his head. He was beautiful, he looked tan despite the winter, and I admired his strong chest and his well toned arms. A girl could happily spend hours and hours wrapped up in those arms. I tangled my fingers in his dirty blond hair and pulled him back up to kiss me. I wanted to kiss him forever...

And then he was unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down my legs and I leaned forward to fumble with his his belt. We didn't have much time left. The cardboard was cold against my rear end but I hardly noticed. My hands found his bare cock and I stroked his length. He muffled a groan against my neck, his hands pulling me to the very edge of the box. There was a moment, he looked into my eyes, and I into his. I smiled and nudged his nose with mine, to reassure him that I was ok. He grinned softly, his hands running up my thighs, and then he kissed me again and slid his cock into my wet slit. I whimpered into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist. He held me tight against him and kissed my cheek and then my ear. We were still like that for a minute, just drinking each other in and never ever wanting it to end.

I leaned back slightly and he started to slowly thrust into me. It was passionate and sensual, and frantic and needy. I buried my face against his broad shoulder to keep from screaming while he grunted and panted into my ear. My fingertips dug into his back and I held onto him like there was no tomorrow.

There was just us, nothing else in the world but him and I and our sweating entangled bodies. It was one of those rare moments when time stands still and you can think of nothing else but the pleasure in every second. The earth could have split open beneath us and we would not have noticed. We were so entranced with each other that all the rest of existence fell away.

His big hands were on my lower back and his hips were ramming against the insides of my thighs. I could tell that he was getting closer. His muscles strained and with a few final thrusts and a guttural moan he came and leaned against me, trying to catch his breath. I stroked the back of his head and nibbled his neck. After a moment he stepped back and smiled at me sheepishly. I just grinned and pulled his mouth to mine for another kiss before we had to get ourselves back in order.

I straightened out my hair and affectionately swatted his bum. He laughed and we kissed again before leaving the storage room. I wondered if anyone would notice the considerable puddle I left on that one box...

Incidentally, we never did find his keys until the next break ;)

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