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” I have to pee,” I replied.

Lucky for me there was a public restroom on one end of the parking lot. It even had flush toilets,

sinks and toilet paper. It was dark and cool. The concrete floor smelled like the creek I had

crossed. I cupped cold water (there was only cold) in my hands and threw it over my face several

times, letting it drip down my neck onto my chest.

There was a cracked mirror above the sinks. My face in the mirror was flushed and the pupils of

my eyes seemed enormous. I didn’t recognize myself. This was a wild woman. I tore off my

soaked T-shirt and washed under my arms, drying with paper towels. Wearing the extra T-shirt I

headed into the bright sunlight towards Dave. He was standing by a black car, and his hair was

wet. I assumed it was from the sinks in the men’s room.

He suggested we head back to a motel as his flatmates were home as were mine. With no traffic it didn’t take long to get to a dodgy little motel he knew on Great South Road. The air

swished by the windows. I leaned my head against the car door.  He opened the

door for me, pulled my backpack out of the back seat, and put it on.

” I enjoyed it too,” I said.

I went immediately for the shower, stripping as I went.

It seemed like I was in the shower for an eternity. The water was cooling by the time I stepped

out. I put a big soft towel around my head and another around my body. I rinsed out my mouth in

the sink with some free mouthwash and walked into the bedroom to dress for dinner.

Dave was sitting in the side chair with bare feet resting on the bed. He was wearing different

clothes and looked clean.

” How did you get in here?” I asked, astounded.

” Extra key,” he said, unhelpfully.

I stepped back but he was in front of me, close to me, before I could breathe. He took the towel

off my head and pushed my bangs out of my eyes with his hand. I can’t explain why my body did

it, but my hands went around the back of his neck and pressed his lips to mine. The towel slipped

down of course.

I was immediately pulled full length hard and naked against his body and his tongue was deep in

my mouth. I pulled back my head to breathe. He held my shoulders at arms length and stared me

up and down.

” Oh my God you are something,” he said. “You are a little art deco nymph.”

” Now that’s a line I’ve never heard before,” I said.

I wasn’t sure art deco nymphs were considered attractive in this century. However, Dave had let

go of me and was stripping off his clothes faster than I’d every seen a man strip. He was proudly

naked, dripping cock against his belly before I could blink. I was frozen in fascination, hands

crossed over my breasts.

He uncrossed my hands, bent his head down and took most of one 32C in his mouth. He rolled

his tongue round and round the tip of it, fondling the other with his other hand. I sighed.

” Dave.”

He raised his head and those clear blue eyes pinned me.

” Yes.”

This conversation was familiar. Not sure from where, however.

” Dave, if we’re going to do this we need a condom,” I said.

” I have one.” He reached down and pulled a gold foil packet out of his discarded shorts.

He placed it on a night stand.

” Don’t worry Lauren,” he said. “We’re just going to do this once. It will be fun. No one else will

every know.”

” It’s cheating,” I said. “And if HR found out we could both get fired.”

” Think of it as supplementation, not cheating,” he said. “Think of how good it feels.”

Dave pulled the bedspread off and we were finally tangled on the bed skin to skin. There was so

much skin to feel. Arms against arms, warm soft hair on his legs against my smooth ones. His

warm back was smooth under my fingers. He rolled us sideways and put both hands on my

He curled his fingers into my hair and pulled my

head up and down slightly. I rolled my tongue around his hard, smooth cock. My head bobbed,

again and again, as he pulled me up and down faster and faster. I reached my hands out, one

around the part of his cock not in my mouth and the other lightly cupping his balls. His balls were

getting harder and tighter. I was dripping wet onto the end of the bed.

” No, wait,” he gasped . He pulled my head up entirely.

He guided my body around with his arms and positioned me on leaning on the bed, facing away

from him. Leaning over me, he pushed my body suddenly toward the headboard with my face

down toward the sheets. Then placing his hands on my waist, he pulled my hosted.x-art.com