The Phone Booth – Part 2
His hand slid inside her jacket and squeezed her hard nipples. Though the sheer fabric of her blouse and sheerer fabric of the sexy bra she was wearing, her nipples strained for release. If anyone could see through the steamed-over windows of the phone booth they would see how aroused she was. Her nipples were long and hard and he squeezed and twisted them as he ground his pelvis against her. Through the fabric they were hard and pronounced; as part of her body they were like lightning rods, absorbing his sexuality, channeling it through her body to her groin. The electricity she felt caused her legs to quiver and she leaned back against him, opening herself to his touch.
He slipped his erection from his pants and guided it into her from behind. She was so moist. She was always so moist. She moaned as he entered her, her breathing getting faster and faster. He had brought her from annoyance to being bothered to the verge of orgasm in minutes. The idea of fucking right here in public excited her and she was thankful for the steamed up windows. How decadent. How bold and brazen. How exciting!
The heat on the confined space was palpable and she could feel the moisture running down her leg. Was it sweat? Was it her juices? Was it his? She wasn’t sure, but she didn’t care. All she thought about now was that glorious orgasm she felt building inside her. All the stimuli so far had her right on the edge. She needed very little to be pushed over the edge to that explosion that left her floating with a smile on her face, total relaxation of her muscles, like a flower floating on a quiet lake.
“I thought I would never get here”, he groaned.
“I thought you weren’t coming this year”, she panted.
“And miss my time with you?, I took vacation time and flew here on my own dime. We haven’t missed this conference for 8 years.”
Her thoughts floated to years past. All the steamy nights, the candlelight dinners, the wild dancing, the endless nights, filled her senses. The memories of multiple orgasms, boundaries stretched, untold experiences felt for the first time flooded her mind and she began to cum. The thoughts of all the previous years carried her to another high with the very real body deep inside her. Memories and the real hard, pulsing cock deep inside her combined to push her over the edge; and she welcomed the explosion inside her with a scream he didn’t try to muffle. He was climaxing himself and shook as he clung to her; no longer squeezing her nipples or groping for her satin covered breasts or legs, but he clung to her. Holding her so that neither of them would collapse.
“It’s been a year and no word from you”, she said as she regained her composure. “I thought you had forgotten.”
“Forget the sexiest woman I’ve ever met?”, he asked incredulously. “We meet every year this week for the best week of the year. How could I forget the best lover I have ever known?”
Finally her thoughts came back to the present. The conference. Her argument with her boyfriend, back home.
What was she to do now? What was she to do about her boyfriend? Particularly now that John was here to fulfill her every fantasy…at least for the next few days. Maybe she was just intended to enjoy her stay in this great city. A little greater now that HE was here.
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