The Christmas Exhibition (21 page)

             
I breathed in and out, unsure of my composure. Certain of my crotch. And perplexed by the exploding confusion which reigned in my mind.

             
“Come here,” she said, and led me deeper into the storeroom. “I know what I'm doing.” Jill turned and sat on the edge of a desk. She reached out and stroked the outline of my cock through my trousers. “Oh, baby, can I suck that?”

             
I flinched.

             
“What's wrong?”

             
I looked behind me to the door to the corridor. “What if Sean walks in?”

             
“I want him to,” Jill stated firmly, then spread her legs.

             
“Holy shit, Jill,” I said, my eyes snatched by her underwear.

             
“What, baby?”

             
I swallowed. “You... You've been dancing up there in that miniskirt... And underneath you were wearing... You were wearing...” I couldn't speak, my voice vanquished by her red underwear.

             
Jill smiled, then ran her fingers slowly through the red ruffles to either side of her pussy lips. “All day I've been airing my pussy, baby, wearing just these skimpy pair of crotchless panties.”

             
“Why?”

             
She leaned back on her elbows, dangling her boots in mid-air. “Hoping I'd get a chance to show them off.”

             
“Jesus,” I started, lowering my mouth towards her cunt, “you are a fucking slut.”

             
“Oh God,” she replied, and drove her hips forward.

             
I took Jill's clit in my mouth, nuzzling my nose against her shaven pubic hair. Her scent was glorious. Her taste strong, and moist. Her bare legs were cold against the side of my head.

             
She folded her knees over my shoulders, pulling me deeper. “That's it, baby, eat my pussy.”

             
I kissed the soft 25-year-old skin between her inner thigh and the red lace of her panties. Jill's miniskirt inched over her ass cheeks. Her tight, lithe frame rotated on the table, easing her sex against my mouth. I willingly obliged, mauling her hood with the length of my tongue. She was so fresh. So eager. So hungry. I placed my hands under her naked thighs and hauled her closer.

             
“Yes,” she whispered, drowning her pleasure in the midst of the quiet storeroom. “Oh God... I
need
this.”

             
I retreated gently from her clit and clenched her panties between my teeth, pulling one side away from her pussy. “Silence, Jill,” I insisted. “If anyone hears you, they'll come to investigate.”

             
She groaned, then ground her cunt against my stubble, the frills of her panties tickling my cheeks.

             
I lost myself in her moistness, teasing my tongue tantalisingly towards her opening, then degrading her desires into desperation as I motioned back to her beautiful clitoris. Jill's body arched, attempting to drive her lips to mine. I moved my mouth over her hood, breathing warm air upon her, then I snapped over her, shrouding her clit in my tongue. I worked ferociously around her form, finding her weakness, exploiting her vulnerability and finalising her downfall into a reckless, abandoned wanton.

             
Jill locked the underside of her knees on my shoulders, then pulled me down. I lapped at her clitoris between my tongue and teeth for seconds until I was forced to break.

             
Her face looked down. Her eyes glazed with lust and wine. “Mmmmmm,” she moaned, widening her thighs, shifting her miniskirt up to her waist and presenting her prize.

             
I pressed forward, through the crotchless gap in her panties and drove myself into her uninhibited pussy. I tongued her lip on one side from the top to the bottom, eagerly concentrating on the sealing of skin between her cunt and her anus. Jill squirmed uneasily, then relaxed as I circumnavigated her other lip, nibbling and caressing as I went. The opening of her pussy was spread before me, pulsating as if she had been craving a touch for months without respite. I inhaled the magnificent scent of her juices then lowered my mouth into her. I nestled the bridge of my nose against her shaven skin, the tip on her clit and my tongue dived inside her opening.

             
Jill wriggled on the table.

             
I rifled my lips between hers, seeking warm, monumental depths to explore.

             
Her brown leather boots hung loosely over my back, clashing against my shirt as new arousal detonated within her cunt.

             
My cock strained in my trousers, deploying an antagonising need for relief.

             
“Baby-”

             
I shushed her.

             
“Baby,” she whispered, “you're the most amazing boyfriend. I kiss another guy and you reward me by eating my pussy.”

             
“Quiet, Jill,” I said, then launched my face into her crotch with renewed enthusiasm. Her taste was a delight, honing my hunger for more.

             
She giggled.

             
I pried my mouth from her pussy, then shot a stark, warning glance to her.

             
Jill bit her bottom lip, her eyes appending an unreliable intention to curb her misdemeanours, as her legs fell from my shoulders.

             
I was drawn inextricably to her mouth, ravishing her adulterous tongue with mine. She was eager, clawing at my head, dragging me closer. Her smooches were smouldering. Heavy. Animalistic.

             
I pushed her back. Her blonde hair fell to the desk. Her gold earrings tapped off the wood.

             
“Eat me again, baby,” she whispered, as her eyes picked a spot on the ceiling.

             
I thought of the party upstairs. I felt the vibrations of the speakers through the walls. How long would it take for someone to notice we were missing? For someone to come searching?

             
“Make me cum,” she said.

             
I slithered down her chin, to her neck and kissed between her breasts, tussling with the temptation to free them from her top.
Pink's Just Like A Pill
pumped above. I looked over my shoulder to the door. It was empty. I turned to Jill's chest again. My heart pounded and my cock ached. If I could just slip each nipple in turn into my mouth... It was too dangerous. I couldn't expose her any more. We were in her goddamned place of employment!

             
“I can't believe you kissed him,” I said, watching her face for signs of regret.

             
Her chest expanded as she breathed.

             
“You actually kissed another guy.”

             
Jill's reaction was indifferent.

             
I slid my hands down the sides of her tight waist, over her hips and to her smooth, soft thighs. I studied her pussy, revealed and yet wrapped inside her crotchless panties. I flicked my eyes to her face, then noticed a dusty old mirror propped in the corner of the storeroom. It was angled to face the door. My ears relaxed, knowing I could rely on another field of surveillance.

             
“Give me your fingers.”

             
I released Jill's thigh, and placed my first two fingers over her clit, gently circling her for a few seconds.

             
She eased her hips back along the desk, making herself more comfortable and positioning the heels of each of her boots to either corner. Her legs were spread wide, inviting my fingers to enter her pussy.

             
I rubbed her clit, pausing for a split-second only to spit on her sex. She required no additional moisture, but the insult had the desired effect of increasing her frustration, building her towards an incredible, inevitable climax.

             
My cock was hurting, yearning for her insides. I peeled my free hand from her bare leg and pressed on my erection through my trousers. The relief was minimal.

             
“Fingers,” Jill whimpered.

             
The ceiling above us creaked under someone's incessant feet.

             
I yielded to her demands, switching my thumb to her clitoris, lovingly touching her with slow, deliberate rotational strokes. The fingernails of my first two fingers eased to her opening, grazing against her soaking, glistening lips.

             
“Don't tease,” she said, barely a decibel above silence.

             
I slid my fingers into her warm, wet slit.

             
Jill moaned and grabbed mightily at the edges of the desk, shaking its four legs and scraping against the floor. She panted, perspiring under the artificial lights.

             
I fumbled at the outline of my cock, desperate for freedom. For pleasure. For plunder. I ploughed into Jill's pussy, mauling her up to my knuckles. I ignored her growing discomfort. Her mumbles. Her repressed movements. Her muffled musings. My fingers bent inside her, caressing her inner sponge. My thumb pressed down on her clit. Her heels scuffed the surface of the desk.

             
I checked the mirror.

             
Her muted wails wandered dangerously closer to extrusion. To expulsion. To explosion.

             
My eyes made the mirror.

             
Jill's right leg flailed high, mounting my shoulder and obscuring my view.

             
I thought of her tongue in Sean's mouth, then I clenched the skin of her thigh between my front teeth and bit harshly upon her.

             
Her shriek was silenced by her frantic breathing. Her hand freed from the edge of the table and swiped at my head.

             
I tightened my teeth for a moment.

             
“Matt!” she cried.

             
I released her leg, slid my face along the inside of her thigh and buried my tongue on her hood, manipulating her clit in order to liberate her labia. Her sponge expanded inside her pussy. Moisture milked from her opening. I forced my fingers in and out of her at a reckless, careless pace, pounding her cunt for all she was worth. And all she was worthless. Guilty of promiscuity. Adultery. Harmful, indulgent fun.

             
“Fuck.” Her tone was sleek and snithe, sliced through gritted teeth.

             
My cock agonised in my trousers for release.

             
Jill moved her hips, gliding her clit against my mouth. Her pussy swallowing my two fingers.

             
I added a third, then a fourth. My pace fastened. My hand blurred in motion. How could she have kissed another man? Someone she claimed to despise. How had she tongued him? Allowed him to touch her inner thighs. Failed to stop him at any moment. And finally to have asked him to meet her in the storeroom. I wondered how she felt to have been stood up. To have been rejected by the son of her boss.

             
I wrenched my tongue free from her clit, and violently forced all four of my fingers inside her. I clawed at her sponge, squeezing her until her juices were building. Then I released her and returned to ramming in and out of her, my hand fucking her insatiable pussy.

             
I licked her inner thigh, wondering if Sean's hands had roamed as far at the frilly edges of her crotchless panties. Was there more she was hiding? Had he touched her? Had he felt her? Had he pressed his fingers inside her?

             
Jill suppressed an increasing murmur.

             
“Quiet,” I said, wondering if there was time to unzip my trousers, pull out my erect cock and stuff it into her pussy.

             
“I...”

             
I struggled within, posing the confinement of my trousers against the formidable possibility of discovery.

             
“Like...”

             
I stared into Jill's sex, unable to resist nature any longer.

             
“Being...”

             
I had to have her. Her pussy was too desirable. Too soaking. Too stunning.

             
“Watched.”

             
I dropped Jill's right leg from my shoulder in the same moment that I swore I heard a movement from behind. I motioned backwards from Jill. She caught the top of my head in her hand, and hauled me down to her clit. My eyes met hers. A stern glance. An insisting stare. What message was she attempting to convey? I kissed her beautiful hood, melting my mouth around her. I looked up again.