CHAPTER TWO — DAVID
I look down at the stopwatch app on my phone.
Four minutes and forty seconds. I glance at the street.
Is she going to make it? I'll be honest, I'm hoping she doesn't. It would be so easy to lie and just say that she didn't make it in time, but I'm a man of honor and integrity, so I'm giving her the full five minutes and an extra thirty seconds, because I'm generous like that.
I glance from my phone to the street. Still no Stephanie.
I start imagining all the things I'd like to do to her, and my cock stiffens.
This is crazy. I just came in her less than twenty minutes ago, and I'm already getting hard again.
The last time I was this horny was probably in my teens or twenties, but she makes me feel that way again.
Oh, God. I flash back to how she looked, bent over, arms against the window, my cock going in and out of that tight, perfect cunt, the way she stretched around me. I feel my cock ache, and a sort of feral desperation overcomes me.
My mind starts to wander. I start thinking of a wicked fantasy, bending her over in front of all these people…
I'm interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat. I look up, and it's her. I look into those wide eyes of hers and can't help but smile.
I glance back down at my phone. 5:27.
"Fuck."
"Did I make it?" she asks sweetly.
I drink her in. The first thing I notice is her disheveled hair. I can't help but feel a small hint of pride, knowing I'm the cause of that.
Then my eyes drift to her flushed cheeks. Fuck, I love making her flustered. Then they go to her full lips. She bites her lower lip, and I feel my cock ache in my pants. Goddamn.
She can do just the smallest thing, and it throws me off-kilter. I continue admiring her, taking in the way her haphazardly thrown-on dress hangs on her body.
It drapes across her breasts, hugging them. I can see one of her nipples faintly poking through the fabric, and my cock hardens again. I can't believe how delirious she's making me. Thank God I'm not around her most of the day, or I'd never get anything done. My eyes keep traveling.
Her dress sticks to her skin, which is dusted with a light sheen of sweat. Was that from the sex, or from running here? The latter, I'm assuming, based on the way she's panting.
Her shapely thighs, though, in addition to sparkling with sweat, also have what might appear to other people to be a mysterious white substance streaked across them. My balls swell, and a type of hunger comes over me. I know what that substance is. It's my seed, dried on her leg for all to see.
A primal impulse starts to flood my body.
My heart races faster, and everything starts to look a bit red.
All of my previous thoughts are pushed out of my mind and forcefully replaced by an image of Stephanie, completely naked, bent over right now in front of all these people, while I ram into her tight little cunt and show everyone who she belongs to.
Fuck. My cock strains harder against my pants as I think about wrapping her hair around my fist again. And using it like a rein as I pump her lithe little body full of more cum than she can handle, overwhelming her until she can't stand straight.
God, I need to get out of here. If I'm here even one second longer, I might do something I'll regret.
"I need to go," I say abruptly. "I'll see you at home."
I turn and leave.