You and I write to each other, telling each other all the things we want to do together.  We’ve wanted each other for so long.  We meet.  We make awkward small talk – wanting to touch, to kiss, to suck, to fuck – but we don’t have the time.  We have lunch and we kiss.  As I touch you, my mind wanders. All I want is you.

 

Lunch is over. You have to go to work. I have a meeting. We step out onto the street to hail a cab. We stand and smoke and wait. I look at you and can only think about is touching you, kissing your face, neck, chest, touching you between your legs, I want to feel you. I don’t know what you’re thinking but I hope you’re thinking the same thing.

 

We’re in the cab. We’re riding back to your office. I can’t take my eyes off you – your face, you eyes, your lips. I want them all; but every minute we drive is a minute closer to having to say goodbye. I lean against you. Your body feels good. Feeling me against you is too much. Your hand is on my thigh, rubbing toward my hip. We kiss. We have to be together – there’s no way for us not to be at this point.

 

“I have to have you,” You kiss into my ear. I squeeze your cock and so you know I feel the same way. The taxi is only a few blocks from your office. You rub my breast through my shirt. I push myself against your hand. “Oh my god P,” I say, “we need to go somewhere. Fuck my job, I can be late.” I look at my phone. There’s more than an hour before my meeting. I look at you. I want you. I kiss you.

 

We tell the driver to pull into the underground car park at your office. You give him $50 to leave us alone for an hour. He can keep the keys. He begins to protest. I give him another $50. He looks at us, looks at the money and smiles. He finds a secluded section of the lot and parks the car. “Get going,” I tell him, and he heads toward the elevators. We are alone. The setting may be inelegant but at this point it doesn’t matter. We need to be together.

 

60 minutes. Our mouths are together in a flash. Neither of us can keep our mouths still as we find ways to press them tighter and closer together. Our tongues are everywhere. Your mouth is sweet and wonderful. It’s warm and unknown and I can’t get enough of it. But the time…

 

55 minutes. You hands are on my tits. Squeezing them though my blouse. I pull my shirt up so you can get your mouth onto them. You move your mouth from one nipple to the other – feeling them stiffen. Their texture and temperature and feeling are everything to me right now. I’m kissing your head as you suck at me. Your hands are moving up my skirt. You can feel how smooth and soft and warm I am. I can’t wait to have you.

 

45 minutes. My shoes are off and I am rubbing your leg with my bare feet. We’ve talked so often about this happening that my head is spinning now that it is. Your right hand is touching my panties. I am undoing your belt and pants and reaching in to pull you out. In a flash, my red lips are wrapped around your cock, sliding up and down you – licking your balls, your shaft, your head and the tip. I love the way you taste, I’ve been waiting for what seems like forever to have you in my mouth.

 

37 minutes. We are rushing and fumbling and aching to be together. “I love you sucking on me,” you say, “but let me taste you too.” We struggle to position ourselves in the back seat. You are laying on the seat, your knees bent, your pants down. My mouth is on you. You grab my ass and hoist me onto your face. You pull my panties to the side. My pussy is pink and wet over your face. You pull me against your face. I begin grinding myself into you. This is heaven.

 

30 minutes. My ass is moving up and down on your mouth. My pussy is sweet and so wet – with me and with your saliva. You can’t get enough of me. Your right arm is wrapped around my hips, moving me on you. Your fingers are inside me, stroking me, while you lick and kiss and suck my clit. My mouth is moving on you in ways I can’t even begin to describe. You feel my hands on your balls, stroking and squeezing. I could do this forever – but time is running short.

 

22 minutes. You can feel my excitement starting to build. My thighs are tight on your head and I am flicking my cunt on your face. You are craning your neck to get my mouth tighter against me, to press and rub your tongue on my clit. Your face – your mouth and cheeks and chin – are sopping wet from my pussy – your mouth gets wave after wave of your wet. You feel me tremble – rub, go tight and stop – again and again. You hear me moaning with your dick in my mouth. We fuck each other’s mouths for ages. But we don’t have ages.

 

13 minutes. I’m grinding my pussy on your face wildly. Your face aches from the pressure of me on you but you love it. The noises I’m making are choked by your cock. They’re a mix of moans and gasps and gags. Suddenly I stop sucking and just move my hips. Rubbing then freezing, rubbing then freezing. I’m cumming on your face. So hard I stop and hold my breath, and let out a low moan.

 

Six minutes. I bounce off your face and turn around – straddling you. I’m rubbing my pussy – cumming. I have your dick in my hand and am rubbing it along my pussy – not quite putting it inside me yet. My body is quivering. My breath comes in fits and small bursts. Your eyes are closed. You reach for my hips and pull me down onto you. My pussy spreads and your thick cock slides into me. I push down onto you and you are completely inside me. I sigh, arching my back to fit all of you inside me, I look up at you, and smile.

 

Three minutes. You pull me down toward you. My breasts hang above your face and you are licking and kissing them, brushing them with your lips. I am pulling me with your pussy; you can feel my muscles contracting around you. Your hands are around my ass pushing me against you. We grind together. You lean your face to mine and we kiss again. Both breathing hard and heavy. You cum. You cum deep inside me. You feel me clenching you. You cum for ages it seems. But time is almost up.

 

One minute. I slide off you – cum seeps out of me. I wipe off the inside of my thigh with my panties and pull my shirt down. You pull up your pants. We sort our selves out as best we can in the cramped back seat of the cab. We get out and both light cigarettes. We are holding hands – not talking. The door to the stairwell swings open and the cabby appears. He seems surprised to see us just standing there smoking.

 

“I’m going to have hell to pay when I get upstairs,” you say. “Me too,” I say, “I was supposed to be somewhere a while ago.” “Do you wish we hadn’t done that?,” I ask, glancing at the taxi. “Are you kidding,” You say, “that was the best.” You smile. I tell you I need to go. We kiss again – long and sweet. I watch you walk to the stairs and give the driver the address I need to go to. We pull out onto the street. I can smell our sex in the cab and all my thoughts are of you.