A short and sweet detour.
Distraction. Stray thoughts invade your mind.
Continuing the impetuous thrusting, you question, how? Right, you were third wheeling. Why the fuck did you agree to that?
“Yess… fffuck” she squeals. A carelessly erotic spank, she moans in satisfaction.
Hope the fucker got his. Your best friend and a girl. Give ‘em some space after an hour or so. Let the magic happen. A simple enough favor, but a stupid idea. Why the fuck did you agree to that? Has it been two hours? You were supposed to meet up by the first. No way he lasts that long.
“M-my hair,” between labored breaths, “pull my- mmph!” Your grip fierce, she bites her lower lip. Pound away.
The yearly fair was fucking boring, anyway. Bright lights and loud sounds saturated your senses, and before you knew it the candy shop offered refuge. Might as well indulge to waste time. Who the hell fucks at the summer festival? You, apparently.
“Fuck, it’s so deep.” She can barely get the words out, your vigor rising with each thrust. While one hand grasps at her hair, the other rests at the base of her spine to keep the damn tulle skirt off her ass.
Well, you decided to indulge. Sweets scattered about small bins, can’t pick up any without tongs. “Miss…?” She was quick to your aid. The nametag read Yeoreum. What were these uniforms? The skirt brushed your jeans as she helped with the candy, the woman nudging herself between rows of bonbons and your crotch. Picking out some for you, a conversation kicked off.
“You’re so fucking tight” you blurt out, the pace still consistent.
“P-please keep going like that. I’m so… fucking close.” Pulses around her walls.
A college student stuck at work on a Saturday night. Your attention span could only follow the exchange for so long, the dainty figure drew your gaze every time she turned around. Soft and delicate shoulders. Her arm extended and chose among the bright gummies. One dropped in the bag.
Her back, holy fuck her back—that’s about it for this one. If you know, you know. Yeoreum turned, “anything else?”
Her tone hooked you, eyes confirmed intent and the skirt kept you aware. The lack of personal space was a choice, her choice. A door at the end of the hall: Employees Only. You followed, thin and fit legs enthralled your already hungry mind. How did it click, and when? No clue. You were both on the same page, that’s all you needed to know.
~~
You fuck, arousal dripping down her folds and your shaft. Moans fill the storage closet alongside gratifying groans. Her walls flutter, your cock pumps away without care. You climax in unison.
She’s now filled. A drop of white is about to fall before being caught by her underwear. It slathers on her pussy, a dark spot forming on the thin, pink fabric as she pulls them back on. Both faces flushed red, you take a moment to breathe.
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Such cloying, cheap treats. You toss them in a nearby bin and your phone vibrates.
2 Unread Messages. 1 Missed Call
“Yo, took an Uber back to the dorm, couldn’t reach you. Sorry.”
Sorry my ass. You tap on the other.
“Nice to meet you, btw.” The nameless phone number is accompanied by a profile picture. How Yeoreum was able to allure and seduce while looking so charmingly cute, you don’t know. Your fingers bring up a reply.
“What time do you get off again?”
Lock phone. Unlock phone.
“Oh, nice to meet you too.”
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