| Straight: Serial Stories: Taking Stock - Part One |
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Mike walked briskly into the store. It was the largest Department Store in Guildford and he was the Area Sales Manager. Today there was more purpose in his walk than usual – he wanted to get laid! On his last visit to this particular store he had noticed a new employee in the Clothing Department. Sarah had been a girlfriend of his 25 years ago and there she was bending over to pick up some discarded garments. Her ass looked just as shapely as when she had been 20. That was a long time ago and he wanted to catch up. At 45 Mike had kept in shape with regular visits to the gym and it seemed that Sarah had too. Sarah stood at 5’10” in her heels, and she was slim with well-proportioned breasts. Her skin had retained its clear youthful look and her shoulder-length auburn hair neatly framed her pretty face. In her standard issue black pencil skirt and white blouse, she was drop dead gorgeous. Mike had heard that she was married, but then again so was he – what the hell! Mike quickly made his way to the clothing dept and soon spied Sarah folding up some old stock that was to go back to the suppliers. Mike smiled – this was perfect. After a few minutes Sarah picked up the clothes and walked over to a small stock room at the back of the store. The door was swinging shut behind her as Mike pushed it open and quietly slipped through it, turning the lock as it closed. Mike savoured the view. Sarah was again bending over, placing the clothes in a pile. Her tight ass was perfectly defined by the skirt. Her blouse was tight over her back, revealing a bra strap with no clasp and confirming that there was no ‘back fat’ – she was in good condition! Sarah stood upright and turned around, looking directly into Mike’s grinning face. Her eyes widened in recognition before she smiled. That smile, Mike reflected, would always make his blood race. Sarah quickly recovered and, eyeing his employee name badge, laughed. ‘Don’t tell me you work here?’ ‘I do,’ replied Mike, ‘and I think you will find that I am one of your bosses.’ ‘Really?’ questioned Sarah. ‘Really. I spotted you the other day and I have not been able to get you out of my mind – we should never have split up all those years ago – particularly over such a silly misunderstanding’. Mike grinned again and leant forward, kissing Sarah on the cheek. ‘It’s great to see you!’ he whispered. Rather than stand up straight, Mike kept his 6’3’’ frame slightly stooped as he gazed in Sarah’s eyes. For a split second they were still, then each moved slightly so that their lips brushed – tentatively at first, as expected of old lovers. Then Mike parted his lips to gauge Sarah’s response. He was pleasantly surprised as he felt Sarah’s tongue dart lightly against his top lip. He responded in kind and soon they were in a passionate embrace, their tongues seeking each other. Mike’s hands were running up and down her back. Stroking, caressing. They moved close to each other as their kissing became more passionate, urgent. Sarah broke away briefly. ‘You are the only man who knew how to really fuck me,’ she murmured, rubbing his dick through his trousers. Mike was starting to feel uncomfortable. His throbbing cock wanted to be released. Mike frantically unbuttoned Sarah’s blouse, untucking it from her skirt. Her lacy white bra was front fastening; her rushed breathing caused her breasts to heave against the material. Mike cupped them in his hands, gently massaging. Already he could feel the nipples awakening. Still kissing her mouth, he eased her breasts together and expertly worked the clasp apart. Sarah laughed. ‘You’ve still not lost your touch’. ‘Never!’ chuckled Mike. Now free of a bra, Mike tilted his head down and took a nipple between his lips. It was hot and taut. Sarah gasped as he flicked his tongue back and forth over it. Once it was wet Mike gently blew on it before circling it with the tip of his tongue, teasing her. Sarah grabbed the back of his head, pulling him to her other nipple. Her head dropped back as she looked at the ceiling. ‘My needle dick husband can’t do this to me! I want you to fuck me, Mike’. ‘Happy to oblige,’ Mike responded. Mike’s hands were now massaging her ass, pulling her against his bulge, letting her know that he was more than ready. He moved his hands to her hips, turning her away from him. Roughly he pushed her to an old desk, and she grabbed its edge, already understanding his intention. As she supported herself Mike slid her dress up around her hips. He drew in a deep breath as he saw that she was wearing lacy hold ups and a tiny pair of satin briefs. The briefs soon disappeared down her legs and were slipped into his trouser pocket. Mike slid down his trousers and shorts, freeing his bulging member. With one hand on the small of her back and the other guiding his cock, he teased her opening from behind. Sarah gasped and pushed herself backwards, her pussy opening in consent. Mike eased himself into her, Sarah more than meeting him halfway. It soon became apparent that it had been a long time since Sarah had been fucked. Mike barely had to move. Sarah was fit from her hours at the gym and she was more than able to pump her own hips, fucking herself on Mike’s rigid cock. Her pussy greedily rode him, tightening itself around his girth. Mike leant forward and cupped her swinging breasts; they felt full and heavy in his hands. He twisted her nipples between his fingers, making her gasp and increase her pumping on his cock. Sarah was approaching her climax, Mike could see the back of her neck taking on a red glow and her breathing had become ragged. Before she could orgasm, Mike withdrew and quickly led her to a pile of old bedding due for despatch. ‘I want to watch your face as you cum,’ explained Mike. Sarah flashed her famous smile again and lay back, allowing Mike his first real view of her body in 25 years. Her breasts were heavier than he recalled, but her nipples still pointed in the right direction. Her skin, whilst now flushed, retained its smoothness and her stomach was flat and toned. Between her legs was a neatly trimmed thatch and Mike caught a glimpse of her pink engorged lips. Kneeling between her parted thighs, Mike rested his swollen bulb on her hot pussy. It was wet and he easily slid back into her. He raised her long, shapely legs and kissing each one in turn he began to piston himself inside her. Sarah writhed underneath him, clearly enjoying the ride. Mike fucked her with a fierce passion, his mouth moving from her breasts to her mouth and back again. ‘Shit, fuck,’ Sarah hissed as her climax overtook her. Her nails dug into Mike’s back as she pulled him completely into her. Through each wave Sarah worked with Mike, prolonging her release. Sarah reached out and cupped Mike’s balls. She gently worked them between her fingers. She wanted him to cum. Mike had other ideas. For the second time Mike quickly withdrew, and began to work his cock in his hand. Sarah barely had time to sigh before Mike let out a deep grunt and exploded. Mike’s first string of cum landed on her bunched-up skirt, thick and sticky. This was quickly followed by splatterings across her breasts, blouse, and finally her face and hair. Sarah recoiled in shock. Fuck, she had to go back on the shop floor. Mike got to his feet with a sly grin. ‘I’ve waited 25 years to do that,’ he hissed. ‘You fucked my best friend, which was why we split up! I always promised myself I’d have my revenge.‘ Mike pulled up his shorts and trousers and silently walked out of the room. He paused by the door just long enough to point at the security camera in the corner of the room. As he left the store, Mike reflected how well matters had gone. He had got his revenge – Sarah was left dripping in cum, the nearest toilet was on the other side of the shop floor, he had her knickers in his pocket, and she could hardly make a complaint – the security video (which he was about to collect) would show that she was a willing party. To cap it all, Mike was only at the store today to say farewell to the manager as he was being sent on a 3-year secondment to their USA. Sarah would not be able to stir things up with his wife, as she would be with him. It was perfect – he was unstoppable – or was he… To be continued. |
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